Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,39

smile. “Will do,” she said, and it wasn’t until thirty seconds later that she realized the import of Noah’s words and her response: he’d assumed she and Abe had a thing going, and caught in the fantasy, she hadn’t exactly denied it.

Careful, Sarah, she warned herself, but when Abe came to reclaim her, she didn’t resist. Nothing could happen here with so many people around them. His heart beat steady and deep beneath her ear, his body so warm and strong.

Always, she’d felt safe in Abe’s arms.

She’d never slept well when he was on tour, had counted off the days and hours until he’d be home again… until he’d hold her again as he was doing tonight.

The party went from afternoon to night, as befit a hard rock wedding. Sometime after true dark, Abe bent his head to her ear and whispered, “Put your shoes back on,” in a tone that made her skin go hot, her breasts seeming to swell beneath her dress. She knew she should end this here and now, but oh, how she’d missed him.

Just one night.

She found her shoes, slipped her feet into them, and didn’t resist when Abe took her hand and led her out of the pavilion, his goal the black SUV parked a short distance away. “My car.” She tugged at his hand to pull him back. “I don’t want to leave it here.” Where it’d be discovered the next morning, this fantasy night laid bare to the world.

Eyes hot, Abe kissed her wet and deep as his demanding cock pushed into her belly. “We’ll come back for it,” he promised. “After.”

Sarah’s panties were so wet by then that she didn’t argue or resist when he tugged her toward his SUV once again. They drove to his place in molten silence. In LA terms, it wasn’t too far from Fox and Molly’s home, but it was far enough that it felt as if her body would burn up if she didn’t have Abe’s naked flesh against hers, in her, then and there.

Whimpering when he screeched to a stop in his garage, she drank in his harshly spoken, “Sarah,” and got her seat belt off just in time.

He came around to her side of the SUV as the garage door closed, hauled her out. Pressing her up against the side of the vehicle, he kissed her with such raw passion that she felt branded. Owned. She bit his lip, shoved at his suit jacket. Shrugging it off, he ripped off his tie while she frantically unbuttoned his shirt.

He literally tore the sleeves open, his cuff links making tinkling sounds as they hit the concrete of the garage floor. And then he was pulling off his shirt, sending the remaining buttons flying, and she couldn’t stop from spreading her hands on the mahogany-hued beauty of his chest, leaning in to taste him kiss by openmouthed kiss.

He shuddered, thrust his hand into her hair.

Sarah’s hand flew up. “My fascinator!”

Abe, his chest heaving, gave her a burning look… then smiled. “Come on.” Gripping her hand again, he drew her into the house and up to what had once been their bedroom.

Memories crashed into her, painful and beautiful and heartbreaking.

“Wait.”

Abe didn’t ask why she’d stopped in the doorway, digging her heels in. He knew. Eyes locking with hers, he said, “I’ve never brought any other woman here. Just you.”

God, this was so dangerous.

But she let him pull her closer, shivered when he kissed the side of her neck; she’d barely begun to process those sensations when he spun her around to kiss her mouth.

Sarah didn’t have the time—didn’t want it—to think about the past. Not tonight.

“This first,” he murmured after their lips parted in a whisper of damp heat.

Lifting his hands to her fascinator while she stroked the warm, smooth skin of his chest, he removed the bobby pins that held it in place, then put it carefully on the nearby dresser. Spinning her around so quickly afterward that she wobbled, might’ve lost her balance had she not left her heels in the SUV, he unzipped her dress. “Don’t want this wrinkled.”

A kiss to her shoulder.

Shivering again, Sarah let the dress fall off her body, stepped out. Behind her, Abe picked it up and threw it over the back of a chair. “There,” he murmured, his hands hot and a little rough on her hips. “Now you don’t have to worry.”

A second tender kiss to the curve of her neck. She’d been hot, wet, ready for a