Her slender body pressed on his and it felt so right. She would wake up spitting mad, but he had the solution to calm her down or direct her anger into something else. He would allow her to sleep for a little while longer, but then he was going to wake her up in a delicious manner. He was looking forward to it.
*****
She was sleepily aroused. Waking in stages, she stretched languidly, loving the feel of a man's naked body against hers.It had been so long since she had that. If she was dreaming or indulging in an erotic fantasy, she did not want to lose it.
The body felt hard and strong against her slender curves.
Her eyes flew open as reality hit her. She wasn't dreaming or having an erotic journey. There was a man and he was naked!
Consciousness came all the way. Before she could rear up, strong arms tightened around her, keeping her anchored.
"What--"
The rest of the words were swallowed in a kiss that sent her insides heating.
When he lifted his head, her mind was one big fuzz. Her heart beating unsteadily.
"What are you doing?" She whispered hoarsely, throat completely dry.
"I want us to start over." He kept his eyes on hers.
"Not go back. Start over completely." He linked his fingers with hers, forming a bond. He had felt her coming awake and decided to make his move.
"Hi." Bending, he trailed kisses over her cheek, whisper soft and provocative.
"My name is Kincaid Paul Tyrell." He nibbled at the seams of her lips and had her quivering.
"Those close to me calls me Cade." He ran his tongue, just the tip over her full bottom lip.
"See, I did something terrible. I messed up a relationship or the beginning of one before it even got started. I'm asking for forgiveness and a chance to prove that I can be the man you want." He pulled the lip between his teeth and sent desire pouring through her body.
"Cade--"
"Try me." His tongue eased into her mouth, and she was helpless to stop him.
"You're naked."
"Not completely." He inched her closer so that she could feel the hard contours of his magnificent body.
"I thought you'd left."
"No." His lips moved to her cheek and then her throat, loving the way she arched towards him.
"No, I couldn't." His hands slid down to her back and kneaded.
"I want to feel you." He tugged the hem of her top.
"I can feel your nipples through the material of your top. I want to feast on you." He shifted her slightly so that he could take the top off. A sound hummed inside his throat as he got a look at her rounded flesh.
"Beautiful." His body felt as if it was ignited. He wanted to take his time. Explore each and every inch of her slender curves and then start all over again. He had the luxury of being in bed with her. The last time, it had not been convenient and he regretted that. The words she had flung at him still hurts, but he was willing to look beyond that.
He needed her. Trying to tear her from his heart had not worked. She was lodged in deep.
"Abigail. Abigail." Her name was a litany that swam round and round in his head. He stroked her side slowly, before cupping her breasts. The nipples rose proudly under his skillful fingers.
"I have to taste you."
She was shaking. Her insides felt like melted butter. She should tell him to leave. But the words were stuck inside her throat. Need poured through her like a flood. Ever since that incident in the car, she had been having this fantasy of being with him again. She knew she should call on rational thinking, but it had deserted her.
