Waking the Beast(35)
He turned on his side, so they could lie face to face. “What did you know?”
“That no fantasy compared to the flesh and blood man. That no emotion compared to the love I feel inside just looking at you.” She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you, Tah. All of you. Even the parts that scare you.”
“I love you, Abby. And whatever is in here,” he placed his palm against his bare chest. “It loves you too. You seem to be the only thing we agree on.”
“What is it that scares you, Tah?”
“Other than the whole prospect of shifting into an animal?” he asked sarcastically, then sighed. “Sorry. That wasn’t fair.”
“Tah, I may understand the possibility, but it isn’t happening inside me. I can only watch you. And I’m scared.”
“I’d never hurt you. I swear.”
“I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid for you. If I could fix this, I would. I did this to you.”
“How did you do this to me?”
“If I hadn’t kept searching and looking, then no one would have been the wiser. I’m the one who couldn’t let it go, who kept searching until I found you. Then I couldn’t stay away.”
“I’m glad you couldn’t stay away.”
“But if not for me, you’d still be in that bar. And none of this would be happening.”
“Which means I wouldn’t be lying here with the woman I love tucked beside me. I’ll take the unknown over the past any day as long as I have you.”#p#分页标题#e#
“What can I do to help you, Tah? How do I help you?”
He pulled her tighter and buried his face in her hair. “Just love me, Abby. No matter what comes at us. Just love me.”
“Always.” It was a promise she knew she’d keep.
She lay awake long after Tah finally fell asleep. She had too many things on her mind. Memories of her parents. Would she ever get the answers to what had really happened that day? Harlan was the only one who knew for sure, but his story of the lion going crazy and attacking her wasn’t true. The lion hadn’t been attacking her. So how was she to believe Harlan’s tale of how it killed her parents?
And Professor Mueller… How did she forgive herself for pulling him into this? Had Harlan killed him? If he’d followed her in Africa, then he would know how close she’d become to the Professor and his daughter.
Oh, God! Was Jess safe? Was she already at the cabin? Or was Harlan even now hunting her down to get to Abby? What had she done?
She looked down at Tah, brushing his hair softly from his forehead. What would she do if anything happened to him? She’d survived the loss of so much already in her life, but she didn’t think she’d survive losing him. God, please don’t let her lose him.
She lay awake, finding comfort in the simple act of watching him breathe. He was so warm, like a big electric blanket warding off the night chill. So strong and powerful. She was blown away that he loved her.
It startled her a bit when his eyes just popped open. Brown with a swirl of yellow around the pupil.
“You’re awake,” she whispered.
“I need you.” He moved against her, and she felt the brush of his arousal.
“I’m right here,” she whispered.
It took some maneuvering, but they managed to strip without leaving the sleeping bag. Tah rolled her over and used his knees to spread her legs wide. One hand dipped down between her thighs, touching just the way she needed him to, while his mouth claimed hers in a heated kiss that caused more liquid to spill and coat his fingers.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned as he slid his lips over her jaw and up to nip at her earlobe. “So tight and hot. I can’t get enough of you, Abby. I want you all the time. Always.”
She moaned and arched up into his touch, rubbing her nipples against his chest as she rode his fingers.
“I want you too, Tah,” she promised, slipping her hand down to curl around his cock. “Now. Take me now.”
She heard the deep rumble of his sexy purr just before he moved his hand, wrapping it around hers where she griped him. Together, they rubbed him along the seam of her sex before pressing the head against her opening.
“Yours, Tah,” she swore. “I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he growled, his teeth flashing, as he thrust deep.
“Yes,” she agreed, trying to muffle her cries against his chest as he moved inside her.
“Feel me,” he crooned. “Feel me, Abby.”
“Yes,” she cried out again. All she could do was feel him. Then his earlier comment tickled her memory.