Page 46 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

They stayed there, locked together and bringing each other to new heights of pleasure. Abagail moved in and kissed Nicola as pleasure filled her entire body for the second time that night. Nicola fell on top of her, her hips rocking in a regular tempo before faltering. She gave Abagail a sloppy kiss before falling to the side and laughing lightly.

“Don’t do that again,” Nicola said, curling around Abagail.

“Do what?” Abagail tangled her fingers into Nicola’s hair and held her.

“Make decisions for me.”

Abagail’s heart stuttered. She shook her head and looked directly into Nicola’s eyes. “I promise.”

“Good.” Nicola took a deep breath and lay on her back.

The air was cool against Abagail’s skin, sending goosebumps up and down her legs and arms. But she didn’t want to move. This was so comfortable. Abagail touched Nicola lightly on her arm. She was about to do the unthinkable.

“Stay here tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Nicola asked, the surprise evident in her tone and her face.

“Yes. I’m sure.” Abagail kissed Nicola’s shoulder. She wanted more of this. So much more.

seventeen

Nicola drew in a slow, deep breath, the sunlight against her face warming her. So was the body against her back. She smiled at herself, feeling the way that Abagail was pressed up against her, leg woven between hers, hand possessively cupping Nicola’s breast as her arms wrapped around Nicola’s front.

She loved this.

A moment of both raw, pure, unadulterated lust and comfort all wrapped up into one. Nicola’s lips curled unexpectedly as she settled into the space. She would love to stay here forever, and she could at least stay here for quite a bit longer.

Something had happened between them the night before, something that had clicked and changed and shifted the balance between them. They were on far more even footing now than they had been before. But what that meant for the future, Nicola wasn’t entirely sure yet.

Nicola slipped from the warmth of Abagail’s embrace and headed straight for the bathroom. She relieved herself and then stared at herself naked in the mirror. She had red marks on her skin from Abagail’s mouth, bite marks down her neck and across her chest. Abagail would have similar marks.

She smiled at them, brushing her fingers across her skin as her cheeks pinked from the memory of the hours they’d spent wrapped up in each other’s arms. She never would have expected this with Abagail. She was cold and harsh, and Warren never had anything good to say about her. He’d always talked about Abagail like she was the black sheep of the family who literally held all the control that could make them or break them.

But that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

Nicola washed her hands, deciding that she’d shower later before she went to visit Alanna. But right now she wanted to get back into the circle of Abagail’s embrace. She tiptoed back into the bedroom and slid under the blankets, immediately finding the exact position that she had left only minutes before.

Abagail hummed, her breath rustling the small hairs on the back of Nicola’s neck as she scooted in closer and again grabbed Nicola’s breast possessively. Then Abagail grunted, though it didn’t seem like a very happy grunt.

“You’re cold.”

Nicola’s lips curled upward into a smile as she pushed herself back against Abagail’s body. “Better for you to warm me up then.”

Abagail’s grunt turned into a hum this time, and her thumb slowly moved against Nicola’s hardened nipple. Pleasure shot through Nicola’s body each time Abagail’s thumb swiped across her. Abagail dropped a kiss onto the back of Nicola’s shoulder before sliding her leg around to capture one of Nicola’s and pull her thighs apart.

“You shouldn’t be so tempting in the mornings,” Abagail whispered.

The grin on Nicola’s lips increased tenfold. “Tempting? I’m pretty sure I could say the same about you.”

Abagail’s chuckle was low, deep, and way sexier than Nicola had anticipated. “Let me warm you up.”

“Always,” Nicola answered. Before she could even think to add another comment, Abagail’s fingers were deep inside her, heel of her palm against Nicola’s clit. The motions were slow at first, nothing meant to overheat her or get her to come in seconds. This was meant to be a slow, warming tease. “I love when your fingers are inside me.”

Nicola reached back, wrapping her arm around Abagail’s neck and arching her back to push against Abagail’s body. Abagail pulsed her fingers gently, teasing Nicola’s body and building her upward in a gentle pattern. Nicola moaned, biting her lip and grinding her hips down against Abagail’s hand.

Abagail’s teeth scraped against Nicola’s shoulder before planting another kiss on her. “I want you to come for me.”

“I will,” Nicola answered, wiggling her hips and sliding against Abagail as much as she could. She hadn’t expected early morning play, but she was going to take absolutely everything that she could get.

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