Page 9 of Ready, Willing and Abel (Dog Tags #6)

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Abel

I’m in love.

I can’t even believe it, but I am ass over head in love with this woman. It’s taking every bit of my concentration not to blurt it out. But she’d think I was a lunatic and likely not want to see me again.

I’m not sure if she ever noticed the photographer when we arrived at the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant. Walking down the street to the ice cream shop.

Holding hands the whole time. Probably the kiss I’m giving her pressed up against my car.

By now, though, I’m done paying attention to anyone but her.

“Abel, she whispers against my lips.

“Yeah?” I hold my forehead against hers.

“I’m not ready for tonight to be over.”

“Thank fuck.”

I press another heated kiss to her lips, then help her into my car. I threatened to fire Tish if she didn’t make sure that the photographers didn’t follow us back to Esme’s house. It’s one thing to invade my privacy when I’m in public, but at her house, that’s off limits.

I might break several traffic laws getting back to her house. But she’s got her hand on my thigh and I’m rock hard for her.

By the time I put the car in park, she’s kissing my neck.

“Are you wearing some kind of custom-made pheromone cologne?” She mumbles against my throat.

“No. Just aftershave. Why?”

“Because your scent drives me a little insane.”

“In a good way?”

She leans up a little, putting her lips right next to my ear. “It’s making me wet.”

Ah fuck. She’s so goddamn sexy. “Can we go inside?”

“Excellent idea.” She opens her door and climbs out.

I grab her hand and we walk up to her front door.

When we get inside and she locks the door, it hits me that I want to fuck her because she means everything to me. For years I’ve wondered if I was asexual because I’d never craved anything more than my hand.

But I want to do everything with Esme.

“I want you,” I tell her.

She takes my hand and pulls me into her bedroom.

“Say it again,” she says.

“I want you. I don’t want any space between us. I want to breathe you in until you’re a permanent part of my soul.”

She releases a small gasp. “Was that from a movie?”

I shake my head. “Never. Everything I’ve said to you, everything I will say to you comes straight from me.”

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” she says.

“No. You are the beautiful one. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Esme.” I run my nose up her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Her hands find my shirt and work the buttons until I feel her warm palms on my shoulders. Her touch is like lightning. Sparking in one place and spreading to several others.The shirt falls to the floor.

Then her hands are working to open my jeans.

She makes a sweet sound of satisfaction. “Commando again.”

She spreads open the fly of my jeans, reaches in, and wraps her hand around my dick.

“Oh fuck, Esme.”

She slides my jeans over my ass and they fall to my feet. Then she’s once again on her knees in front of me.

Precum beads on the tip of my cock, and she leans forward and licks it off.

I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “You don’t need to be on your knees for me. I should be on my knees for you.”

She licks her lips. “But I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your dick.” She leans forward and nearly swallows me whole.

I hit the back of her throat and have to fight not to come that very moment. “Esme.”

Her brown eyes lift to mine, but her lips are still wrapped around my shaft.

I shake my head. “I want you too badly. You’ve already got me on the edge. Let me make you feel good.” I pull her to her feet and kiss her. I’m dying to get my hands all over her. “How do I get this dress off of you? I don’t see any buttons or zippers.”

She grabs one of the tails from the bow tied at her waist. “Just pull.”

So I do, and the bow comes untied and the red fabric parts to reveal her thick curves barely encased in black lace panties and a matching bra.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

She grins and shakes her head. “No, but I wanted to feel sexy for our date.”

“And did you?”

“Yes.”

“Good because you are definitely the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I turn her around and press myself against Esme’s curves, my cock straining as I grind into her ass. My mouth finds her neck, trailing licks and sharp little nips that make her shiver. “Tell me to stop.”

She twists her head just enough for me to catch the hunger in her eyes. “Why would I want you to stop, Abel? I want you to strip me bare and give me everything those kisses are promising.”

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like?”

She turns in my arms and meets my gaze. “I promise.”

Her black lacy bra is see-through, her nipples pebbled tight beneath the sheer lace.

“Christ, Esme,” I rasp, heat shooting through me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

While she’s standing there looking like my every dream, wet or otherwise, I finish undressing. I let my eyes eat up every soft, round part of her. I fist my cock. “Don’t take that bra off yet.”

Her gaze drops, locking on me, and she licks her bottom lip slowly, deliberately.

“You keep looking at me like I’m your favorite snack, and I’m gonna lose my mind,” I growl. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“No,” she says.

“You’ve been wrecking me since the first moment you knelt at my feet. I’ve never been so affected by anyone. You undo me, Esme.”

I sit on the edge of her bed and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me and I press my cock against her pussy. Even through her panties, I can feel her heat.

