Page 43 of Trust Me With Forever

“Because spiders are useful and get rid of bugs. But that’s not important. Tell me who the hell couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, to the point you had to knee them in the balls?”

Irritation flared in her eyes, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more to provoke her temper. And yet, I couldn’t help but state, “Tell me, wife. Who dared try and lay a hand on you?”

Narrowing her eyes, she strode toward me. And despite only wearing a towel, she could’ve been a warrior marching toward battle, what with her head held high as anger glinted in her eyes.

The towel slipped a little, and she didn’t try to readjust it. For a split second, I willed for it to fall to the floor.

But then Abby poked my chest and had my full attention again as she said, “Don’t try to pull that possessive bullshit on me, Rafael. We’re not married, not really, and our bargain doesn’t mean you get to growl at me and demand anything.”

I leaned closer, until my face was only six inches from hers, close enough I could see the water trailing down her neck. What I wouldn’t give to be able to lick the droplets off, one by one, and nibble right where her shoulder met her neck.

Focus, Mendoza.I replied, “I promised to protect you, Abigail. And if there’s anyone local I need to tell to keep their fucking hands to themselves, I will. You’re mine to claim, at least for the next year.”

“I’m not yours beyond a piece of paper, any more than you are mine.”

I dared to raise a hand and trace her jaw. She sucked in a breath, and all the days of watching her and dreaming of her and desiring her came rushing back. Warning bells blared inside my head, but I ignored them. The heat and scent and full force of Abigail Wolfe—no, AbigailMendoza—was too delicious to resist. “If you only knew, Abby. If you only knew.”

And then I leaned down and took her lips.

I half-expected her to knee me in the balls again, but she moaned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her soft body against me.

My restraint snapped, and I placed a possessive hand on her ass and another on the back of her neck, and thrust my tongue between her parted lips. She met me stroke for stroke, a hand in my hair and the other one snaking between us. When shestroked my hard dick through my jeans, I groaned and broke the kiss. “Abigail…”

“I wasn’t sure if you had recovered yet, but you have.” She squeezed me and I sucked in a breath. “Which means I don’t need this.”

She stepped back, and I released her. And in the next second, she tugged off the towel and tossed it aside.

Holy fuck.Abigail was naked and flushed and damp from her shower. Her breasts were the perfect handful, her dark pink nipples hard and jutting. Her hips flared out in that way that drove me crazy, soft and round, with her belly begging for me to kiss and lick and tease. Then I saw her neatly trimmed pussy, and I could think of nothing but wanting to taste her.

“Rafe?”

The uncertainty in her voice snapped my eyes back to hers. At the flash of insecurity in her gaze, I crossed the distance between us, took her face between my hands, and said, “I’m tired of resisting you, Abigail. You’re so fucking beautiful, and I want you. Tell me to stop, though, and I will.”

“Don’t stop, Rafael. Don’t you dare stop.”

With a growl, I kissed her again. Her arms went around my neck and mine went to her ass. I lifted, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her close as I claimed her mouth, rocked her against my dick, and reveled in the way she moaned as I did it again.

I walked us to the bed and leaned over until her back hit the mattress. She tugged my shirt up, and I finally broke the kiss to stand up and strip off my clothes. The second her gaze shot to my erection, I let out a drop of precum.

When she licked her lips, I went to my knees, tugged her to the edge of the mattress, and spread her thighs. “I’m tasting you first, wife.”

I paused a second to see if she’d tell me to stop, but she merely widened her legs.

Never taking my gaze from hers, I lowered my head and licked her pussy.

The taste of her sweet honey triggered something inside me, something primal that needed to make her scream my name, and I lapped and nibbled and lightly fucked her with my tongue. She tried to buck, but I kept her hips in place, wanting her to do nothing but feel me devour her.

Chapter Seventeen

Abby

Aunt Lori:Remember to leave your bed to eat once in a while, so you can keep up your strength.

Me: There’s more to life than staying in bed.

Aunt Lori:Then that man of yours isn’t doing it right. I’ll have to put together some romance books and give him his marching orders.

Me:Wait, what? No! That’ll just embarrass him.

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