Page 31 of In Step

Lost in his scent, the tangy sweet aroma of talent and sweat and the heady musk of an actual fucking man. A man holding me close, and not just to get off and get gone. A man I liked and who seemed to like me. A hard-muscled body and a mouth-watering promise in my arms. His faltering breath on my shoulder, a rush of pleasure over my skin. His quiet stance, a question. A question waiting for an answer.

Waiting for me.

He knew.

And I didn’t dare turn my face just those few inches to look. I was so turned on, I was pretty sure I had a neon sign flashing on my forehead that said,fuck me right the hell now. Abe’s short scruff of a beard sat right there, so close that a small tilt of my head would bring its rough scrape along my jaw.

Dance with him? Help him out?

Hah!How about shake my fucking world like a snow globe and leave me lost in the blizzard? What the hell had I been thinking?

Walk away. Drop his hand and walk away. Abe was everything I didn’t need in my life, everything I hadn’t had for too long—and he would be a mistake.Walk away.

But I was so tired of the loneliness. I wanted the moment to spin out, to feel coarse hair against my skin, needy hands, a deep voice in my ear, a cock in my mouth, in my arse. Anything to remind me who I was. A chance to feel that fire again, to feel wanted. All my resolve undone by a few minutes of care in Abe’s arms.

A few minutes of acceptance, of letting go, of being me, of being liked for who I was.

The most profoundly intimate few minutes of my life.

I turned before I lost the courage, and almost immediately Abe responded, bringing us face to face, his breath hot on my lips. Concern notched his brow as he released my hand and brought up his thumb to brush the dampness from my cheek I hadn’t known was there. But there was heat in those beautiful, haunting eyes as well. Lots and lots of heat.

His fingers trailed fire along my jaw, but still he waited. Waited until I finally bridged that tiny space between us, and with my heart thundering in my chest, I pressed the lightest, softest of kisses to the corner of his mouth.

On and off. Heaven and hell. The salt on his skin prickling my tongue. I hovered close enough to keep the plush of his lips just a heartbeat away, his rough stubble a siren song to that deep fucking need in my chest, and I brushed my cheek against it.

Blue and grey eyes searched mine, more questions as his hand lifted, fingers tangling in my hair, my head leaning into the touch as my lips reached once again for his, more demanding this time, my turn to question.

He answered with a whispered “Yes” against my mouth as he gently fisted my shirt and opened his lips, allowing my tongue to slide alongside his, slick and warm and so fucking glorious, his salty sweet taste exploding in my mouth.

Keeping my lips to his, I shifted in front of him, cradling his face and deepening the kiss, sweeping through every nook and cranny, tongue fucking his mouth as he groaned and growled and let me have my way. I lifted off to kiss along his jaw, revelling in the rough burn to my skin, then pulling his head down to kiss across his forehead and run my nose through his hair, inhaling deeply, drinking him in, drenching the fucking desert I’d lived in for too long, my heart beating so wild I thought it might burst out of my chest.

“Fuck, you taste so good. You smell so fucking good,” I gasped, finding his lips again.

A rumbling groan was all the warning I got before Abe took over, his tongue plunging into my mouth, his kiss demanding, my starved body stunned, trembling at the flood of sensation—Abe in my mouth, on my skin, wrapped around me, pressed hard against me, the rub of his cock, his lips, his arms, the sting in my scalp as he fisted my hair.

I’d never been kissed like it.

His hands slid around my waist to cup my arse and pull me flush, his cock thick against mine, a groan erupting from his throat to meet the one from mine as I ground against him, unable to help myself, aching and a twitch away from exploding in my jeans.

“Fuck, Kane,” Abe swore against my lips and broke the kiss, walking me backwards. “What you do to me.”

My back hit the wall and he lifted my hands above my head and started kissing up my neck, his lips nuzzling the curve of my shoulder as someone—me—whimpered.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He nibbled my ear and dipped the tip of his tongue inside. “Do that again.”

Another whimper, cos I was generous like that, and another murmur of approval from Abe. Then his hand slid over my aching dick and—holy fuck—I almost came on the spot.

Oh god, what am I doing? What if Judah found out? What if—

“No... stop. Please. I’m sorry.” I shoved his hand away and raced to the bench. “I’m sorry.”

He stumbled backwards, confused and not a little out of it, blinking rapidly to clear his head.

I knew exactly how he felt.

He lurched toward me. “Don’t go. I shouldn’t have—”

“No! God, no. It’s not you.” I fumbled for my shoes under the bench. “I just... I’m a mess. I shouldn’t have come. I’m so sorry. I... have to go.”

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