Page 173 of Lethal Abduction

I take a ragged breath and stare at her, not trusting myself to speak.

“I wish you’d told me it was you.” Her voice is soft as she steps closer. One hand reaches out to touch my cheek. “I was in danger of actually liking Rodrigo for a hot minute there, for taking it so easy on me.”

I make a choked noise. “We can’t joke about this, Skip.”

“Oh, can’t we, muscle boy?” She moves closer, her hands sliding down my chest to the towel at my waist. “I don’t ever want to stop laughing with you,” she says, pressing her lips to my shoulder. “When we’re laughing, there’s nothing I can’t face.” She looks up at me, her eyes the deep blue of a midnight sea. “It’s when the laughter stops that the darkness comes,” shesays softly. “And I don’t ever want to feel that darkness again. Not without you to laugh it away with.”

I inhale deeply, then slowly exhale, feeling the hard knot in my chest slowly begin to unravel. My hands slide around her waist beneath the sarong, savoring the taut curves of her silken skin. “Our wedding, huh, Skip?” I arch an eyebrow at her. “Thought it was the man who was supposed to do the asking in this situation.”

“You already asked me, remember?” Abby shakes her head in mock rebuke. “Don’t think you’re getting out of it now. I seem to recall, back in Madrid, you telling me you would, and I quote,find the bastards who own the best jewelry shop in Madrid and wake them up at gunpoint if I have to.”

“Damn.” I grin down at her. “It’s true what they say about women and marriage, isn’t it? Just one sniff of an engagement ring...”

“Hey!” She playfully hits my arm. “Your words, and I’m holding you to them. I expect nothing less than a boulder on that finger, the minute we’re back in Spain.”

“Spain, huh?” My smile fades as I study her eyes. “Is that where we’re headed then, Skip?”

Her arms twine around my neck. “Are you good with that?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do next.” The future swirls in front of me, uncertain and confusing. “I’m not entirely sure what I even want to do yet.”

Abby stands on her toes and presses her lips to mine in a long, sweet kiss. “So we’ll work it out together,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Later.”

I nod against her lips, pulling her closer. “Definitely later.” I unknot the sarong as she tugs at my towel, and suddenly there she is, naked and hot against me, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about tomorrow, or anything else but the silken feel of her on my skin.

“Come here.” My hands slide under her ass, and I groan asher legs wrap around me, her swollen folds opening against my cock. I rock her close, the base of my shaft against her clit, and take her mouth.

The fire is slow, a burn that starts at the base of my spine and climbs upward in a delicious wave of sensation.

The soft heat of her mouth on mine.

Her long limbs twined about me.

The sensual circling of her hips over my cock, teasing us both as I grip her ass and pull her harder onto me. I walk us to the wall, and she gasps as I push her against it, her head going back and her hands clutching my hair as I bend my head to her breasts, my mouth closing over one nipple then the other.

I push my shaft deep between her sweet, slick folds, savoring the feel of my length slowly moving against her. She grinds into me, moaning softly as my tongue swirls over her breasts. There’s an almost lazy, somnolent air to our lovemaking that feels different, sweeter somehow, and I suddenly realize what it is.

It’s not going to be the last time we do this.

The realization hits me so hard it makes me pull back. Abby’s eyes open slightly as my thumb strokes her face.

“Every time, Skip,” I rasp, my shaft pushing slowly against her, holding back from what we both want, “every time we’ve ever done this, I’ve thought it might be the last. We’ve always fucked like there was no tomorrow. Like we might never do it again.”

Her lips curve in a sensual smile. “But now,” she whispers, “it’s different, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I spin her away from the wall and lay her down gently across the bed, splaying myself over her, my mouth on her breasts again, cock nudging tantalizingly against her as she gasps. “Now it’s forever, Skip. And I plan to take my sweet, fucking time.”

Abby gives a gurgle of laughter that becomes a sigh as Imove down and cover her with my mouth. My tongue slips between her folds, and she arches off the bed with an inarticulate cry, clutching my hair convulsively. My hands go under her ass and spread her wider. I bury my face between her legs, losing myself in the impossibly swollen heart of her, my tongue exploring every secret crevice until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Oh, fuck,” she pants, tensing under my mouth. “Dimitry. You have to stop. I’m going to come...”

I slip a finger inside her.

“Ah!”She arches on the bed as I stroke the spongy part inside her, and then I feel it, the savage clench of her around my finger, the sensual pulsing against my mouth, and I almost lose my fucking shit right there.

I ride her orgasm to the final spasm, then lighten the touch of my tongue as the ferocity subsides. But I keep my finger inside her, barely grazing the still-pulsing mound within, feeling the slow, rhythmic response as I keep her on the edge. She’s moaning, her entire body rippling under that barest of touches.

“Only you,” she gasps. “Only you can keep me here, Dimitry.”

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