Page 38 of Dragon's Unwanted Love
The little groan that came from deep in her chest pushed him on, and he thrust into her again and again, filling her completely with each stroke of his powerful hips until they were both straining for release. Wishing it hadn’t come so quickly, he felt his control slipping. Nothing had ever felt as right in his entire life, and it was impossible to hold back this time. He spilled himself inside Abby with a cry of pleasure, her name on his lips just as she toppled into oblivion with him, her body squeezing him so tightly he thought the pleasure would never end.
When the waves finally subsided, he collapsed on top ofher, completely spent, his body almost numb from the power of what they’d just shared. It was a long time before he rolled off Abby to gather her in his arms. She fit perfectly under his arm when he pulled her closer, and she laid her head on his chest with a deep sigh, then smiled up at him.
“I don’t know why we waited to do that,” she said. “It was way better than I thought it was going to be.”
“I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered, but if you give me a few minutes, we’ll see what we can do about an encore,” he said, shaking his head. “But I just want to remind you that it was your idea to wait.”
“Only because you scared me so badly with all your talk about bonds and connections,” she said. “It was your fault, not mine.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, sweetheart, whatever you say,” he said, unable to hide a little smile. “I’ll agree with anything you say as long as we get to do that again.”
“Hmm…I’ll have to remember that in the future, it might come in handy,” she said, then a little blush appeared on her cheeks. “Don’t you have to…rest or something?”
“The last thing on my mind is resting,” he said, flipping Abby onto her back. “In fact, it might be a while before I need to rest.”
Abby’s eyes widened when she felt his erection against her hip, “Oh…I guess…you don’t need to rest,” she said, her cheeks even pinker. “Maybe we could do it again.”
He laughed, “There’s no maybe about it,” he said, sliding his hand down between her legs. “Unless you need to rest? I wouldn’t want to tire you out.”
“That sounded like a challenge,” she said, slightly breathless. “I can keep up with you, Jackson, just you wait and see.”
It was the timer on the stove that finally got them out of bed, but as soon as they’d eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, they tumbled back under the covers. The moon was alreadymaking its way across the sky when they finally fell asleep tangled together, Jackson’s magic making the air above them sparkle, and for the first time since the connection between them came to life, they both slept deeply and peacefully.
It was after noon the next day when Jackson finally opened his eyes to a world covered in white. He spent a few minutes watching the big fat snowflakes falling outside the window. The fire had gone out hours before and the cabin was freezing, but he was warm and content cuddled up with Abby under the thick blankets. He was just thinking about closing his eyes and going back to sleep when she began to stir, then opened her eyes, and a smile slowly spread across her face.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky. “What time is it?”
“I’m not sure; it’s too cloudy out there to see the sun, but it’s late,” he said, pulling her closer. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? We don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Not until tomorrow night. The weekend is all ours,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And we shouldn’t waste a minute of it.”
He laughed, “I can get behind that sentiment,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”
It was half an hour later before they were ready to get out of bed, but as soon as he threw back the covers, Abby pulled them back up with a little cry. “It’s freezing in here,” she said, shivering. “I think I’ll just stay here.”
“The fire went out, I’ll get it started again,” he said leaning down and giving her a kiss. “I didn’t realize you were such a wimp.”
“I’m not a wimp, I just don’t like to be cold,” she said, then took a deep breath and jumped out of bed. “There, are you happy?”
“How can I not be when you’re standing there naked?” heasked, grinning at her. “Almost makes me want to drag you right back into that bed.”
Abby ran across the room and grabbed her robe. “Don’t you dare. Now that I’m up, I’m hungry,” she said, shoving her arms into the sleeves. “And I would die for a cup of coffee.”
“Fine, I guess some food does sound good,” he said, adding wood to the still hot coals in the fireplace. “It will be nice and warm in here in a few minutes. Maybe you could start the coffee, and then we’ll both work on breakfast.”
“You mean lunch,” Abby said, pointing to the clock. “We slept through breakfast.”
By the time he had the fire blazing again, the stack of wood next to the fireplace was gone. “I’m going to run outside and get some more wood before we start breakfast,” he said, walking over and kissing Abby. “I won’t be gone long, but keep an eye on the fire just in case.”
***Abby***
Abby shivered when Jackson opened the door and stepped out of the cabin. It let in a gust of wind and a shower of snowflakes, but the fire was already warming the room, and they quickly melted on the carpet. Turning back to the coffee pot on the counter, she measured out the grounds, plugged the old percolator in, and switched it on. Taking a couple of mugs and sugar down from the cabinet, she set them on the counter, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed the cream. Turning back to the refrigerator she grabbed bacon, eggs, cheese and butter, carried them all over to the stove and set them down.
After rummaging around for a pan, she got the bacon frying, losing track of the time as she worked. She didn’t stop to think about where Jackson was until she had a plate full of crisp bacon waiting on the back of the stove. Looking up atthe clock, she frowned, then looked over at the fire, which had almost burned out, and then out the door to the woodpile, trying to remember when she’d heard him last. Walking over to the window, she looked around the yard, sure that she’d see him, but all she saw was white, and a bad feeling swept over her.
Crossing the room, she rummaged through her suitcase until she found a pair of warm pants and a sweatshirt, pulled them both on, then slipped her feet into her boots, glad that she’d brought them. Grabbing her coat on the way out the door, she shivered as she put it on, zipped it up and pulled up the hood, all the things that could have happened to Jackson crowding her brain. Taking deep breaths, she told herself that she was overreacting. She’d find Jackson behind the wood pile, splitting kindling or something.
When she spotted his footprints in the snow under the trees, her heart leaped with joy, but only a second later, the feeling of doom was back when a second set of prints joined Jackson’s. Fighting a feeling of panic, she opened her mouth to call out to him, then changed her mind and began following both pairs of prints around the wood pile, dreading what she was going to find. Her fear became reality when she turned the corner and saw Jackson crumpled on the ground, a splash of red in the snow by his head.
