Page 30 of Lethal Abduction

“Your hands feel so good.” I writhe against his touch, spreading my legs as he slips his palm over my mound, slowly massaging my swollen heat.

“My hands, huh?” He slips one large finger inside me, and I gasp.

“Jesus.” He kisses me fiercely. “You feel unbelievable.”

He goes to work in earnest, his mouth on my breasts, his thumb slowly rotating my pulsing clit, his fingers filling me until I’m open and moaning, ready to fall if his hand wasn’t behind my back, holding me up.

I pull his trousers open and reach for him, savoring his grunt of satisfaction as my hand closes around him.

“Oh, God,” I moan into his mouth. He’s huge in all the right ways, his shaft so wide my hand doesn’t close around it, broad to the base and tapering to a firm, spongy head that leaps atmy touch. My pussy clenches in anticipation, slick arousal coating his fingers in unmistakable longing.

“I can feel you, Abby.” His fingers crook inside me, and I cry out. “You’re like magic on my hand.”

He groans as I stroke his raging cock. “Fuck this,” he says roughly.

Lifting me off the counter, he walks me across to one of the corner booths and lays me across it. “Next time we’ll do this slowly.”

I nod, unable to think of anything but having him inside me. He looms over me, dipping his mouth to mine.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he murmurs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance until I’m squirming.

I surge upward in answer, pulling at his hips. “You’re not.” I reach for him, my entire pussy throbbing with need. “I want this,” I whisper.

He enters me agonizingly slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, stretching me impossibly wide, touching places inside me I didn’t know existed.

“The feel of you,” he mutters, holding himself above me as he slowly fills me. “Christ.” He settles home, the ridge of his pelvis right against my clit, like it was made to fit me perfectly. I cry out as he moves subtly, and I feel him jerk inside me, growing even larger, so deep I can feel every movement like it’s an earthquake.

He lifts one of my legs, folding it behind him, then runs his hand along my calf, to my thigh, his fingers closing almost all the way around it. He slips the hand under my ass, then begins to move in a slow, unbearably hot rhythm.

“Abby,” he groans, kissing me with devastating intensity, his mouth as slow and languorous on mine as his cock is inside me. “Why the fuck did we wait this long?”

Because I knew it would be like this with you. And because it terrifies me.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he says, surging inside me. “Don’t go where I can’t follow you. Look at me.”

He thrusts so deeply I cry out, my arms sliding over the iron cords of his shoulders, pulling him down, wanting to feel him against every part of me.

His mouth takes mine again, and then we’re moving together, the dance so slow and sweet it breaks my heart and drives me insane at once. There’s no urgency in it, but so much intensity I feel like I’m being broken apart and rebuilt with every stroke, like he’s taking me somewhere I’ve never been before. Every slight adjustment hits some new place inside me, as if I’m discovering my own body for the first time. He fucks me with a slow, luxurious complexity, layer upon layer of sensation.

His mouth is hot and silken on my breasts. His fingers slip between us, opening me to just the right angle as his cock slides even deeper, his thumb gently teasing my swollen clit with a subtlety I never could have imagined from so powerful a man.

“Oh, Jesus.” My eyes roll back into my head, the first tremors coming from deep inside me.

His mouth touches the shell of my ear. “Come for me,” he murmurs, shifting the angle to a place of exquisite pleasure. “I want to feel you—oh,fuck.”

He gathers me to him as the spasms take me, holding still as I pulse and thrash around him. It’s only when the peak has finally passed that he hitches me up and takes one last thrust, exploding inside me, holding me hard against him until long after it’s over.

Leetham, Western Australia

Present Day

How didI ever think I could give him up?

I squint into the late-afternoon sun as the farm truck hits the outskirts of Leetham, trying to make the fierce desire surging through my body subside.

Why did I ever want to?

I remember how long it took us, that first night, to finally leave that booth in the café. We raced back to my tiny walk-up apartment, where we spent the next hour in the shower, then the rest of the night all over each other.

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