A Virgin for a Vow

Her eyes had a spark of wickedness. ‘I’m all for giving you pleasure.’ She wriggled closer and linked her arms around his neck, bringing her mouth within touching distance of his.

Luke closed the tiny gap between their mouths, his senses on fire at the way her lips moulded themselves to his. He stroked for entry and she opened to him on a sigh that made the base of his spine grow warm. Warmth that spread its way through the rest of his body, sending his blood on a fevered flood to his groin.

He caressed her breast, cupping it and then stroking his thumb over its peaking nipple. He took his mouth off hers to attend to her breast, licking around her areola and gently grazing the nub of her nipple with his teeth. She made a breathless sound of appreciation and moved restlessly against him, searching for him with her hand beneath the fabric of his sleepwear and finding him fully erect. The feel of her fingers wrapping around him made him even harder, the need pulsing through him in electrifying waves.

She kissed her way from his neck in hot little presses of her lips against his skin, all the way down past his abs.

Luke sucked in a breath and placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘You don’t have to do that—’

Abby glanced up at him with doubt flickering in her eyes. ‘But you did it to me. Don’t you want me to—?’

‘Abby.’ He cradled her cheek in his hand. ‘I don’t want you to do things with me because you think you have to. I want you to be comfortable with every part of what we do together.’

‘But I am comfortable. I’m more comfortable with you than anyone I’ve ever met. Talking about my childhood… Well, I’ve only ever told you that stuff. That’s how comfortable I feel with you.’

Luke was touched she felt that way. Deeply touched. And so turned-on he was holding on to his self-control like someone trying to control a wild stallion with a silken thread. His thumb stroked the curve of her cheek, holding her shining earnest gaze. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’

She reached for him again, caressing him just the way he liked it as if she had some secret way of reading his body. ‘I want to make you feel the way I did when you did it to me.’

A part of Luke insisted he stop right there, but another part—the caged part that was primitive and primal—wanted her mouth. Wanted her tongue. Wanted. Wanted. Wanted until he was throbbing with it.

Abby didn’t wait for him to talk her out of it even if that sensible and civilised part of him had been on active duty. She reached across him for a condom and unpeeled it from its packet. She wriggled down and pushed away his sleepwear but, before she put on the condom, she breathed her warm breath over his engorged length. It was like being caressed by the breeze of a moth’s wing and intensely, spine-tinglingly arousing.

‘Give me the condom.’ Was that his voice? That husky croak that sounded as if it came from the middle of a frog pond.

She held it just out of reach. ‘I can do it. I did this once in Sex Ed. But I have to tell you, you don’t look anything like a courgette.’

‘Good to know.’

Once the condom was on, she brought her tongue to him in soft little licks like a kitten lapping milk, making him shudder with fizzing pleasure that spiralled through his body. She opened her mouth over him, moving up and down his shaft with varying degrees of suction, and he groaned and groaned and fought to stay in control, wanting to prolong the thrill of watching her pleasure him.

Fight it or fly? Fight it or fly?

The mental chant was in time with his pounding blood.

And then he flew…

CHAPTER SEVEN

ABBY HAD NEVER seen anything so erotic as Luke totally at her mercy. His guttural groans and whole body shudders made her feel a wave of deep pleasure as if his orgasm was somehow tuned to a sensitive radar in her body. Triggering little electric shocks deep in her core at the realisation of her sensual power as a woman.

Luke was lying on his back, his breathing not quite back to normal, and he took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each fingertip in turn, his eyes holding hers. ‘That must have been quite some Sex Ed class,’ he said with a wry smile.

Abby laughed and lay across his body, toying with the short and fine whorls of his dark brown hair at the sides of his neck. ‘I like seeing you smile.’ She traced her finger around his mouth, her skin catching on his stubble like silk on an emery board. ‘You’re really funny behind that stern façade you put up.’

He gave her a mock frown and rolled her on to her back and pinned her with his weight, his dark blue eyes gleaming. ‘Stern? Is that how you see me?’

Abby shivered with delight at the hard press of his erection against her thigh, so close to where she ached and pulsed with longing. She traced each of his ink-black eyebrows, smoothing out the semi-permanent frown line that was etched into his forehead. ‘I like it when you smile instead of frown. It makes you more approachable.’