He heard her first; the tiny footsteps she took that betrayed her rise from the bed as it squeaked in protest. He felt an arousal at her present condition. The sheet merely complemented her, flowing about her legs and showing off more then was necessary to make him want to kiss them. Her surprise at the missing couch made him smile. Did she not expect Lorenzo would make good on his threat on his foe, the conversation they had became heated and almost ridiculous at the same time. She was practically edible when in a state of shock.
The lost of couch seemed to be only a minor thing to her as she made her way to him. Each step that came closer, every little motion of her hips, and the hopes the sheet would slip down made his lips draw back in a sexy smile. Abel’s body shifted as she wrapped her arms about him, mimicking his smile and emotions as clear as day. His posture changed to sitting one with her gracing his lap, he let her settle knowing how tender she was. Abel was impressed she could walk let alone get out of bed without help.
Her words were like a summer breeze, filling his ears to the brim with sweet sounds. He shook his head at her curiosity, it wasn’t a dream, the brown hair flipped slightly about and his eyes couldn’t pull from her. The joy poured off her and seemed to infect him like a wild fire to a dried forest, a simple spark and there was no way to douse it. Roared and consumed him in endless want. Liam was nothing more than a distance nightmare beside her. One he gladly forgot.
First she needed to eat; the day would begin once she regained some strength. Truth be told, she was budding artist in this adult pleasure herself and he had not had many of those. Her lips moved some more, the words only mildly caught his attention as the number of things he could do with them ran though his mind. He loved the way they shaped, even when lopsided and clumsy or biting, with each letter when she spoke. All thoughts of making her eat fled away from him once her skin caused lightning to surge across his flesh and heated it.
Her nuzzling brought him back to attention and off guard, though his face never showed it, eyes flickered with a moment’s daze of lust and hunger. She had changed he realized the moment her lips embraced his, a brash and bold move that pulsed his own instincts into overdrive. Damn her he thought with light joking enjoying every moment of it. Her blush told of what was in her head at the moment. His sea eyes flashed with mirth and greater heat, enhancing his all knowing of what she enjoyed and wanted.
It was only when she pulled away was Abel determined to restrain himself. He wanted her to eat first, a pity if she died because he couldn’t control himself. Even worse if she was the one to provoke him into it farther encourage such acts. Abel wasn’t about let Dana manipulate him; play him like a puppet on a string when it was his job. Her hands in his hair, damping them, made his face realize and become slight lost in her eyes as his selfish needs won out in the end.
“No you haven’t lost your mind. You have no idea what awaits you from here. I want to show how to live your life, not exist in it,” his words were gentle as he leaned into kiss her, ready and willing to make her life one of the most beautiful things she could have.
This was only the beginning for things to come but for now, it was the best ending he could ever wished for.
