Chapter 28

If he’d died and gone to heaven and this was his induction before he found out he was actually supposed to go to the other place, he’d go cheerfully after the vision that presented itself to him.

Abby. Stunning, hot-as-hell Abby.

His pulse kicked at the base of his throat as he watched her, unbearably aroused yet his thoughts oddly tender as well. All wrapped up in the essence of who Abby was, who she’d always been to him. Lover, best friend, the woman who kept the blood pounding in his veins, for better or for worse. The one he saw himself traveling through time with, and even as she grew older, she’d keep him in line. Make him want to get up in the morning, challenge him.

And surprise of surprises…mother of their little one.

He choked back a tear, swallowed clumsily.

There was no one for him but her.

And there she was. Approaching him through the sand. Naked. Beautiful breasts lifting lightly with every step, curvy hips sashaying with fierce and determined intent toward him.

And no. She wasn’t meek or timid. It looked like she had some definite plans in mind.

And oh. Naked.

Reaching him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and scrutinized him. Her mouth curved upwards and her mischievous eyes sparkled.

“Hey there.” Bare breasts brushed his chest and the breath left his lungs in a hiss. The stiff peaks taunted him as they rubbed along his skin, electrifying the aching need in him.

He’d dreamt about this, so many times. He’d played every micro-sensation out in his mind endlessly. Abby in front of him, her breasts heavy, resting across his cupped fingers, the sensitive under-skin like the sheerest silk. Flicking his thumbs across her soft nipples, feeling them tighten and pucker to hardness. Her answering groan of pleasure as he repeated the caress over and over. Staring at her warm eyes as they glazed over with the repeated motion—he wouldn’t be kind to her, no, he’d keep it up mercilessly.

The hard twist in his guts as her eyes darkened to burnt amber. Hearing the breath of his name as it whispered past her lips, despite her desire to stay in control.

Traveling the road to out of control.

And now she was here, not a figment of his harsh and cruel imagination. In the flesh. As seductive as any nude painted by a master. More.

The knowing smile that curled her lips was a fierce demand. She gazed intently into his eyes, the crash of the pounding surf behind them a sensual backdrop.

“Abby.” He breathed her name as his gaze heated, taking in every detail of that face. Placing his hands on her waist with her warm flesh curving against his fingers, he pulled her close just for the joy of feeling the woman he loved, after so many years. Countless days and nights, he’d endured, barely endured, without her.

The rapid beat of her heart pulsed in her skin. Her hot breath arced across his neck, her cheek laid soft against his. Skimming his hands lower, he placed his palms, fingers splayed, on her heavenly tush. Cupping it. Pulling her toward him, making sure an inch of sea spray couldn’t get between them, making them as inseparable as the green tourmaline ocean resting on the coral atoll just meters away.

Heaven.

Abby groaned, her curves molded to him.

“Dare.” Her hands slid around him, clenching him to her as if she never wanted to let him go. He felt her urgency, and it fed his spirit. Evaporated the underlying tension he’d had for three long years. The desperate need wasn’t unilateral, and she wasn’t a figment of those taunting, spiteful dreams, the ones that nothing could chase away. Not alcohol, nor crazy hours of work.

She was here. She was real, and he soaked her in.

Her fingers played over his back, skimmed to the hollow just above his ass, and caressed him.

She dipped her hands to his bare butt, her fingers stroking his flesh and heat spread through him. Fondling his ass cheeks, she jerked him close so that his cock pressed into the silk of her pussy. A tiny sound escaped from the back of her throat.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Placing the flattened pads of his fingertips at her temples, he stroked gently backwards, lacing his fingers into her hair, immersing his hands into the glorious mass. The plush tangles slid against his wrists and his breath quickened. The scent of the wild storm they’d been through was still buried in it, the sea breeze fusing lightly with hints of the exotic floral she wore.

Another familiar scent overrode it all. The unique musk of her skin, the sheen of sweat that shone on her as the sun heated her—he wanted to drown in it.

Lose himself in Abby Haines.

Cradling her head, he bent it backwards, so that her face was bathed in sunlight as he captured her swollen lips with his.

The kiss began determined, turned fierce as he opened his mouth over hers, molding his lips to hers. He didn’t know if this was bliss or gluttony, but all he knew was that it was essential. The taste of her was ecstasy, unbridled joy. He had a feeling some would call it shameful, but if they bottled it and sold it for a thousand dollars an ounce, they’d be rich overnight.

