Page 67 of A Dream for Daphne

The minute the last dish was cleaned up, Abe threw the dish towel down and picked Daphne up to carry her to her room.

Not over the shoulder this time, but more like cradling a baby.

He would have expected her to not be as nervous, but he could tell she was.

Then she was embarrassed that she was nervous.

It took a lot of work on her, but he was up for it.

Because he’d never wanted something as much as he wanted this in his life.

“Is this going to be a thing with you?” she asked and put her arms around his neck.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Carrying me to bed.”

“Just trying to be gentlemanly,” he said.

“Tossing me over your shoulder like the last time rather than letting me walk to the bedroom?”

He smiled and looked down at the smirk on her face, his lips touching hers briefly. Her light brown hair grazing his arm. Her eyes simmering with arousal.

“Maybe I like picking you up so that you know I’m not weak. I was under the impression that you liked a hardworking man. One with muscles.”

He might have flexed his biceps some just now and knew she felt it.

“You’re so full of yourself,” she said, putting her lips to his. “But I like it. All of it.”

“Good,” he said, then dropped her on the bed so that she bounced and came up some.

She laughed, but he cut it off with his mouth on hers, crawling over her until he had her trapped in place.

Her arms went around his neck and they stayed like that making out as if it was Friday night under the lights and he was getting about all the action he could back then.

His hands slid under her shirt, then teased her nipples over her bra. They puckered up quickly. He loved how reactive she was to his touch.

She was lifting her hips against his, but he wasn’t going to move any faster than what he had planned.

He dipped a finger under the cotton material and flicked some at her hardened peak. She let out a squeal and he did it again.

“Stop squirming,” he said, as she wiggled around more than a puppy happy to see a new toy.

“I can’t,” she said. “Every time you touch me, it feels so good. I can’t help it.”

He leaned back, lifted her shirt, pulled it over her head, and then tossed it to the floor, her bra coming off next.

“Then I need to give you something to move around for,” he said.

He cupped her breasts, plumping them up. They weren’t big, but fit into his large hands perfectly.

His mouth landed on the rose-colored tip and he sucked as if it was the only nectar on this earth he ever wanted to have.

It wasn’t just her hips moving around, but her legs now too as if he were sheets she was trying to scissor her legs out of.

He moved to the other side, not wanting to be pushed off course.

When his teeth nipped her, the squeal that came out of her mouth was louder than any other sound she’d made before.

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