wild session, but this was different, the night changing in front of her. Panicked, she shifted to face him, pressing her body against his in a silent invitation. His erection made it clear he was as ready as she was, but he didn’t take her invitation, didn’t push her down on the bed or against a wall and thrust inside her.
“Now, Abe,” she demanded, dropping her hands to his belt buckle.
“What’s the rush?” He lifted those hands back up to his chest, placed his own hands on her waist. “You are so fucking beautiful, Sarah.” Kisses along her jaw, down the line of her neck. “Let me worship you.”
Panic twined with need, with memory, and it was hard to think, hard to breathe. “Kiss me.” She needed an anchor, needed him.
His kiss was deep and slow and as possessive as the hand he placed boldly over her breast. Shivering, she took and took, drinking him up. His breathing was harsh by the time they separated, his eyes glittering, but still he didn’t strip her naked, finish it. Falling onto his knees in front of her instead, he leaned forward to press a kiss to the black lace of her panties.
“Abe.” Her hand on the back of his head, her knees shaky.
“Shh, I have you.” Kissing a line along the waistband of her panties, he held her up with one arm around her upper thighs. A lick of his tongue over her hipbone that made her moan. Then, at last, he was shifting his arm and tugging down her panties and she was stepping out of them because she couldn’t resist Abe when he was being so tender.
Throwing the crumpled lace aside, he clamped his arm around the back of her upper thighs once more and kissed her again. Only this time it was on her bare flesh. Sarah cried out as her knees threatened to crumple. Her hands fell forward onto Abe’s shoulders, his body the only solid point in her universe.
“I have you,” he said again, his breath hot against her flesh.
Then he did what he’d said: he worshipped her.
Rocked by pleasure over and over again, Sarah felt boneless, liquid, when he rose to scoop her up in his arms. Laying her down gently on the bed, he first got rid of her bra. Then, keeping his eyes on her the entire time, he stripped down to the skin. Taking the thick length of his rigid cock in one fist, he stroked once, twice, his jaw clenched.
Sarah’s back arched, her lower body rising up toward him in a silent plea.
“I can see you,” he ground out. “So fucking wet for me.”
When he grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer, rolled it on, she wanted to protest. He was her husband— But no, he wasn’t. Not anymore. He was her lover for this one fantasy night and tomorrow… Tomorrow she’d think about tomorrow.
She lifted her arms and he came over her, nudging her thighs apart to push into her in a deep thrust that made her want to cry out except that the pleasure was too much, robbed her of sound. Her sense of completion was absolute, her arms wrapping around Abe to hold him close. He didn’t move hard or fast despite the fact he was viciously aroused. He took it slow, each stroke accompanied by a kiss, more than one, their bodies sliding skin to skin all over.
She kissed his shoulders, the curve of his neck, anything she could reach. She had missed him so much. Always she’d missed this man who’d once been her husband, but even more since the emotional, passionate hours they’d shared three weeks earlier.
Tears stung her eyes.
Abe spoke against her ear, the rumble of his voice cascading a thousand memories over her. “I haven’t been with anyone else since that day in your kitchen.” He drew back, thrust impossibly deeper. “You’re in my blood, Sarah.”
Nails digging into his back, she locked her mouth to his. She couldn’t listen to his words, couldn’t start rebuilding dreams that had splintered forever. This was a night out of time. After it ended, she had to put herself back together and figure out how to get over Abe Bellamy all over again.
CHAPTER 14
SARAH FELT LIKE A FALLEN woman—a deliciously used fallen woman—when they drove through the gates of Fox and Molly’s home around four thirty in the morning. They’d planned to come back much earlier but had fallen asleep in each other’s arms in the aftermath of