Abby.

This—he and Abby here, together, he was inflexible on. Aroused out of rational thought, he deepened the kiss, added layers. His senses swirled as her tongue mated with his in a furious melding of souls.

He lowered his hands to her mouth, ran his thumb along her bottom lip, even as they devoured each other. She sucked it into her mouth and he felt the ridge of her teeth on it as she bit lightly, then increased the pressure.

Winding her arms around him, breathing heavily, she outlined his shoulder blades, the strength of her fingertips a welcome sensation. Bringing his body to life with a rush.

“Abby.” The word escaped his lips even as she gave herself more furiously to the kiss. He skimmed his hands lower to cup her breasts and she moaned. Raking his thumb across her budded peaks, a gasp ratcheted from her lips.

“More,” she mouthed and dragged her hands down his back. Clenching her fingernails into his bare ass, the pleasure-pain streaked to his cock and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Abby moaned, low and long and sultry as her fingers curled around his cock, the heat of her fingers branding him. Fire spread, licking through him as his cockhead jerked into the softness of her palm.

Oh, baby.

As if she read his desire she broke apart from him, dropping to her knees in front of him, and he tried to catch her expression but all he saw was determination and a desire to move lower on his body.

But this wasn’t how he’d pictured his reunion with Abby, when he’d been stupid enough to play it out in his mind.

“Abby, no.” The words broke from his lips in a ragged whisper as he clamped his hands on her shoulders. He halted her descent at his waist and she gazed up at him, hair in wild disarray, eyes dark.

He palmed her cheeks, tried to raise her up. “You first.”

Though it just about killed his body that he was saying that.

She muttered something and wrenched free from his grasp, single-mindedly bent on her task.

But her words were garbled. He didn’t catch it. “What?”

Eyes level with his cock now, she stopped for a second and blazed a menacing look up at him. “My chick flick, remember?”

He was about to have a serious discussion with her about this, just as soon as he caught his breath, and then the tip of her tongue nuzzled the soft flesh around the slit in his cock.

Holy hell.

Her hot breath teased the sensitive flesh, and she was suddenly having trouble catching her breath too. He sucked the ocean air in raggedly, and worked to stabilize himself.

Ah, just about there…extreme effort and all that…keep calm and carry on…

And her tongue was back at its assault.

Licking purposefully at the weeping slit, a hoarse groan sounded deep in her throat. Blistering sensation chafed through his body as his cock buoyed into her mouth. It ignored his brain and joyously set about plundering that wet cavern. His muscles trembled as she continued the slick attack swiping slowly, purposefully just under the flared head of his shaft.

Lord, have mercy.

If it hadn’t been for needing to keep that wet mouth exactly where it was, he’d have fallen to his knees onto the moist sand.

Damping his cock in a long, deliberate line traveling the length of his shaft, her tongue licked at his balls and he thought his mind was going to evaporate in a hiss of lust. He pushed her hair back from her face, reaching for her scalp through the silky mess, positioning her.

Abby returned to his sensitive cockhead. The fiery ache in it mounted. Grew.

Capturing the crown in her hot mouth she curled her tongue around it as if it were her favorite sucker. Groaning deeply, she feverishly enclosed it with her mouth, swallowing as far as she could along his shaft, then back. Forward, then back. Sucking. Again. Again.

Again.

She was sawing him to orgasm.

The pistoning action almost sent him over the edge as he bent his knees to make his happy, randy, ready-to-shoot-fireworks-out-the-tip dick more accessible to her wild mouth.

God, she was dedicated. Determined. He sucked in a ragged breath. He didn’t want to lose it in her mouth.

With an effort born purely of, off-planet, no-kryptonite-here, superhuman strength, even as she greedily raced to the finish line, he disengaged her mouth from his cock.

The O of her mouth that had just been stuffed full of him flattened to an angry expression as she tilted her head back and fumed up at him. “Why did you do that? I want to suck you until…”

He dropped to the sand on his knees and closed his mouth over hers.

Pulling her hair back and locking his hands in the outrageous mane, he assaulted that petulant mouth. The one that thought she had all the say over their sex life.

And to his surprise, she let him. Moaning, she slanted her head back for more.

