Page 10 of Hook, Line and Mystery

He dragged his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and Abby’s moan became a sigh as she softened and allowed him access. His hand came up and tangled in her hair, angling her head just where he wanted it. His tongue surged in, finding and stroking her tongue, tangling and dancing with it.

CHAPTER6

ABBY

Abby leaned into Kit’s touch, the kiss between them morphing from tender to non-existent before flaring into a pitched battle as their tongues dueled for supremacy and back to tenderness again—a lingering kiss that radiated more than just desire between them. She couldn’t believe she was here with him in his comfortable and lovely home curled up on the couch in front of the fire.

He groaned and pulled away. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? I’m not.”

She could hear the seconds tick by on his grandfather clock, her heart racing as she waited for him to decide. She’d gone after him the first time he retreated; this time he’d need to rekindle whatever this was between them.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and became an almost feral grin as he said, “Someday when I’ve left my underwear on the floor or forgotten to put the toilet seat down, I’m going to remind you of that.”

Kit stood, leaned down, and swung her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest as he walked toward the bed at the far end of the room. It was positioned so that each morning he would wake up with an incredible view of the sea. She worried about him hurting himself—she wasn’t a petite little thing, but he carried her as if her weight and size were nothing to him.

Her heart raced as he expertly took her to the bed, set her down, and removed her dress and shoes, leaving her in nothing other than her lingerie. Abby was grateful that she’d listened to that little voice within that had told her to pack something lacy and sexy; and even happier that she’d opted to put them on before going to the dance.

Taking a shaky breath, she reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, drawing it over his head as her eyes raked over his form, admiring the way his muscles bulged, wanting to be able to explore him with her fingers, lips, and tongue. His fingers released their hold on her hair, freeing it so that it spilled all around her in waves of tawny tresses with streaks of lighter blonde and darker chestnut.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice tinged with reverence and rough with emotion as if he’d just unwrapped his favorite present.

She wasn’t sure how to respond; butterflies had taken flight in her belly. She couldn’t resist reaching up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. He pulled her body flush against his, his hands sliding down her spine, cupping her bottom possessively.

There were no lamps turned on beside the bed. The only light that carried to this side of his cottage was the hanging light over the entry and the fire—each cast shadows across his defined chest and abs. She took a moment to appreciate every inch of him and tried hard not to drool. He’d called her ‘gorgeous.’ Gorgeous didn’t even begin to cover what he was.

His touch was tender but not tentative, sending delicious tingles down her spine. She bit her lip gently, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers traced patterns on her skin. She could smell the saltwater on him, mixed with his unique scent—both familiar and foreign—exciting her in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Abby brought her hand up to trace the nautical compass adorning his ribcage. She knew it had to be important to him as she knew the ribcage was one of the more painful places to have a tattoo inked. His lips met hers again, harder this time, his tongue diving into her mouth, sharing his warmth. She felt his teeth graze her bottom lip, and she shivered in pleasured response. Their kisses were hot, hungry, and full of promise.

They fell onto the bed together, their bodies pressing against each other, his hands exploring her curves. Everywhere he touched ignited a fire within her, spreading warmth throughout her body. She caught her breath as she felt his hand brush against her silk-covered breast, causing goosebumps to rise.

“Kit,” she moaned into his mouth, their tongues dancing faster.

He pulled back, looking into her eyes, panting heavily. “I want you, Abby. More than I ever thought possible.”

She nodded, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She couldn’t find the words to express her desire for him.

Unhooking her bra with practiced ease, he tossed it to the side, allowing her breasts to spill free, round and rosy in the low light. His lips found one of her nipples, sucking gently at first before nipping it. She arched her back, crying out softly as she pressed her breast deeper into his mouth.

As he tongued, sucked and nipped her pebbled tip, Abby grasped his biceps to steady herself, reveling in the strength she could feel beneath his skin. His arms came up to support her and she allowed herself to trace the contours of his body, exploring him in a far less intimate way than she would have liked. His skin quivered where she touched and he pulled her closer, letting her feel his hard cock throbbing behind his fly.

Abby’s nerve deserted her as she realized how much she wanted him, and despite ample evidence to the contrary, she feared he might reject her. She thought she was attractive—maybe carrying a few more pounds than a model, but then, she liked cheeseburgers—but Kit looked like he’d stepped off the pages of a magazine cover. That realization made her drop the façade and look up at him with raw vulnerability in her eyes.

“I want this,” she whispered, her voice laced with longing. “I want you.”

He smiled gently, reaching up to tuck a lock of her tousled mane behind her ear. “It’s been a long time since I was with anybody, but at my last physical my doctor said I was free of anything you could catch.”

She laughed. She probably shouldn’t have, but it was such an ordinary thing to say, and she hadn’t even thought about it.

“Me, too, and I’ve been on birth control pills since I was a teen.”

In that moment, the last of Kit’s restraint seemed to shatter like glass as he brought his mouth down on hers with a fiery passion. Their tongues intertwined, tangling in need and desire, further exploring each other’s mouths with a frenzied hunger. Kit’s hands roamed over Abby’s warm skin, tracing the curves of her body as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together and grinding in a sensual rhythm.

He leaned over to capture her lips, reviving the intensity of their emotions and physical touches that had consumed them earlier. Kit removed the rest of her clothing before standing up and shucking off his jeans and briefs. The air was thick with anticipation as Kit rejoined her on the bed, their bodies entwined, skin against skin, igniting a burning need within them both.

Kit’s hands explored every inch of Abby’s body, leaving a trail that seemed to sizzle and spark in its wake. He focused again on her overly sensitized nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Fingers trailed down to trace the delicate curve of her waist before venturing lower, down to her wet pussy, his cock throbbing with eager expectation.

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