Tentative. I wanted more. Harder. Rougher. I wanted dirty from Abe Royal. “I’m probably at fault here.”
“Why is that?” His nose caressed my throat. I actually whimpered.
“Based on our positions, I’d say I captured you.” I tightened my hold on his body to prove my point.
His laugh was low, sleepy. “Is that so?”
“I broke the rule.” I traced the shell of his ear with my finger, and he shivered.
“I’m fairly certain I was a willing participant.” He cupped my breast inside my shirt, rolling my nipple beneath his palm. My entire body arched clear off the bed with a breathless, grateful moan. He responded with a frustrated-sounding growl against my neck. “Why did we have this goddamn rule again?”
“I don’t know,” I panted. I gripped his hair. Gave it a hard tug. His open-mouthed kiss became a bite at my throat. His ragged groan became snarl-like. “I can’t remember why we made it.”
“Distractions.” Abe’s tongue lapped at the mark he’d left. Then he bit me again. “We can’t be distracted right now, Sloane.” His thumb circled lazily around my nipple. My eyes fluttered closed.
“Uh huh,” I sighed. His mouth moved lower, hovered over my shirt-clad breasts. He nudged his nose against my nipple. Sucked it right into his mouth.
Through my fucking shirt.
I didn’t even recognize the sound that clawed its way from deep in my body.
“And this… this is a distraction.” My legs rode higher on his hips. He settled his body more firmly onto mine, face against my breasts. One hand was still palming, kneading, my breasts beneath my shirt. The other was languidly stroking up and down my thigh, teasing it higher until he could hook it over his shoulder. He increased his suction, sending hot, electric jolts to my core. “And this will only lead to devastation.”
“A distracting devastation,” he murmured. “Remind me why fucking you is going to devastate me again, Sloane?”
I couldn’t fucking remember. I couldn’t— “Because if our fucking is anything like our kissing, there’s no going back, is there?”
He stilled completely. I gripped his face with both hands, needing to anchor myself to him through this once-in-a-lifetime feeling I’d never experienced before.
“No,” Abe said. “There’s no going back.” He kissed my palm. “The problem being, not fucking you is now the distraction. I’m not sure I could focus on this case right now if it was a matter of life and goddamn death.”
I traced his bottom lip with my thumb. He nipped it with his teeth. Beneath his hips, my legs began to shake—a sure-fire sign of impending orgasm for me. My hips rolled, mindless. He noticed, his eyes burning into mine. His lip curled back into a snarl, and his composure was this close to snapping. I’d craved this from the moment I’d seen him, restrained as hell in that tailored suit.
“If we hadn’t been interrupted at that bar,” I said, “I would have gotten on my knees right there and—”
“Sloane, don’t.” His hand landed over my mouth. Hips pinning me harder. “I’ll lose my damn mind if you say it.”
I arched my brow, defiant. I snatched his hand from my mouth, wrenched my hips up, had Abe Royal on his back a moment later.
As his look of surprise turned wolfish, I pressed his hands into the mattress and lowered my sex onto his erection, straining at his sweatpants. “Sucked your cock.” I whispered the words against his mouth. But when he reared up to capture my lips, I kept us separate. Just like that night, before our kiss, when Abe made absolutely sure I was prepared for what happened next.
“Do to me what you will,” I said. “Fuck me until we can’t stand and I’ve forgotten my name, your name, the date, and where the hell we are.” I dropped my mouth to his again. “Ravage me, Mr. Royal.”
32
Sloane
I released Abe’s wrists, preparing to be ravaged. Like our first kiss, he held my face tenderly, fingers sifting through the strands of my hair draping around us.
“We’re doing this, together,” he whispered. “No matter what.”
My answer was a slow, sincere smile that I saw reflected on his face. “Partners.”
He kissed me with an aching reverence. An adoring morning kiss, a lingering feeling, spreading a soft desire through every nerve ending in my body. When he finally pulled back, I was absolutely breathless. He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged. Not gently. I hissed, every muscle going taut with anticipation.