Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,100

own. “And I read up on stuff online. Lots of women say saltine crackers help. I got you a box, put it in the pantry.”

Sarah blinked, staying snug against Abe’s body. “When?”

“A couple of weeks ago.” He cuddled her impossibly tighter when a photographer got too close, the camera flash going off like a strobe light. It made her stomach roil even more, bile rising to her throat.

No. She was not going to throw up here and end up on the front page of a tabloid.

Hiding her face in Abe’s chest while trying to make it appear as if she was just tired and snuggling in, she drew in his scent. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and though she could feel his muscles trembling with brutal tension, he didn’t strike out at the photographer physically or even vocally. Instead, he kept his attention on her, telling her he could see the limo turning into the street, that it’d be at the curb in front of them in seconds.

Then it was and he was opening the door, getting her inside.

Sarah didn’t speak once she was safely inside the limo, just squeezed her eyes shut and breathed. She managed—barely—to hold it together until she was home. At which point she ran to the nearest toilet and threw up.

She was aware of Abe holding back her hair, of him using a wet cloth to wipe her mouth after she was done, but then the nausea rose again. By the time she was finally finished, she felt like she’d been hanging over the toilet for hours. “I want to shower and get into the most comfortable pj’s I have.”

Abe helped her to her feet, then up to the bedroom after a short detour to the kitchen to get some water down her. When he lifted his hands to undo her dress, she let him, but shook her head after the dress fell to the floor. “Alone, okay?”

“I’m leaving the door open.” Abe’s expression was dark. “So I can hear if you fall over.”

“I’m not feeling weak. In fact, I’m starving.” Her stomach rumbled on cue. “I want toast with peanut butter and jelly.”

“I can do that.” Abe kissed her forehead, then patted her ass in a distinctly possessive way. “Shower.”

Feeling far less icky after that pat, which said her lover wasn’t put off by what had happened, she took off her underwear and smiled down at her belly before stepping into a nice hot shower. When she finally got out and dried off, it was to discover Abe had dug up her yellow microfleece pajamas with the moon and stars on them.

Feeling hugged even though he wasn’t physically present in the room, she pulled on the pj’s, ran a comb through her hair, and was done. Especially since the scent of toast was hot and delicious in the air. Ravenous, she ran downstairs and into the kitchen and snatched the toast right out of Abe’s hand as he finished putting grape jelly on the peanut butter. Groaning at the first bite, she managed to wriggle onto a counter stool and waved at Abe to keep slathering the other slice with peanut butter.

He grinned and got on it. That was when she noticed he’d taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. She had a seriously hot rock star in her kitchen, making her peanut butter and jelly toast, and even though she’d just thrown up in front of him, he was giving her looks that said he liked what he saw.

A lot.

Sarah’s toes curled. As she finished the first piece of toast and reached for the next—after sipping from the glass of milk Abe had poured for her—she decided she was going to let him show her exactly how much he liked the view. Given the night thus far, her body and her hormones were clearly out of whack, but she didn’t care with arousal hot and damp between her thighs.

Second piece of toast finished, she drank the rest of the milk.

“More?” Abe asked, having munched on a piece himself while she demolished hers.

“You.”

ABE HAD BEEN DRINKING A GLASS OF WATER, almost dropped the glass at Sarah’s statement. Putting it down with extreme care, he gripped the counter. “You were just—”

“I’m fine now.” His wife began to unbutton her pajama top, her teeth sinking into the lush fullness of her lower lip.

Abe couldn’t take his eyes off the smooth richness of her skin as it was revealed