See Me .(60)

He scratched his head. The one pillow he owned was tucked against the prettiest face on the planet. His one blanket covered up the most luscious body he’d ever seen, and the tiny twin-size bed held all three of them. The small bed was okay for just him—hell it’d been given to him for free, and free was just what he could afford at the time—but with the addition of a beautiful, curvy woman and one sprawled-out mutt, the sleeping arrangements had become a little tight.

When he shifted to pull his leg out, Penelope stretched and yawned. Her mistress did the same, making Sean smile. Abigail rolled over and curled against his chest. The thin fabric of his T-shirt stretched over a pair of luscious tits. The morning wood in his boxer briefs had nothing to do with the morning. He wanted to let her sleep as long as possible, but damn if he didn’t want to suck on those hard nipples. It took everything in him not to reach out and slip his thumb over one tight nub. He was a man, for Christ’s sake, and she’d slithered those soft curves against him all night. She had no idea that he’d woken up every hour to smooth skin skimming along his legs or a little hand resting on his chest.

Sean gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“Me too,” Abigail whispered back.

“I thought you were still asleep.” She slid her finger over his flat nipple, sending a zing straight to his dick. “Hey, that tickles.”

“Sorry,” she said and tried to pull away before he grabbed her hand and tucked it against his chest.

Yesterday seemed to last forever. Eleven thirty last night had crept up on them before he could convince her to lie down and rest. They’d spent the evening talking, in between rounds in the bathroom. He’d held her hair while she retched over the toilet, nothing coming up over and over as she had several panic attacks. God, he just wanted to take it all away, to erase her past and give her the life she deserved.

She’d told him about the three years of hell she endured while stuck in a volatile marriage. He knew how to keep secrets, and she’d been keeping this darkness locked inside for a long time. Every time she mentioned her ex’s name, they’d take another trip to the bathroom for her to throw up. Finally, around ten, he was able to get her to eat some toast, and by eleven thirty, he tucked her and Penelope in his small bed. When she pleaded for him to stay, he’d looked down at the bed and scooted on his side at the very edge to give her the mattress. They’d both had a restless night.

When he felt her drift her soft thigh over his hip, nudging his dick, he became very aware of his morning hard-on. “You better be careful. It’s ready to go off the way it is, and if you knock it around too much, it’s going to get that pretty leg of yours all wet,” he said, pulling on the underside of her knee so he could rub against her.

“Oh yeah? What if I’m already all wet?” she teased, rolling onto her back, tugging him with her.

A thud made Sean look over his shoulder. Penelope had leaped off the bed. Good thing, he thought. He planned on rocking this bed so hard she would’ve fallen off anyway. “Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you. Open up for me, baby. I have to get these panties off before my dick explodes.”

“Sean!” she squealed when he tugged on the hem of her underwear and stripped the soft material over her legs. He wanted to see everything, not allowing her to hide her body any longer. If she was going to be his, he needed it all.

“Take your shirt off,” he said. Within two seconds, he had her stripped naked and nestled under his body.

God, he wanted to go slow, make this okay for her. His dick had other plans. When he nudged her body into the mattress, she didn’t resist. Instead, her soft curves cradled his much bigger form. Sean knew this had to be right. Fuck, it felt like heaven, and this was going to be his only shot at it after what he’d done. Sinners didn’t get a key to the pearly gates.

He couldn’t wait to sink inside her warm heat. The thunder in his chest made his heart hurt, but he didn’t care. He twisted and turned to yank the underwear down his legs. His cock bobbed free, then slapped against his tight stomach.

Abigail laughed. “You’re like a kid in a candy store.”

Sean leaned down, holding the bulk of his weight on his elbows. “You’re just—damn. I can’t wait, Abigail. I just can’t wait to—” He dipped his head to swipe his lips across her mouth. The little mewl that leaked between her lips made his cock twitch. His brain wanted to crawl inside her heart as much as his cock wanted to slide in and out of her pussy. The pink tip of her tongue peeked out, and he took advantage of the unconscious invitation. He licked back, teasing, coaxing the temptress who was snuggled underneath him safe and warm. “Please, baby, let me in.”