Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,75

my open thighs. My eyes traveled back and forth between his face and the hotel in the backdrop. A slow, wicked smile danced across his face. He was gratified by my nervous response. He never inserted one finger, but skirted around the entrance to my pussy. Then, he caught my clit between his fingers and waited. This wasn’t love-making. This was about fulfilling baser needs, carnal cravings, and a display of male dominance he single-handedly concurred. My stomach bottomed out and I wanted to push my ass into his hard length below. He drew out the visceral side of me and luxuriated in it. He exuded confidence, control, and savagely pinched my clit until all shame and self-control flew out of my lungs and into the night’s air. Abel.

He bent over, his lips floating across the side of my face. “That, my beauty, is how you cap off a night,” he whispered, licking the side of my face. He was vulgar, possessive, hot, and all mine…

For the past week, the boys had been over, recording in Abel’s home studio. I was busy with Bella and my dress fittings. Thankfully, Chance and my future mother-in-law had the reception squared away. Cindy and my mother-in-law left and would be back in time for the wedding. Abel and I were synchronized, despite our disagreement in Catalina.

It was late and Bella was sleeping. Embracing my inner badass ninja capabilities, I snuck down to the studio. I peeked my head into the producing door and saw him in a red-grey flannel cutoff with a white short sleeve T-shirt beneath it. He had one black denim-clad, booted leg against the rung of the stool. Abel had something special planned for the ceremony that he’d been working on. Being the nosiest bitch in the world and unable to contain my excitement, my curiosity got the better of me. He’d surely see me if I sat down, so I stayed hidden in the shadows of the door.

He plugged his guitar into the amp and continued composing. Music sheets splayed on a wooden stool, and a pencil sat snuggly behind his ear. He was deep in thought. Fuck, if I can only flip the intercom switch, I thought. My gaze slowly moved up his frame, past the guitar he strummed with his right hand, and up his long, defined arm. I lingered on his broad shoulders and the way his white T-shirt pulled tautly across his chest as he played. Yet it was his face that had me transfixed. His black hair hung messily over his eyes and he would occasionally whip his head to see past it. He would close his eyes, as if trying to focus on an image from the song he played in front of him. Sometimes, his face would shift along with the lyrics through looks of despair and adoration. He felt every word he sang. He looked directly into the booth, and I could have sworn our eyes met. If they truly had met, he’d know beyond any doubt how incredibly turned on I was. I couldn’t help but bite my lip painfully. His lips, a hairsbreadth away from the microphone, reminded of how he woke me up every morning. He had an internal clock that woke before the baby’s morning feeding, for his own feeding.

My heart pumped enough that I crawled over to the switch to flip it on. With a loud click, it seemed to echo off the insulated walls. I slowly rolled a chair over the carpet to the door just in case I needed a quick exit.

Those fingers were magical, so long and beautiful, coaxing the notes from his guitar. I knew firsthand what those fingers were capable of—the passion they brought. I swallowed and looked at his face. Yes, he truly was a god. His tattoos crawled seductively up his body onto his neck. He let the gage holes close and opted for silver loops along the shell of his ear. His jawline was squared with just enough scruff on it to be a dream along my thighs.

His voice was silk and pure sex that did things to my body I had no voluntary control of. My legs clenched each time his voice lowered, causing a sexy buzz to run through me.

It seems like only yesterday since I first laid eyes on you

You’re the woman that took this shell of a man

and gave me something brand new.

You took a sorry mess, babe

Taught me what it is to love

gave