Page 43 of In Step

Abe snorted. “Now there’s an image I won’t get rid of for a while.” He licked a stripe from my shoulder to my jaw, nudging my knees apart to fit his legs between them. Then his mouth covered mine, and when he lowered his weight, I circled my legs around his thighs, getting our cocks perfectly aligned. And dear God, I hadn’t known I was even capable of the noises that fell out of my mouth when he started to grind.

As Abe fisted my hair and owned my mouth, I cupped that glorious hard-muscled arse through nothing but thin sweats and tights—and oh my fucking god, that felt good. With a handful of each cheek, I pulled him harder onto me before roaming under his T-shirt and all over that spectacular back.And holy shit.

It was embarrassingly quick and dirty and verging on painful, but we came within a few seconds of each other, barely a dozen strokes in, Abe with a loud, shuddering groan, his face buried in my neck. And me wrapped around him like a fucking limpet, shouting god knew what at the ceiling until the final tremor rippled through my body and my legs fell apart, my body weighted down under a boneless Abe who was still sprawled on top.

“Damn, that was good.” His breath blew ragged in my ear.

I turned and kissed the pounding pulse point in his neck. “Can’t breathe,” I gasped, nudging him until he rolled to his back on the bed, spread-eagle across my duvet like a delivery from the gods themselves.

The chill air in the bedsit immediately pricked at my skin and I reached out a hand to test Abe’s. Fire burned under my fingers. “Oh. My. God. You’re like the best furnace.” I immediately curled up against his side and hummed in appreciation.

He laughed and kissed my brow. “How can you be cold after what we just did?”

I shrugged. “My body temp tends to run on the low side.”

Abe held up an arm. “Come on, then.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, snuggling as close as I could get without physically burrowing under his skin. I’d just settled my head on his shoulder when an ungodly yowl split the air.

We looked up in unison to find both cats staring disapprovingly from the arm of the couch.

Abe laughed. “I feel like they’re gonna hold a scorecard up any minute.”

“Let’s pretend they’re not there.” I dragged a throw over our legs and snuggled back into Abe’s arms. I may as well have hung out the welcome mat, as two seconds later both cats landed on the bed. Bossy settled at my feet while Tank made for my pillow, putting a suitable distance between them.

“Dammit.” I sighed, getting up on an elbow to glare at the intruders.

Abe chuckled and pulled me back down. “They’re fine.” He wiggled until he got me where he wanted me—my head on his chest and his lips pressed against my hair. He gave a contented sigh.

I snorted and looked up at him. “Quite happy now?”

“Perfectly. Although I’d forgotten how gross it is lying with come drying in your sweats. And I have to say, the dance tights beneath add an extra layer of yuck I could’ve happily died without experiencing.”

I laughed, palmed his softening dick through his sweats, and squished it around a little.

“Fuck off.” He batted my hand away and tried to return the favour, but I fought him off.

“I’m naked underneath,” I blurted, as if that mattered in the slightest.

“Oh, I know.” He pulled me back into position and slipped an arm around my waist. “Believe me, I know.” He squeezed my arse and brushed his lips across my forehead.

“Well, can we just agree not to talk about the ick factor then, or I’m going to have to boot you out so I can clean up.”

He brushed a few stray locks of hair from my face. “I guess we’re not showering together then?”

I frowned, not sure how to answer. “I, ah, I’ve never actually done that. Hell, I’ve never done this.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Come in your trousers?”

I snorted. “No,thatI’ve done. I meant that I’ve never had a man in my bed.”

He stared at me. “Never?”

I shrugged, reaching my hand under the hem of his T-shirt, rucking it halfway up his chest so my fingers could roam free.

“Feel better?” His eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” I flushed, lowering my hand.

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