Page 11 of Hook, Line and Mystery

Kit’s touch sent a jolt of electricity through Abby’s body, causing her to arch her back and moan against his lips. Her arousal was undeniable, and it had been a long time. Kit seemed to revel in their connection as much as she did. Positioning himself between her thighs, his bulging cock pulsated as he stroked it with one hand and parted her slick folds with the other.

Abby gasped as Kit’s skilled fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive bud with deliberate strokes. Pleasure built within her, spiraling higher and higher as his fingers teased unmercifully. She writhed beneath him, desperate for more, for that final release that only he could give her. Unable to deny her any longer, Kit thrust two fingers deep inside Abby, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. His thumb continued to rub circles over her clit, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. She clenched around his fingers, yearning for the ecstasy that was just out of reach.

With a wicked grin, Kit continued to finger Abby, leaning on his other hand so he was poised over her and could watch the raw emotions flickering over her face, his stroking becoming faster and more intense. Her walls tightened around his fingers and her body trembled with her impending climax.

“Come for me, Abby,” he whispered seductively. He watched her as she lost control, completely consumed by pleasure.

She wanted to deny him to keep some semblance of control, but it was lost to her. Kit’s lips curled into a predatory smile as he leaned down, capturing one of Abby’s nipples between his teeth, nipping and sucking on it gently. His fingers never ceased their relentless assault on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. In a moment of complete abandon, Kit withdrew his fingers, sucking them into his mouth and licking her honey from them.

“Please,” Abby begged, her voice husky with desire. “I need you inside me.”

Without another word, Kit lowered himself, settling between her thighs as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His cock hovered at the entrance to Abby’s core. Locking his eyes with hers, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air, he slowly pushed into her, inch by tantalizing inch. He appeared to anticipate her bucking her hips up to impale herself on his cock. He held her steady in his hands until he had filled her completely. He drew back just as slowly and then with a deliberate, hard thrust, he entered her, driving to the end of her sheath. Her eyes widened with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she adjusted to his size. Abby gasped, her body arching off the bed as she welcomed him with open arms.

The sensation was overwhelming. She could see he felt it, too, as he groaned, savoring the tightness that enveloped him as he began to move within her. Over and over, he drew back only to thrust in again, igniting a passion within them both, building the tension between them to unbearable heights. Kit’s hands roamed over Abby’s body, grasping her hips as he pounded into her.

She was close, but so was he. She could feel his cock swell and begin to twitch as he used his thumb, pressing it hard against her clit in rhythmic circles until she cried out his name, her pussy clamping down on him as her orgasm washed over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging her climax. The sound of her pleasure ignited Kit’s own release, and with a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his warmth.

He pressed her into the mattress. Abby loved the way she felt surrounded by him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. He seemed reluctant to break the connection between them. He rolled from her but pulled her with him, so she was on her side with her head on his shoulder as he lay on his back.

For the rest of the night, they alternated between sleeping in one another’s arms and making intense and passionate love, their moans echoing throughout his cottage. As the night wore on, they grew more adventurous, exploring each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, finding new sensual delights with every touch. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs and groans and soft skin that played in a fiery melody, that burned long into the early morning hours.

They fell asleep entwined in his bed, their bodies finally sated from the night’s passion. Shortly before dawn, Kit drove her back to the lighthouse, explaining he had things to do that couldn’t wait. He walked her to her room, opened the door, and gave her a lingering kiss.

“I wish I could…”

She laid her finger across his lips. “I get it. Neither of us planned last night. I’m going to grab a shower and crawl into bed. Then I’m going to start trying to outline the book that’s running around in my head.”

He nodded. “I’ll pick you up for dinner.”

“You don’t have to…”

He shook his head. “Don’t go there, Abby. This isn’t me trying to back away. This is me trying to be respectful of your career and why you came to Badger’s Drift in the first place. This is me trying to honor commitments I already had planned with people who made time for me in their schedules. Trust me, I would have much preferred to have kept you in my bed.” He kissed her, a brief, hard kiss that answered any remaining questions she might have had. “Got it?”

“Got it. See you for dinner.”

He turned and started to walk down the hall, before spinning on his heel, returning to her, and kissing her again. He backed away, shaking his head before he turned again and headed to the lobby and out the front door, grumbling “dinner” under his breath. “Dinner.”

DeeDee walked down the hallway and grinned at her. “I take it you have dinner plans.”

Abby chuckled. “Apparently so.”

She closed the door, stripped out of her clothes, skipped the shower for now, and fell into bed—her body exhausted but anticipating the night ahead.

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KIT

God, he hated leaving her. The last thing he’d wanted was to return her to the Lighthouse B&B and then work like nothing had happened. But it had happened, and try as he might to feel bad about it, he couldn’t. Being with Abby had freed something inside him that had been dormant for a long time. He wanted to explore and embrace not just Abby, but his life and the life they perhaps could have together.

He’d told her he had plans, and he did. One of them was meeting this morning with Clara’s uncle, Joe Maddox. Pushing his thoughts of Abby aside, Kit’s gaze remained anchored to the steaming mug before him. As it usually did, The Anchored Bean Café enveloped him in a cocoon of nostalgic warmth, the soft murmur of conversations an ambient lullaby to his exhausted body and mind. But it was a good exhaustion—one he wanted to savor and explore again and again. Across from him, Joe sat down and leaned forward, his hands wrapped around his own mug, the steam curling up between them like wraiths of unspoken truths.

“Did you have a chance to go by some of the traps?” asked Kit.

“I did. I also had a chance to talk to some of the fishermen. It’s bad, Kit. You know Badger’s Drift, like everywhere else in Maine… there’s always been poaching, but not like this—not on such a wide scale. Why doesn’t Marine Patrol step in?”

“And do what? Nobody knows who’s behind it. There’s no evidence; hell, there aren’t even any good theories on who might be doing it.”

“But you said you’re seeing drops in the lobster population—more than there should be.”

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