Page 20 of Abbe's Angel

Rafe was around the island and standing in front of Abbe in half a second, his uncertainty gone. He stood between her legs, edging her robe apart slowly as he slid his hands up her thighs.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, looking directly into her eyes. When she didn’t stop him, he parted her robe and let his eyes fall.

He didn’t skip any steps in his perusal. Starting at her throat, she saw his gaze track slowly lower to the sweep of her collarbones, then down to her breasts where he stayed, watching as her nipples hardened. His breathing sped up as hers did, and he let his eyes fall a little further to see her ribs swelling out and in, and then to her bellybutton where she knew he would pause. His eyes jumped back up to hers when he saw the half-inch-long, and quarter-inch-wide scar that cut up from her bellybutton. It was well camouflaged by its placement, but not completely invisible.

She shook her head once. “Later,” she said.

He touched the scars with the tip of his index finger, then traced downward. He let his hand drop back to her thigh before slowly letting his eyes ease down the curve of her stomach, and then lower to the V between her legs that was already reddening and softening for him.

His lips parted. “Spread your legs wider,” he said, his voice rough.

Abbe swallowed, her breaths shaking as they fluttered through her, and she obeyed. His eyes grew heavy and his hands gripped her thighs tighter, pressing them apart further so he could see every hidden fold. He got down on his knees.

“I’ve been imagining this since the park,” he said, and then he brought his mouth between her legs. Abbe felt his tongue flick once upward in a line and gasped as he tasted her.

“So sweet,” he whispered, and then he closed his mouth over her and sucked.

It was like an electric current running right through her. Abbe arched her spine, every muscle instantly flexing, and threw her head back with a high sound. Rafe hiked up her legs and rested them on top of his shoulders, tipping her hips forward in the seat so he could tilt his head downward to reach her instead of having to crane it back.

“Better,” he growled. “Now I can reach all of you.”

Completely in control of how she moved her body, he held her still while he sucked the stiff bud of her clit in his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. After just a few seconds of that, Abbe knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more.

“Rafe, wait, I’m going to—”

He didn’t wait. She heard him laugh deep in his chest as he sucked harder and licked faster. With one hand he reached up and captured her nipple in between his thumb and index finger and squeezed until the added sensation—almost too much—flung her into climax.

She screamed his name and grabbed him by the hair, grinding against his mouth, until the last pulse of her orgasm throbbed through her and she fell back into the chair, everything shaking.

He eased away from her and stood while she was still panting, drawing her up to her feet and resting her head on his shoulder. He held her for a few moments, letting her catch her breath, and then he started guiding her to the bedroom.

“We’re not done,” he said, a little smile on his face.

Everything was blurry and she felt giddy as she allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. Rafe pulled the covers back and sat her down on the bed, already unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

Abbe slid to the edge of the mattress so she could help with his pants. His cock pressed insistently against the tailored material, and she hurried with his belt, the heavy metal buckle and supple leather sliding apart easily. She whimpered greedily when his cock slid out of his clothes and into her mouth, loving the oceanic taste of him. She took hold of his narrow hips and moved him in and out of her mouth between her lips and tongue, not able to wait for him to be fully undressed.

“Fuck, Abbe,” Rafe groaned. The hand he placed on the side of her head was shaking. “No, I want all of you,” he said, pulling himself out of her mouth and pushing her back onto the bed.

He stepped out of his clothes and stopped to fish a condom out of his pocket. She appreciated the gesture.

“I’m on the pill and I don’t have anything,” she said.

“Hell, yeah,” he said, tossing the condom over his shoulder. She giggled as he dove into the bed and covered her body with his. He quickly became serious again. “I don’t have anything either,” he said. “I would tell you if I did, even with the condom.”

“I would do the same for you,” she said, the moment of honesty between them deepening their connection, rather than making them feel awkward or farther away from each other.

“I haven’t kissed you yet today,” he noticed, and then he did, deeply and carefully.

He was achingly hard, and she could feel his muscles quivering they were so tight with want, but he made himself slow down, waiting for her to be ready for him again. His hands moved over her, brushing lightly in some places, and gripping tightly in others. Abbe was surprised to find heat building in her so quickly again, surprised she could feel the tight twist of lust between her legs after only a few minutes. He slid his tip over her seam, wetting himself but not going inside yet.

He slid back and forth against her until she was arching under him, spreading her legs as far apart as she could, trying to capture him. “Please.”

“I will,” he promised.

He looked into her eyes as he thrust himself slowly inside. She saw his pupils widen until his eyes fluttered shut, and a low moan breathed out of him. He let his head drop beside hers, and tilted his lips toward her ear.

“I haven’t slept in days,” he whispered. “I’ve been up all night, every night, picturing this.”

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