She watched him rip it open with his teeth and pull it out before slipping the ring over the tip of hiscock. She’d just had it in her mouth, but still it surprised her, made her want to taste it again, which felt like a tragedy, since she couldn’t keep doing this to him. She had to get Sammy and go. That was it. Get Sammy and go.
Stop it. Enjoy this moment.
She held her breath and let her eyes meet his. They watched her. Waiting.
He’d stopped. “You want this, Abby?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“I’m not good at…talking about things. Making them pretty.”
“I know,” she said, but she also knew it wasn’t true. He’d made her feel special with his words, but also his looks, his touch.
“I want to fuck you so hard.”
Oh, that sent a new wave of heat into her face. It prickled her scalp.
“Do it.” That felt like a challenge. She liked the way his fingers pinched her nipple in reply.
“I want to forget about everything.”
What?What did he want to forget about? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered when he grabbed her hard at her hips and pushed her back, back, back to the chipped Formica edge of the kitchenette counter, lifted her up. It didn’t matter that the surface beneath was wet with water or that she was just as wet between her legs.
And hungry. Terribly hungry.
“Don’t forget,” she muttered, pulling at him, trying to, but he wouldn’t let her. He caught her hands in his, held them behind her back with one of his, and kissed her. Slow and deep and wet.
This.This was the kiss she’d remember for the rest of her life. This was the kiss that would warm her bed when she was far from here. This was the kiss that would make her forget what Isaiah might still be doing to the others on the mountain when she and Sammy were long gone.
This was the kiss.
* * *
Luc hadn’t meant to go all sweet. He’d wanted to fuck her, hard. But then he’d caught sight of her face and those lips, and the kiss just happened.
One moment he felt nothing but animal desire and the next…
Soft lips, softer whimpers, soft breasts against his chest. Why did it make his lungs go tight? Instead of keeping her hands trapped behind her back, he let them go, begging, “Put your hands on me, please,” in a hoarse voice. He waited as she slid one in his hair; the other stroked down to his waist and up to his chest, where her nails dug in.
He’d never experienced anything like Abby’s touch. Nothing was better than the soft edge of her tongue against his or the way she nipped at his lip. Nothing more satisfying than the rasp of his chest against her pointy, pink nipples.
No. That wasn’t entirely true, he knew, pulling away long enough to catch her eyes with his.
“You want this?” he asked, looking down at where his cock stood up, thick and demanding. Aching, aching to press into her.
“Yes.”
“You want to put me in you?” he asked.
“Me?”
“Yes,” he breathed, barely controlling his voice. “You do it.”
What was that on her face? Surprise? Some anticipation? Her hand was hot on his cock. Just her fingertips, at first.
“Hold me harder.”
“Like this?” Her palm tightened, but not enough. Not nearly enough.
