"Just let me--" the words died inside his throat, when she tugged the sweater over her head to reveal an excuse of a bra, the delicate lace showing everything. Her nipples were rigid.
"Abigail. Baby." He felt as if he was going to burst into flames.
"Please." he had never pleaded with a woman before. This was a first for him. It was also a first that he was finding it very difficult to control himself.
"I want you deep inside me." She was toying with his tongue, twisting his belly into knots.
With a tortured groan, he rose, lifted her up with him. He wondered dazedly if his knees would be able to carry them over to the sofa. It took forever, or so it seemed, for him to tumble her down against the plump cushions.
He fought to get his clothes off, his fingers feeling as if they were all thumbs.
By the time he lowered himself over her, bracing his hands beside her head as he stared down at her, eyes burning into hers.
"You wanted to distract me."
"Or I just wanted to have you inside me." Her hands lifted to curl on his chest. "And tell you that I am in love with you."
He went still. His muscles flexed, his body shivering. "What did you say?"
"I love you." She ran her fingers through the silky dark hairs on his chest. "I've always loved you. I never stopped."
The breath whistled through his teeth, and he felt his head spinning. Lowering himself slowly, he felt his bones shaking as if he was past his prime. He felt clumsy and uncertain.
"You love me." He breathed, sliding into her wet warmth and gritting his teeth as she closed around him like a vise. "Say it again!" he demanded greedily, chest expanding with the effort to breathe.
"I love you." Saying it over and over again liberated her, giving her such joy that she could burst from it. "I love you, Cade Paul Tyrell, and would very much like to be your wife."
He drove into her, mouth covering hers. He was greedy to taste, to savor. It was as if the words had opened something fierce inside him. He wanted to take, take, take. But he also wanted to give.
She loved him. Nothing else mattered, the world could come to an end for all he cared. She loved him. The words spun round and round inside his head and became a litany as he took them both to the edge of the cliff.
He had left her mother's place feeling such despair, he could hardly stand it, but now he had amazing hope.
"Abigail." He whispered feverishly. "Abigail." His lips raced over her cheeks, her eyes, her lobe before coming back to her lips. He wanted to devour her and never stop.
"I love you." He whispered brokenly. "I love you."
Chapter 15
Abby was beginning to regret her decision to agree to a church wedding. She should have gone with her first instinct and grabbed her daughter and Cade and headed off to Vegas. It would have been simpler and less stress. But she would have had to live with the disappointment from her family and his.
Now she was caught up in the frenzy. The guest list had gotten away from them. Her mother and his, not to mention his sister, her best friend and Kevin's wife Sarah-Jane, had gone completely crazy. She had complained to a deliberately oblivious Cade that she was constantly in meetings, whether it was with the family, his and hers, or with the wedding planners, the caterers, and the florist. The media was whipped into a frenzy as well, and it was very difficult to step out of her car when she arrived at the bookstore and not be surrounded by a reporter or two.
"It's frustrating!"
"Hmm."
She sent her fiancé a glare, realizing that he had not even looked up from the manuscript he was perusing.
"Thanks for your input."
The sarcasm finally alerted him of her mood and had him looking up. They were at his place after putting Zoe to bed at hers. She had changed into her nightclothes, not that it would stay on her long, if he had his way. And he usually had his way every night.
The man was insatiable, but so was she. His ring, a stunning square cut diamond, resided on her finger and shot fire around the room from the lights of the flames from the hearth. February had blazed in with snow storms and icy cold weather. She was getting married in April. A spring wedding.
"Come here." Putting aside the riveting manuscript that had been sent to him just recently, he attempted to soothe her ruffled nerves.
"If you're thinking of sex just now, you're in for a disappointment." She huffed but walked over to settle on his lap.
