He lifted one of her legs and nipped at her toes. Then he nibbled a trail up her leg to her thigh. “You smell good.”
He kissed her swollen and aching folds. “You taste good.”
She whimpered as his tongue gently teased her clitoris.
He glanced up and his smile flashed white in the dark. “You can scream all you want here.” He dove between her legs, and soon, she did scream.
“Gregori,” she panted, reaching for him.
He stretched out over her, then eased his penis just inside. She gasped at the size. And hardness.
Slowly he stretched her out and filled her up.
“Oh God.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
He rested his brow against hers. “You’re the one, Abby. You’re mine.”
He pulled slowly out, then pushed back in. Again and again. Faster and harder.
He kissed her hard. “You wanted a warning. I’m about to come.”
She laughed. “I love you.” Her heart expanded till she thought it would burst. So much joy. So much love. And a trace of fear.
For she now believed in the impossible.
Chapter Twenty-one
“I’m still not happy about this trip of yours,” Belinda said the next evening.
“I’ll be fine, Mom,” Abigail assured her. “I should be away for only a few days.”
Madison perched on the end of the hospital bed in their mother’s private room. “It sounds exciting to me. Like super spy stuff with superheroes. I wish I could go.”
“We’ll be camping inside caves,” Abigail muttered.
“You won’t have a bathroom?” Madison’s eyes widened in horror. “Or a television? How on earth will you survive?”
“I’ll be fine.” Abigail rolled her eyes over to their mom.
Madison looked confused for a second, then nodded enthusiastically. “Oh! That’s right. She’ll be perfectly fine, Mom. I’ll TiVo all the good shows for her. And the Chinese will never catch her.”
Belinda groaned and pressed a hand to her mouth.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Dad patted his wife’s shoulder. “Abby will be with the most powerful guards on the planet. And Gregori promised to keep her safe.”
“Where is this Gregori?” Belinda motioned to the window. “It went dark an hour ago.”
“I’m sure he’ll call soon,” Abigail said, even though she was wondering the same thing.
After a few hours of lovemaking at his condo, he’d teleported her back to the lab so she could put her clothes back on. She’d checked out at work, letting a Secret Service agent drive her home so everything would appear normal. Then he’d teleported to her bedroom at the White House and they’d had more fun in the shower.
Before leaving, he’d warned her to be packed and ready to go the next evening. Her backpack was now sitting next to the dresser in her mother’s hospital room, and she was saying her good-byes.
“Be sure to wear layers,” Belinda warned her. “And don’t drink the water. Even when you brush your teeth.”
“Yes, Mom.” Abigail’s phone rang. “That must be him.” She stepped over to the corner of the room and answered the phone.
“Ready to go?” Gregori asked.
“Yes. What took so long?”
“We went through all the reports from the guys. The messages come in during the day and pile up. Besides, there’s no need to hurry. We can’t start teleporting till the sun sets in California.”
“Oh.”
His voice softened. “Are you all right, Scholar?”
She turned to face the wall as heat invaded her cheeks. “Yes.”
“Are you in your bedroom?”
“I’m at the hospital. My mom wants to meet you before we go. Is that all right?”
“Sure.”
“You can teleport straight here. I’m in my mother’s private room. My dad and Madison are here, too.”
Gregori appeared beside her.
Belinda gasped.
Madison grinned. “So cool.”
Her father stepped forward, his hand outstretched. “Good evening, Gregori.”
“Sir.” Gregori shook his hand, then inclined his head toward Belinda. “How do you do, Mrs. Tucker?”
Her eyes widened. “So you’re really a vampire?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She looked him over. He was wearing khaki pants, a khaki shirt, and a brown bomber jacket. “You don’t look very vampirish.”
“He’s doing the Indiana Jones look,” Madison told her mother, then frowned at him. “You forgot the hat and the whip. You know, accessories really make an outfit.”
Belinda held out her hand. “Would you come here, please?”