She was aware of Abe holding back her hair, of him using a wet cloth to wipe her mouth after she was done, but then the nausea rose again. By the time she was finally finished, she felt like she’d been hanging over the toilet for hours. “I want to shower and get into the most comfortable pj’s I have.”
Abe helped her to her feet, then up to the bedroom after a short detour to the kitchen to get some water down her. When he lifted his hands to undo her dress, she let him, but shook her head after the dress fell to the floor. “Alone, okay?”
“I’m leaving the door open.” Abe’s expression was dark. “So I can hear if you fall over.”
“I’m not feeling weak. In fact, I’m starving.” Her stomach rumbled on cue. “I want toast with peanut butter and jelly.”
“I can do that.” Abe kissed her forehead, then patted her ass in a distinctly possessive way. “Shower.”
Feeling far less icky after that pat, which said her lover wasn’t put off by what had happened, she took off her underwear and smiled down at her belly before stepping into a nice hot shower. When she finally got out and dried off, it was to discover Abe had dug up her yellow microfleece pajamas with the moon and stars on them.
Feeling hugged even though he wasn’t physically present in the room, she pulled on the pj’s, ran a comb through her hair, and was done. Especially since the scent of toast was hot and delicious in the air. Ravenous, she ran downstairs and into the kitchen and snatched the toast right out of Abe’s hand as he finished putting grape jelly on the peanut butter. Groaning at the first bite, she managed to wriggle onto a counter stool and waved at Abe to keep slathering the other slice with peanut butter.
He grinned and got on it. That was when she noticed he’d taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. She had a seriously hot rock star in her kitchen, making her peanut butter and jelly toast, and even though she’d just thrown up in front of him, he was giving her looks that said he liked what he saw.
A lot.
Sarah’s toes curled. As she finished the first piece of toast and reached for the next—after sipping from the glass of milk Abe had poured for her—she decided she was going to let him show her exactly how much he liked the view. Given the night thus far, her body and her hormones were clearly out of whack, but she didn’t care with arousal hot and damp between her thighs.
Second piece of toast finished, she drank the rest of the milk.
“More?” Abe asked, having munched on a piece himself while she demolished hers.
“You.”
ABE HAD BEEN DRINKING A GLASS OF WATER, almost dropped the glass at Sarah’s statement. Putting it down with extreme care, he gripped the counter. “You were just—”
“I’m fine now.” His wife began to unbutton her pajama top, her teeth sinking into the lush fullness of her lower lip.
Abe couldn’t take his eyes off the smooth richness of her skin as it was revealed inch by inch. Then she shrugged off the pajama top, exposing the full mounds of her breasts, her nipples deliciously tight, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut.
Jaw clenched, he said, “Sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
“I am so aroused right now, Abe. Please fuck me.”
That was it. Sarah never said things like “fuck.”
Going around the counter at light speed, he scooped her up in his arms and resolutely avoided her kiss while carrying her to the bedroom. If she kissed him, it was game over and he was damn well going to get her to a comfortable bed before he lost it. He dropped her gently on that bed short seconds later, came down over her.
Stroking his hands up her rib cage, he molded her breasts with his hands, sucked on her nipples. He was a little rough. Sarah moaned and twisted under him, her hands gripping at his shoulders. Brain hazed, Abe moved down her hot fucking body, pulling off her pj bottoms as he went. Spreading her thighs, he would’ve licked her, worshipped her, but she said, “Abe, please, please. Now.”
He gave up trying to get off his shirt. Undoing his belt, he managed to shove down his pants and underwear enough to release his cock, and then he was pushing up Sarah’s thighs and sinking into her.
Despite his own blazing arousal, he found the willpower to go slow, loath to hurt her, but she arched her back and pressed the heels of her feet into the backs of his thighs, urging him to go deeper, harder. “Sarah!” Releasing her thighs, he pressed his hands on either side of her head and bent down to kiss her.
Wet, deep, all tongue, it was sex with their mouths.
Wrapping her legs tightly around his hips when he came up for air, Sarah rocked up.