Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,64
voice was rough. “How many in your collection now?”
That was another thing he hadn’t been an asshole about: he’d bought her as many purses as she wanted, had often come home from tour with three or four that he’d picked up along the way. It would’ve been better had he taken her with him so she could choose her own favorites, but that was done. Abe wouldn’t excuse his behavior or forgive himself for it, but he intended to do better now.
Sarah looked so guilty right then that he chuckled, his chest going all tight. “I bet if I hunt around this house, I’ll find a dedicated purse room.”
“No comment.” A sudden, dazzling smile that caught him right in the solar plexus. “Don’t tease me. You were such an enabler.”
He grinned past the emotions crashing through him… and Sarah reached back to undo her zipper. “Let me.” He wanted to adore her, seduce her, addict her.
She hesitated for a taut second before dropping her hands.
He rose to go stand at her back, then kissed the bare skin of her exposed nape, her hair up in a sleek knot.
Sarah shivered. Her skin was warm and toned and flawless under his lips, her curves just made for his big hands. Quickly unzipping and pushing off her dress because he loved Sarah naked, he let her step out of the dress, then unhooked the black lace of her bra.
It joined the dress on the floor.
Out of patience, he cupped the heavy weight of her breasts from behind, rubbing his thumbs over the swollen nipples that had always been sensitive. When she cried out, he petted her breasts, whispered, “I’ll be careful.” It was a sensual promise. “Treat you so well, Sarah.” A kiss to her throat, her body melting back into his.
His cock pulsed.
Shuddering, he moved his hands from her breasts and down her body. Splaying the fingers of one hand over her abdomen, he slid his other one into the lace and satin of her panties. One arm rising to hook around the back of his neck, Sarah rasped his name. It was as if she’d clasped his cock in those long, capable fingers of hers, squeezed.
“I’ve got you,” he said, kissing his way up her throat as he stroked his fingers through her lush folds.
She was liquid with need for him.
He felt like a fucking god.
Tugging on the plump bud of her clit, he wasn’t prepared for her to pull away his hand and spin around to face him. He’d opened his mouth to ask if he’d touched her too roughly when she went to work on his shirt buttons.
Oh.
More than willing to be stripped by Sarah, he stood in place and let her undo his shirt, push it off. She pressed kisses across his chest, his shoulders. He loved that she was tall enough to do that, that they fit together like they were two halves of a whole.
Moving one hand to her ass, he cupped a cheek, stroked.
Her breasts rising and falling in a rapid, harsh rhythm, she dropped her hands to his belt buckle. He was wearing his favorite old belt—it was simple black leather but had a slightly tricky clasp… which gave Sarah no trouble at all. And he remembered this was his wife in his arms.
Ex-wife, the civilized part of his brain reminded him for the umpteenth time.
Fuck that, Abe muttered silently. Sarah was his and he intended to put his ring back on her finger. He had no intention of repeating his stupidity in letting her go. Not this time. Gripping her chin as she was undoing the button on his jeans, he dropped his head and kissed her long and slow and deep, his other hand thrusting into her hair to unravel it.
He licked his tongue over hers, drank her in.
Sarah moaned in the back of her throat but pulled away. “I want you naked.”
He smiled even as his cock jumped. “So you do know how to talk dirty.” Fisting his hand in her hair as she ducked her head, her skin no doubt hot with a blush but her fingers busy, he tensed his abdomen in an effort not to bring things to a premature end.
It was hard. Not only was she touching him, she was nearly naked. The position of her arms pushed together her breasts, creating a deliciously deep cleavage that put all kinds of sinful ideas in his head. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”