The knot in the back of her throat made her breath catch. She’d about screwed this whole thing up and told him she loved him. It’d been so long since she’d felt close to someone. As she looked down to see the moonlight sparkle against Sean’s face, she thought about the emptiness in her life. The gaping hole that had never been filled was starting to fade away. She’d never felt this close to anyone. Not Justin, not her father, not her mother. Not even Ron.
“Baby?” He smoothed back her still-wet hair. “You all right?”
Not wanting him to see how weak she really was, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck and sighed. The embrace he cradled her in was a gift greater than anything anyone had ever given her. A gift she’d never dared to ask for but secretly hoped for. “Sean?”
“Shh, baby.” As she sank onto his chest, his hips rose between her spread thighs. The broad head of his shaft nudged at her wet opening. She slowly pressed as he pushed, sheathing his girth with her body, making her feel so full. So complete.
“I…I…”
Sean smoothed the stands of hair over her shoulder. “I love you too, baby. Now, relax and let me make you feel good.”
He’d said it. He’d said the words she longed to hear and couldn’t find the courage to say. Abigail did just as her man wanted and let him possess her body with tenderness. Just as they’d made wild love earlier this morning, Sean took his time to worship every inch of her skin. With each kiss to her stomach or gentle stroke to her hip, the panic and fear ebbed away. His magic hands eased the tension she wasn’t aware she’d stored in every cell of her body. He stole the pain and the uncertainty and replaced them with passion and love.
“Roll against me,” he said as he cradled her backside to press her stomach and breasts against his long body. With each thrust, he filled her, tightening the coil that promised to explode. “You feel so good in my arms. Come here.” He tugged her closer, palming the back of her head to rest it against his chest, never hesitating or missing a single thrust. His body knew how to please her, and her heart finally found peace knowing that she could please him. She could accept his caring, his tenderness, and hold on to it like a precious stone.
With one thigh resting on his upturned hip, she wiggled and pushed her waist, trying to close every single inch between their writhing bodies.
“Come for me, baby,” Sean murmured against her ear. “I want you to come with me. Will you come with me?”
Abigail felt the tight coil in her stomach start to unwind as she ground her clit against his groin. “Yes! Yes, Sean, make me come.”
“God, Abigail! I always want to hear you say that. Come for me.” Sean rolled his hips, making just the right friction to release the tension in her body. Her muscles locked as the orgasm rocked her against his warm body. She vaguely heard his voice praising her as she felt her body float back to the mattress.
The slickness between her legs let her know he’d come too. He’d pulled out, leaving the evidence on her thighs.
“Lie back,” he said, and she scooted up on the mattress to lean back on his pillow. When he crawled over to his duffel bag, she couldn’t help but admire the tight ass staring back at her. “Stop checking out my ass, Abigail.”
She snickered and gave one tight globe a shove with her foot. “I can’t help it.”
“Here.” He wiped the semen from her thighs with a T-shirt he’d grabbed from the bag. “Open your legs.” She should’ve been embarrassed but couldn’t find the energy to feel any shame. She was so exhausted she let her legs fall to the sides while he gently cleaned her pussy.
“Abigail?”
“Hmm?” She rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes, letting the postorgasm euphoria lull her.
“If I had a respectable job, I mean, like I could…” he said and turned to toss the T-shirt in the corner of the tent. “I mean, if I could have a job that would support a… Shit, what I was wondering…”
Abigail rolled onto her side and searched to grab the hand closest to her. Whatever he was trying to say made her nervous. “Hold me.”
He stretched out onto his back, letting her drape an arm and leg over his body. The feel of his warm skin under her palm made her shiver. She pressed her hand over the thud of his heart. It was beating too fast.
“Sean?”
His strong arm cradled her, stroking the tension from the tight muscles in her back. “I want to apply for the accounting job at Fantasy Emporium.”
“You do?” She didn’t want to sound too eager, but the urge to hop up and do a little dance was almost too much to handle. “I’d like that. I need you. I mean, the business needs your expertise.”