His hand found her breast and he cupped it, fondling the pliant flesh. A heart-splitting moan from Abby. He dragged the fingers of his other hand down her silky back to the delicious curve of her ass and caught it in his grip. She burrowed in closer to him and he knew they’d reached the finish line.

Levering himself over her, he lowered her to the beach, the palm of one hand pushing into the fine grains of sand as he supported her in the crook of his arm. She tilted her face up more determinedly as they descended, her mouth assaulting his as she battled him with her tongue. A delicious swirl of angry, passionate mouth jousting.

Her head thudded to the sand. Grabbing the sheet she’d whisked off him, he spread it under her quickly as best he could. Abby clung to him as he shifted her onto it, their mouths feasting on each other. Then she was under him, a glorious repast spread out for him.

She slid her heels along the sheet, tiny sand mounds shifting under them and made space for him. He moved his knees between her spread ones as she widened the space again, and he took in the sight, his heart clenching.

She was open and ready. For him.

Her words were an impassioned hiss. “Now.”

Aiming his engorged cock at the silk of her pussy, he halted, skimming his hand down her body, his palm taking in all of her curves, while she writhed and moaned and seemed the tiniest bit put out.

Yeah, maybe it was depraved and wicked, but making her wait had always turned Abby Haines hotter. Had intensified the appetite in both of them to scalding, just this side of inhuman.

He felt her stomach tense against him as she moaned low, and spat a promise, just for him. “I’ll kill you when we’re done.”

Ah, that would be his signal. Stifling the crazy laughter that suddenly threatened to well from the deepest parts of him, he lowered his head. He deposited a wet kiss on her breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth as she thrashed under him, then released it to plant his lips on the shell of her ear. He breathed the appropriate message deep into its elegant curves. “Coming, Queen Bee.”

Straightening his arms, he held himself above her, his palms digging into the sand, his cockhead caught against her soft thigh. Grasping his shaft with one hand, he pressed the head against her pussy as she jerked below him.

Yeah...right there. His knuckles grazed the wet spot, came away slick, covered with silky liquid.

Abby was freakin’ flooded. Positioning the head right at the spot, his slit submerged in her elixir, he sucked in a deep breath, held it.

A formidable thrust forward with a lunge of his hips and it was as if he’d never been out of her. Never left that hot pussy for menial matters like work or obligations.

His face contorted with the delicious pressure surrounding his cock, and he groaned. He was wrenchingly tight inside the slick paradise Abby’d always been.

“God, yes.” A moaning demand from underneath hm.

The words spilled from him as he clenched his eyes shut, his arms quivering, feeling Abby’s pussy clamping on him. “That can be arranged.”

She rocked below him, her fingers clenching his shoulders, drove her core upward as she tossed her head from side to side, yelling ferociously. “Do it already! You’re going to drive me crazy!”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

But he didn’t move, and his reward for non-compliance was a sharp, exacting claw down the hollow of his spine. She shifted under him, centering him in the exact spot she wanted him in, her breath scraping in and out.

God. She wasn’t willing to wait a second. Bearing down on her, he grunted as her pussy gripped his cock and dragged him in. Sensation cascaded through him, the agonizing demand of his body escalating.

Straining forward, he bucked his hips and abruptly, was in another world. Deep.

Her raw gasp of surprise and pleasure stoked his raging hunger. Her inner thighs pushed past his waist as she raised her ass, lifting her pussy into the air, his cock still in her. Then her heels were riding his butt. The grains of sand she deposited rubbed tiny splinters into his ass as her heels jarred back and forward with the motion of their out-of-control mating.

He pulled out, and Abby screamed. Thrust her stomach up toward him, desperate to keep him lodged inside her.

He met her on the down stroke, thrust strong. Another feminine scream that he knew from long experience was a reward.

And so, they came together. They renewed the lust they’d always had for each other, the slick intensity soaking their pores and their bodies mating, in hard, incoherent slams. A raging dance of in, out. Scream. Yell. Abby hurled insults at him when he didn’t go fast enough, and yelled lustily when he did.

He could do this forever. Abby, on the white sands of Chandelle Island, her knees bent, spread around him, with the gulls flying overhead. The eternal aqua of the surf crashing beside them, echoing their screams.

And when they flew up into the infinite reaches of that boundless blue sky, soared yet higher, then crashed, they splintered into a thousand, brilliant soul-obliterating pieces.

Neither of them would ever be the same again.