Abigail fingered the smooth skin covering his chest. “How did you get this one?” She ran her fingertip along a small scar crossing his collarbone. They weren’t so different. If I can accept his, maybe he can accept mine.
“Some fighters cheat. They put sharp things between their knuckles.”
“Oh my God. That’s dangerous.”
He laughed as he rolled off her body. As soon as his heat left, she wanted to curl up on her side and hide. The euphoria of his lust was gone. Would he regret what they’d done?
“It’s dangerous. I almost lost my right eye once.”
“Did you hit the guy back?”
He stood up and started toward the door. Panic struck her, and she fumbled to grab for the blanket to cover up.
“Hell, yes, I hit him back. What are you doing?”
“Huh?” She’d managed to get halfway under the blanket.
“Come on, let’s take a shower. You need to get to the shoot, and I’m going to hit the bookstore.”
“The shower… You go on ahead. I’ll clean up the breakfast stuff first.”
He stood and watched her as if he wanted to say more. “I can do that. You know it’s okay for me to see you naked. I hope you know that. No matter what…it’s okay.”
Abigail didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t okay for him to see her naked. He just didn’t know that. “I know, silly bird. I just want to get things straightened up. You go on ahead.” Her heart ached to stand under the warm spray with him, let him wash her back and trail kisses down her spine.
“Suit yourself.” He started out the door. “Stop checking out my ass, Abigail.”
She threw a pillow in his direction. “You’re naked! I have to!”
She heard the water from the shower, then his voice as he talked to her dog. The damn mutt went into the bathroom with him! She tugged on a pair of sweatpants, then overheard something about going for a walk tomorrow and new treats. She went into the kitchen to clean up the wonderful breakfast Sean had made. The smile that lit her face had nothing to do with the plates she started to load into the dishwasher.
SEAN TOWELED HIS wet head. “You know, Penelope, that woman is amazing.” He wiped the steam from the small oval mirror and looked down at the Corgi lying on her side. The dog made him laugh. She always looked like she was smiling up at him. “But you probably already know that.
“Yes, I know, I have to be careful. She’s my boss, and I’m a performer. But, damn, I would throw away school for one more chance to sink into that heat.” The dog tilted her head. “I know she’s your mom and all. I shouldn’t say that about her in front of you, but damn, girl. She’s fine as silk.”
He scrubbed his legs, dragging the towel up to dry his balls. “I could do this all day—be with her.”
He’d jumped out of bed after they’d made love. He felt like a million bucks, like he could run ten miles and not break a sweat. He always did have energy. When he was little, his mom used to yell at him because he couldn’t sit down long enough for her to think. The only time he could recall really being still was when he was sitting on the cold folding chair at his mother’s funeral. But Abigail made his heart thud harder than it ever had before.
He scrubbed the back of his head with the towel, willing the memory to get out. “I’ll be back tonight. I know it’s to do the books, but maybe we can talk. You know? Really talk. I feel like I can just be with her. She doesn’t want anything from me that I don’t want to give. She sees me, not just the muscle or the sex.”
The thought made him want to turn the clock forward, to wish the afternoon away so he could get back to her faster. He hoped the sex was good for her. She’d come all over his dick. Damn, it was amazing to feel her pussy gripping his cock. It was what did him in. There was no way he could hold back. Her bare, sweet cunt forced his dick to explode. And he loved it.
He looked down at his waist. The proud column of flesh jutted up to his belly button. He couldn’t help but smile. The damn thing had brought her pleasure. At this moment, the thing was more hers than his. And that was fine by him.
“Okay, girl, I have to get going.” He opened the medicine cabinet and squirted a line of mint toothpaste on his finger. After scrubbing his teeth and rinsing, he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door.
Abigail was standing by the couch in the small living room, folding a pair of socks. “It’s about time. You kidnapped my dog!” She grabbed a pair of blue panties from the wicker basket. “Are you okay, baby girl? Was he mean to you?”