Page 53 of In Step

Are you still awake?

I’m coming up now.

“Shit.” I flung the blanket aside and scrambled to my feet, making it to the door in time for yet more knocking and ducking to avoid being donged on the nose when I opened it.

Abe pulled up short, and after raking his gaze over me, head to toe, a huge grin split his face. “Wow.”

It was only then I realised I was shirtless and wearing the world’s least sexy pair of Scooby Doo sleep pants, although possibly the thinnest. My cheeks blazed hot because, of course they did, and a sudden lick of icy air pebbled my nipples to mini Matterhorns just to fuck with me completely.

His gaze dipped to my sleep pants and the grin turned wicked, possibly at Scooby’s awesomeness, or more likely the fact the woeful material hid precisely zero regarding the state of my treacherous dick, which had taken one look at Abe standing there and said,yes please.

“Not. A. Word.” I grabbed his hand and yanked him inside, slamming the door shut before reaching for the blanket from the couch to wrap around my shoulders.

Abe chuckled and, without so much as aby your leave, walked right into my space. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.” His cool hands slid against each side of my jaw before he brushed his lips across mine with a hungry moan, the tip of his warm tongue teasing along the crease before slipping into my mouth.

I melted into his embrace and opened to him without a second thought, and he sucked on my tongue, then swept through my mouth like he was starving for me. It was heady and drugging and filled my heart with pleasure. He was so sexy, so there, so... everything.

“Off.” I mumbled against his lips, tugging at the hem of his heavy wool jersey until I had it over his head, losing the blanket from my shoulders in the process.

Another groan and Abe’s hands left my face to trail fire up and down my back before finally settling over my arse and pulling me tight against him. “Jesus Christ, I’d only have to breathe on these ridiculous things and they’d melt right off you,” he muttered, finding the waistband of my pants and sliding a hot hand inside to cup my butt. Then his fingertip slipped into my crease and brushed my hole and—

“Oh, fuck, yes.” I arched into him, our cocks jammed together so hard it verged on painful. He turned and backed me against the door, running his mouth down the slope of my shoulder as he drove against me. I wrapped a leg around his to give him better access down my sleep pants and then met him thrust for thrust, every nerve in my body focused on that single tiny ball of luminous fire where his fingers still pressed against my hole.

Then without warning, he pushed off me with a frustrated growl, his fist at his mouth, skin flushed dark pink above that thick scruff, and pupils blown to hell. “Holy shit.” He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “What the fuck was that?”

“Yeah.” I leaned against the door and caught my breath. “Although I’m not opposed to a repeat to get a few more details, just saying.”

He snorted and reached for my hand, pulling me close and fingering the hair at my temple, something he seemed to enjoy. “I think we missed a step. Hello, beautiful.”

“Hello, yourself.”

He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, then led me to a seat on the couch before very deliberately taking the chair opposite. Tank studied us from the second chair he shared with a sound-asleep Bossy, yawned, and tucked his nose under his paw.

Abe stared at me for a few seconds, then shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, this just isn’t going to work.” He grabbed the blanket from the floor and handed it to me. “I can’t be expected to have a serious conversation with all that temptation sitting right in front of me.” He made a show of adjusting himself.

“Sorry, not sorry.” I dutifully wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. Abe looked... tired, I realised with a start, my lust-addled brain finally registering the slight pallor and tight lines around his eyes. Then I blinked. “You’ve cut your hair.”

“Yeah.” A wrinkle formed between his brows. “What do you think?”

I circled my finger and he turned from side to side. “It looks good. Did May do it?”

He nodded.

“She’s good. The shorter style shows off your scruff nicely.” A thought occurred to me. “You won’t get rid of that, will you?”

He smirked. “You like it?”

“You know I do.”

“It’s staying. I just had it trimmed. I never know whether it’s scruff or a short beard.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s sexy either way.” We locked eyes. “To be honest, I didn’t expect you tonight. Leroy and Fox mentioned their dance lesson, and I think I’d already talked myself out of you coming.”

“We’ve just finished.” Abe’s gaze tracked over me with enough heat to make me squirm.

“I’m gonna need another shower if you keep looking at me like that.”

He grinned. “Can’t help it. I’ve been pretty much sidetracked by thoughts of you all day. Couldn’t wait to see you.”

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