It was over five minutes later—according to her cute little bedside clock with its old-fashioned bells atop a round face—that he pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck and said, “Morning, beautiful.”
That teenage girl, she just melted. Sarah the adult attempted to stay firm, but it was near impossible with Abe sounding so lazy and drowsy. Maybe—a sudden stab of worry—he didn’t even know who it was he was snuggling.
“Sarah.” He rubbed his bristly chin against her shoulder at the same time that he ran his hand down the curve of her waist and over her hip. “God, you’re sexy in the morning.”
She laughed because a smooth operator, Abe wasn’t. “And you’re clearly in the mood for something.” His erection felt like hot stone against her back.
He nibbled on her shoulder at the same time that he cupped her between the legs. That quickly, her laughter turned into a moan. He knew her far too well; he used his fingers to play lazily with her clit until she moved restlessly and parted her thighs in a silent invitation. Taking it, he lifted her thigh higher and entered her from behind in a slow, deep slide that made a throaty moan emerge from her mouth.
Pushing home, Abe gripped her hip and nuzzled at her as he moved in tiny increments, less thrusting than rocking.
A thousand emotions twisted around and inside her, building and building. Somehow this lazy morning intimacy felt far more powerful than the wild passion of the previous day. Maybe because he was holding her, maybe because…
Sarah didn’t have the words or the thoughts for it. She just knew she’d shatter if he didn’t… do something.
“What do you want?” It was an erotic question in her ear, but even as he spoke, he was touching her again, using one big finger to stroke her clit exactly the way she liked. Then he began kissing her throat.
Pleasure broke through her in small, pulsing explosions. Like little fireworks going off inside her. When Abe rolled her over onto her front without breaking their intimate connection, she went, let him cover her, his hands sliding under her body to cup her breasts while he moved lazily in and out of her.
He was still so hard, and in this new position, his cock hit places inside her that tore new moans from her already pleasure-drunk body. When he said, “One more time, sweetheart,” she tried to shake her head, but it felt too heavy, her veins filled with sweet sugar syrup rather than blood.
Abe moved one hand from her breast down to play teasingly at her navel, going an inch lower with every brush until she was holding her breath in anticipation of a more intimate touch. Then he did it, and with his hand so tightly pressed under her body, the pressure on the blood-flushed button of her clit sent an erotic shock through her entire body.
“Again,” he murmured at her whimper, kissing her throat at the same time that he pressed down almost too hard on her clit. But Abe knew her body, knew how to stay on the right side of the line.
Bucking up in shocked pleasure, she clamped down hard on him with her inner muscles at the same time. He groaned, shoved deep, pulled out and thrust back in, in a rough pounding that had her clawing at the sheets as her body spasmed again and again. Then he was pulsing inside her, hot and wet.
He collapsed on her afterward, his breath that of a runner who’d just sprinted to the end of his endurance. His muscles quivered against her—and oh, she loved that she’d done that to him—but he still managed to brace himself on one arm only seconds later so that he wasn’t crushing her.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I hate being a big bastard at times like this.”
Sarah’s own breathing wasn’t exactly steady when she said, “I can take a little more.” Yes, he was a big, muscled weight, but she liked feeling him all over her.
Taking her at her word, Abe lowered himself until she felt deliciously crushed, surrounded by his scent, enveloped in the wild heat of him. He brushed her hair off her face, kissed her cheek. The sweet, unexpected caress made her toes curl. “Morning.”
She smiled in a way she knew was silly and happy. “Good morning.”
Stroking his hand down her side, Abe cupped her breast with lazy possessiveness. “What do you have planned for today?” Another sweet kiss.
“Nothing major.” She couldn’t stop smiling. “I thought maybe I’d read or bake.” Normal, ordinary things that she cherished. “And Flossie and I usually go for a more fun walk on Sundays.”
“Can I eat your baking?” Abe nuzzled her.
She turned her head to smile up at him. “Yes, but I might put you to work as my assistant.”
“Bring it on.”
ABE SAT CLEAN AND SHOWERED in Sarah’s kitchen. Since he had no fresh clothes at her place, he was just wearing a towel, while she’d pulled on a large T-shirt and panties as well as fluffy socks. “The tile floor on this side of the kitchen is too cold,” she said to him when he teased her about the pink socks.