Page 32 of Immortal By Morning
That seemed to startle her. “You don’t know what making out is?”
“I do not know whatyouconsider to be making out,” he corrected. She had eased his worries with the termmaking out. While it had been millennia since he’d bothered with such things, he did have younger siblings still interested and engaging in dating and such, so he was familiar with the term. But even amongst those siblings it meant different things. “For my youngest sister making out is just kissing and holding.”
Raising his hand, he let one finger glide down her arm and felt her pleasure as it shimmied through her, through them both really. Moving the one step necessary so that no space separated them, and her nipples were brushing against his chest through her top, he added, “But for my youngest brother, her twin, it is kissing.” He bent to place a kiss just below her ear and heard her sharp intake of breath as he felt a shaft of the excitement she experienced race through his own body.
“Licking,” he said next, and licked then began tosuckle at her neck, just managing to keep himself from biting her too.
“Caressing.” His voice was a hungry growl against her throat as he let his hand move to close over her breast and knead gently.
“Oh God,” Abril breathed, arching into the caress.
Crispin had started this with the intention of going through a long list of the things he wanted to do with her. Everything up to, but not including, penetration, which was his brother’s idea of making out. He should have known better than to think he could manage that though. Crispin was already struggling with wave after growing wave of passion as they poured over him. He was fighting desperately not to rip her clothes off and drag her to the floor with him.
Thinking of the floor made him realize they were in the laundry room which had a hard tile floor. If they fainted and fell here—
Pulling his mouth away from her neck, he released her breast to take her hand instead and turned to head out of the laundry room, pulling her with him.
“What’s happening? Where are we going?” Abril asked with confusion as he tugged her up the hall toward the living room.
“What is happening is that we are going to make out in the comfort of your bedroom rather than on the cold floor of the laundry room,” he growled.
Abril didn’t protest his plan. She let him pull her through the living room into her bedroom and close the door before Lilith could follow. It was when he then turned to take her into his arms, that she put her hands up again and backed up. “No sex?”
“No penetration,” he corrected. “Anything and everything you want, but no penetration.”
Abril’s eyes widened, and she swallowed thickly, then demanded, “Promise me you won’t get caught up in this and end up taking it too far. I’m not on birth control. I do not want to get pregnant. Promise me.”
“I promise,” he growled and was on her before she’d even fully lowered her hands. Abril did not protest. When his mouth covered hers and urged it open, her lips parted at once and she welcomed his tongue with her own.
He kissed her so thoroughly they were both moaning within moments. As caught up as he was in the kiss, he wanted more, and Crispin quickly undid her jeans, then pushed them off over her hips. Abril gasped into his mouth as they dropped to pool around her ankles, then gasped again when he caught her by the waist to lift her out of them and carried her to the bed. He never stopped kissing her, but came down on her even as he lowered her to the bed. Abril kissed him back, her legs wrapping around his waist and that was when she froze, panic eradicating the passion that had been flowing between them just a second earlier.
Crispin didn’t have to ask why. He’d lost his towel at some point between the door and the bed, and his uncovered erection was now pressing against her, knocking at the door so to speak.
Breaking their kiss, Crispin muttered, “Sorry,” then untangled her legs from around him and shifted to the side so that his erection pressed against her much safer outer leg. When she lay still, uncertainty coming off her in waves, Crispin pushed her T-shirt andbra up and out of the way to have at her breasts. It was an attempt to distract her, and reassure her at the same time, and seemed to work. She began to gasp and moan again, her back arching, pushing her breasts upward in offering.
Crispin accepted the offer, his mouth closing over one nipple to lathe and suckle, then moving to the other to do the same. Abril was clutching at his shoulders, her head twisting, and legs shifting restlessly. But he wanted the wild passion they’d had in the pool. To accomplish that, he nearly slid his hand between her legs to touch and caress her, but then decided he wanted to taste the juices he made flow instead. Abril muttered a breathless protest when he gave off playing with her breasts, and then stilled as he slithered down her body until he could get off the bed and stand beside it. Catching her by the ankles then, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees on the carpet. Abril was completely silent and still. He didn’t even think she was breathing as she watched him adjust her to his satisfaction. Once he had her right where he wanted her with her bottom half off the bed, her knees on either side of him, legs spread wide leaving her open to his attention, he bent his head to give her that attention. Abril cursed and bucked wildly, but he simply held her thighs open and in place as he devoured her.
Crispin would have liked to explore and lick every inch of skin on her body, but knew he wouldn’t have got far before passion had overwhelmed them both. So, he’d hoped by going right to the glory, he’d at least get to explore her there thoroughly. Sadly, that was not to be, however. He was barely able to taste her before he felt the orgasm taunting him on the edges of hisawareness. Helpless not to claim it, he plunged a finger into Abril even as he continued working her with his tongue, then cried out with her as passion overwhelmed both of them and pulled them into darkness.
Abril was still asleep when Crispin woke up. He’d shifted in his sleep so that he was now curled up on the floor at her feet rather than slumped with his head between her thighs. Probably a good thing, he decided. Otherwise, he might have just started in licking and kissing her nether regions once more and ended up unconscious again. While the thought was tempting, the idea of kissing and licking his way across every inch of her body before sinking himself into her and driving them both toward orgasm still had a hold of his mind. But there was only one way he could do that.
Getting silently to his feet, Crispin took a moment to gently shift Abril so that she lay properly in bed. He then fetched a throw from the living room, and settled it lightly over her before shutting off the bedroom light and leaving the room.
Lilith was nowhere to be seen. Guessing she was in the kitchen with Roberts, he glanced at the clock in the living room to see that they hadn’t been out long. He still had time before he had to replace Roberts... and he intended to enjoy every minute of it. He just had to grab his pants from the dryer, and decide which guest room he was going to use.
Thirteen
Abril was in her office when Crispin found her. His intention when he started looking for her was to find her, kiss her, and seduce her. Her being on the phone when he entered the room, however, put paid to that plan.
For a moment, he simply stood there in the doorway looking her over. While she’d been wearing jeans earlier, in the dream she was now dressed for business in a blouse and skirt. She looked very professional... sexy professional to his mind. When she didn’t hang up to greet him, Crispin realized that this wasn’t going to be a quick phone call. He gave up his position by the door and walked over to sit on the couch across from her desk to wait. Abril didn’t even seem to notice his presence. Her entire attention was on the phone call she was participating in. Crispin hadn’t originally intended to listen in on the conversation. He was a big believer in privacy. However, the anxiety and stressand plain unhappiness in her voice soon caught his attention and had him listening closely.
“But I can help you,” Abril said, sounding almost desperate. “You don’t have to marry him. They can’t make you. I can come get you and take you away. You can live with me.”
A moment passed where Crispin could barely hear someone speaking on the other end of the phone, but not well enough to understand what they were saying, then Abril cried, “No! Please, Mary. I can help you. Let me help you. You are too smart to throw your life away like this. Please let me help you.”
This time when Abril fell silent there was no faint speech coming from the other end. Instead, he could hear the loud buzz of the dial tone. Whoever she had been talking to had hung up.
Crispin waited several minutes, but when tears began to slide silently down Abril’s cheeks, he stood, took the phone from her hand, and ended the call from her end as well. He then knelt beside her, took her hands in his, and asked, “What happened?”