“I want to watch you come for the first time. Right here in my lap,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. “Let me do that for you.”

Her breathing is heavy now, and my eyes lock on her cleavage. I reach around her and unhook her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. Her tits are big and heavy with hard-tipped points. I cup her, weighing them in my palms. I could probably spend hours just playing with her breasts.

It’s on my tongue to tell her that I want her forever. That I see my future in her eyes. But I don’t want to scare her with too much too fast. When the words feel as if they’re going to tumble out at any moment—I kiss her deep, tongue sliding against hers.

I slip my fingers beneath her panties, groaning when I find her soaked. “Yeah, so goddamn wet. Let’s just press that soaking pussy right up against my cock.”

She stands and pushes down her panties, her mouth cut in that mischievous smile of hers. When her pussy is bared to me, I suck in a breath. Neatly trimmed, soft, glistening—she’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

I pat my thighs. “Back on my lap.” I guide her closer. When her slick heat glides over my length, I nearly lose it.

“Abel,” she hisses.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she gasps, rocking against me.

“Good. Rub yourself all over me.” Fuck she feels good. “I’m trying hard not to embarrass myself here, but I’m so damn close already. I could blow just from this.”

She moans, grinding harder. “That would turn me on. If you lose control and you come on me. So hot.”

“Fuck, Esme,” I grit out, gripping her hips as she rides me, dragging her folds across my cock. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Her head tips back, hair spills down her spine, and she cries out my name as she shudders in my lap, falling apart.

Her release is still trembling through her body when I ease her back onto the bed, following her down until I’m stretched over her.

I press open-mouthed kisses along her throat, down her collarbone, lingering over the swell of her breasts before taking one tight nipple into my mouth.

She arches with a gasp, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Abel,” she breathes, voice raw. “I want you inside me. Please.”

I groan against her skin, fighting to steady myself. “You’re sure?”

Her eyes burn into mine, fierce and tender all at once. “I’ve never been more sure.”

That’s all it takes. I slide down her body, kissing her belly before settling between her thighs.

My tongue finds her, teasing, tasting, devouring.

She cries out, clutching the sheets as I suck her clit into my mouth, stroking her until she’s writhing, until she breaks with another ragged scream of my name.

Only then do I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply so she tastes herself on my tongue. My cock is steel-hard, leaking, desperate.

“I had to taste you,” I tell her.

Her thighs widen, making room for my body. My cock presses against her belly. That’s when it hits me.

“Fuck,” I say.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” I rasp.

“That’s okay. Um, I’m on the birth control shot, so no worries there. And I’m clean, just had my annual last month.”

“Oh. Oh,” I say as her words penetrate my lust-addled brain. “I’m clean.” I can say that without a second thought.

“Yes, then just fuck me. Please,” she says.

I nudge at her slick entrance, holding myself back by sheer will. I push in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the searing heat, the way she grips me so tight it feels like heaven and torture all at once. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted on a moan as I bottom out inside her.

“Fuck,” I choke, pressing my forehead to hers. “You feel… unbelievable. I need just a moment.”

She nods, then smiles up at me.

“You’re everything, I tell her.

We move together, slow at first, then faster, harder, until our bodies find the perfect rhythm.

Every thrust makes her cry out, makes me bite back curses as the pressure builds like wildfire in my veins.

She clenches around me, gasping my name, and I can’t hold it anymore—I bury myself deep and shatter, pouring everything into her as she falls apart beneath me.

When the tremors fade, I collapse beside her, dragging her against my chest. We’re both breathing hard, damp with sweat, tangled up and boneless.

She laughs softly, tracing lazy patterns over my skin. “God, Abel. That was… incredible.”

I swallow, heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. The words are lodged in my throat, heavy and terrifying, but I can’t keep them from her. Not after this. I have to tell her

“Esme,” I say quietly.

She tilts her head, lips brushing my jaw. “Hmm?”

“I need to admit something.”

Her eyes widen with panic.

I force the words out. “That was… I’m a virgin.” I shake my head. “I was a virgin. That was my first time.”

Her hand stills against my chest. She pulls back just enough to search my face, eyes wide. “Wait—you mean…”

I nod, heat creeping up my neck. “Yeah. I’ve never been with anyone before. Not until you.”

For a moment, she’s utterly silent. Then her lips part in wonder, not disbelief, not judgment—wonder. “Abel,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I cup her face, thumbing her damp cheek. “Because I didn’t want it to be about that. I wanted it to be about us. About how badly I’ve wanted you since the second we met.”

Her eyes shine, softer than I’ve ever seen them. She presses her forehead to mine, kissing me with slow reverence.

“You could’ve been with anyone, Abel,” she murmurs. “And you chose me.”

“I meant what I said. I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you. It’ll always be you.”