Page 45 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

I’m yours.

Abagail opened her mouth, ready to say them, ready to let Nicola hold all the cards for the first time in her life. She was ready to let someone else be in charge for just this once. Or maybe even longer. Abagail raised her hand to just under Nicola’s chin, pressing her thumb and forefinger so she could hold Nicola close.

She breathed slowly, the world slowing down. She could say those words, couldn’t she? She could speak them into existence and Nicola would savor them. Leaning in, Abagail kissed her tenderly. There was no heat in it this time. It was nothing more than comfort and connection, and something stirred inside her, something she’d never felt before.

“I’m yours,” Abagail whispered against Nicola’s lips, not sure she could stand to look her in the eyes when she said this. “I’m yours.”

Nicola wrapped her arms around Abagail’s back and hauled Abagail against her. She started to walk, moving Abagail backward. Abagail pulled at Nicola’s shirt, tugging it over her head and dropping it at the bottom of the stairs. She wrapped Nicola up for another kiss before breaking it and walking up the stairs with Nicola only a step behind her.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Nicola slid her hand into Abagail’s and laced their fingers. Abagail stumbled. Nicola caught her. She glanced down at their joined hands and felt the warmth of the touch seep through her skin and into her body. Nicola started toward the room they’d shared before, but Abagail stopped her.

“No, this way.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke, and she tugged lightly. Abagail led the way down the other end of the hall to her bedroom. She shut the door behind them.

Immediately, their mouths were pressed together. Abagail ran her fingers over Nicola’s bare back and flicked the clasp of her bra. She felt the weight of Nicola’s small breasts against her palms, the hardness of her nipples, the suppleness of her flesh. Nicola hummed, her nimble fingers working at the buttons on Abagail’s blouse.

“Just rip it,” Abagail murmured.

“Really?” Nicola asked, pulling back slightly in surprise.

“Yes.” Abagail kissed her hard. “Yes.”

With both hands, Nicola slid her hands between the buttons and jerked hard. The buttons flew, the thread ripped loudly, and Nicola giggled. The sound was music to Abagail’s ears as she bent in for another kiss. Nicola stripped Abagail bare of her shirt and bra, and then she spun them around, pushing Abagail down onto the bed so she could feast on her breasts.

She flicked her tongue over her nipples, swirling little circles. Abagail arched her back and dropped her shoes onto the floor. She ran her fingers through Nicola’s tangled curls and tightened her grasp. She wanted touch and more touch—everything that Nicola could give her and more.

Nicola had her belt undone and her pants around her thighs. Abagail lifted her hips up to help as Nicola pulled her clothes off, stripping her completely naked. She stepped up, eyeing Abagail over, her gaze filled with lust and something else that Abagail couldn’t name.

“Let me taste you first,” Nicola said, her lips bowed upward into a beautiful smile.

Silently, Abagail parted her legs and threw her hands behind her head. This was comfortable. Abagail understood this side of who they were together. Nicola bent down, kissing the insides of her thighs, trailing her tongue in swirls, and nuzzling her nose into Abagail’s curls.

“Nicola…” Abagail breathed her name, lifting her hips up again in anticipation of what Nicola’s tongue would feel like.

Nicola didn’t disappoint. The first lick was from back to front, and she hummed her satisfaction. She scraped her teeth against the inside of Abagail’s thigh before sliding back in to lick her again, and then suck her. Abagail ground down against her face, holding back her cries of pleasure. Before she could even think about what was going to happen next, Nicola stopped.

“Get in the middle of the bed,” Nicola said, standing between Abagail’s legs.

Complying, Abagail pulled herself backward until she was lying in the center of the mattress. Nicola climbed on top of her, straddling her at first and then lying down against her side. Their lips touched. Abagail cupped her cheek before sliding her hand down Nicola’s neck and chest to her hip. Nicola trailed herfingers across Abagail’s skin, simply exploring in such a gentle manner.

Abagail reveled in it. This softness wasn’t something she was used to. Good hard quick fucks—that was more her norm. Especially with Nicola. She’d anticipated the spanking, the pulling of her nipples, the digging of Nicola’s nails into her flesh. But this was something else entirely.

And it felt so damn good.

Abagail floated, her brain her heart her body. She felt nothing but Nicola against her, each trace of her fingers, each slide of her leg as she shifted. Abagail moved her hand down between Nicola’s legs, plying her, teasing her, just a sweet slide of her fingers here and there. She wasn’t aiming to get Nicola off quickly. Instead, she wanted to stay in this sweet moment for as long as possible.

Could they touch like this all night?

Nicola slid two fingers inside her, and Abagail gasped.

No. They weren’t going to stay like this all night. Nicola was going to pleasure her until she lost her damn mind again. The only difference was that this time she was looking forward to it, and she trusted that Nicola would catch her in the end.

“Touch me,” Nicola whispered into her ear. “Finger me.”

Abagail licked her lips as she finally touched Nicola with far more purpose than before. They were face to face, chest to chest, as they fingered each other. They started slowly, and Abagail followed each of Nicola’s moves. Nicola’s fingers slipped, but she added in a third.

“So good,” Abagail said, the words barely making it out of her mouth.

“You feel amazing,” Nicola murmured, planting a kiss against Abagail’s neck. Her entire body was rocking as they moved together, fingers buried deep inside each other. Their gazes locked.

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