Page 9 of The One

“I did.”

“It was my first kiss.” Abel’s hold on me tightens a fraction. “That means something to me. So you know.”

“It means something to me, too.” That makes me smile. “You want me to turn the lights on for you?”

“No.” I lick my lips. “Tonight, you didn’t go—” I feel Abel's tension. His whole body goes solid behind me. “Oh my God!” I hiss. I try to wiggle away from him, but I don’t get anywhere.

“Don’t fight me, Angel.” His tone is gruff. Almost a growl. I keep wiggling to break free. It’s stupid. The man could toss me easily across the room. I’m not fighting for him. “Angel!” Abel pulls me. The next thing I know, I’m under him, my hands pinned above my head, and my thighs spread wide to make room for his broad frame. “Don’t fight me,” he repeats. “I’m on edge already.”

I stop moving at that. It only takes me a half second to recognize his hard cock pressing against my sex. My hands are still pinned above my head. Fear should be coursing through my body. Heck, I'd rather it be fear than the pure, lusty need that runs through me instead. He could be married!

“Abel?” His name comes out breathy. I think I might sound sexy. Maybe.

“Fuck me,” he growls before his mouth comes down on mine. I gasp in surprise, making my lips part. Abel slides his tongue right into my mouth. It’s not slow and sweet. No, Abel devours me. His tongue swirls, trying to taste all of me. I can't help but start to kiss him back.

When my tongue strokes against Abel's, an almost guttural, deep rumble comes from him. I feel it through my own body.

“Angel.” He jerks his mouth away from mine.

“What?” I whimper.

“It’s too much. You’re grinding on my cock, and I’m about to rip those sexy shorts from your body and bury my tongue in your cunt to see if you taste as sweet there as your lips.” His words ramp up the ache that has formed between my thighs.

I stop rocking. I had been grinding on him. “I didn’t know I was…” I trail off. Even in the dark, I can't say "cock." It's silly, but I can’t get it past my lips.

Abel shifts down a few inches, so now the bottom of his stomach presses against my sex rather than his cock. I can’t see him, but the action doesn’t make him release his hold on my hands. I bet the man is perched over me like an animal with prey.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want, and I kind of..."

“Toss me around like your own little doll.”

“Jesus, Angel,” Abel grits out. It takes me a second to put together how dirty that sounds. I fight not to rub against him. That growing throb, unlike any I’ve ever felt before, continues between my thighs. It’s almost painful.

Would it really be so bad if he did bury his face between my thighs? Was that an offer? I can still feel his mouth on mine. What would it be like to feel it down there, too? Then we could—No! I cut my own thoughts off.

“Wait.” I wiggle.

“Don’t fight me.”

"Why, what are you going to do?” I don’t think Abel would hurt me. Not physically, at least.

“I honestly don’t fucking know.” I believe him. However, I don't believe that any form of pain would be involved. I also don’t think he’s trying to scare me. He’s being honest with me. I hope he is.

“Tell me there isn’t anyone else.”

“What?” He sounds surprised by my question.

“You left, came back, and showered. I don’t know,” I ramble, not sure how to say this. It makes me feel needy and desperate. I never want to feel like that. I watched many women act that way with my father. “Are you married or something? Did you go see someone?” I rush the last of it out. I can’t keep kissing him if there is someone else. I wouldn’t want to kiss him.

“There is no one but you, Angel. I give you my vow in that.”

“Your vow.” I smile. “I kinda like the sound of that.”

“I didn’t mean to be cold.” He releases his hold on me, shifting to his side. Abel takes me with him, pulling me halfway on top of him before grabbing a blanket to cover us. “I had work to do and wanted to shower before I touched you. Then you screamed.” Now he sounds like the haunted one.

“Sorry about that.”

“I don’t like when you scream.” Abel pulls me more on top of him. I run my hand up his chest, feeling the thin layer of hair and a few puckered scars. “Sleep, Angel.” I suddenly feel exhausted. “I’ll keep the monsters away.” I think he said. Or had it been…I’ll keep the other monsters away.

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