Music of the Soul (Runaway Train #2.5)(16)
“I just wanted to let you know that everything is ready for you at the house. It should only be another thirty minutes for the catering crew to break everything down. Then you’ll have the island to yourselves.”
“Thank you.”
With a curt nod, she turned and started high tailing it away from us. “Glad she’s gone. Now where were we?”
“The part where you get off me, so we can go to the house and have our well-needed privacy?”
I groaned. “No, not that part. I wanted the part where I made love to you in the moonlight with the waves crashing over us.”
Abby laughed. “That sounds wonderful, but not when we have a potential audience. You can take me in a hundred different ways all over this beach tomorrow when we’re alone.”
“Damn, is that a promise?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Hmm, okay then.” In a fluid motion, I rose to my feet and then extended my hand to her. When she slipped hers inside mine, I pulled her off the sand. Keeping her hand in mine, we started walking up the beach to the house.
As we went by the bustling caters, they kept their heads down and tried to be invisible to us. “Thank you all, again. Everything was just wonderful,” Abby gushed.
A few “You’re Welcomes” were said while they kept working. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” I asked, as we walked up the stairs.
“It doesn’t hurt to say thank you and show your gratitude for a good job,” Abby countered.
“A lot of people wouldn’t. You’ve never let your stardom or fame go to your head. It’s just one of the million things I love about you.”
“I’ll be sure to say thank you for the amazing orgasms you’re going to give me tonight,” she said, with a little smirk.
My brows rose as I thought about her cocky little response. She was betting on some orgasms, and I sure as hell intended on giving them to her. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that one, Miss Sassy,” I said, reaching out for her. She squealed and ran ahead of me into the house. When I caught up with her, I started to grab her but then stopped. She stood stock still in the middle of the living room. With her back to me, she stared straight ahead. I knew she was taking in the flickering candles and rose petals that led down the hallway.
Abby glanced over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes wide with surprise. “You had them do this?”
I shrugged. “I made a few suggestions to their ‘romance package’.”
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, with a small smile. Gathering up the front of her dress, she began padding barefoot down the hallway. With the candlelight illuminating her golden hair and skin, she looked just like an angel. My angel—for now and always. Fuck, how did an ass**le like me ever get so lucky?
I heard her sharp intake of breath when she entered the master suite at the end of the hallway. “Oh Jake,” she whispered. Candles lit the interior of the room while on top of the bed, red, pink, and purple rose petals were formed into a giant heart.
“You don’t think it’s cheesy?” I asked tentatively.
“Never.” She turned around to wrap her arms around me. “The fact that it came from your heart makes it even more special.”
“I wanted to make tonight beautiful for you. I know chicks dig shit like flowers and candles.”
Abby smiled. “It is wonderful, Jake, but you’re all I need to make this night wonderful. You and your love.”
“Mmm, I like hearing you say that,” I said, before leaning in to kiss her. As her ready mouth worked against mine, I knew how hard it was going to be to reign myself in tonight. But more than anything, I was ready to get the show on the road. When I pulled away, I stared into her expectant eyes. “Turn around,” I commanded.
Abby quickly obliged. Her hands came to sweep up the long stands of her hair to give me better access to undress her. When I caught sight of the long row of fine pearl buttons, I sucked in a harsh breath of frustration. “Fuck me! Are you serious?”
She burst out laughing. “It’s just a zipper, babe.”
“Thank God,” I muttered. My fingers went to the middle of her back to find the zipper. I tugged it down. Once the dress bowed open, I leaned forward to bestow a trail of tender kisses across the exposed skin of her shoulder blades. I was rewarded with a dreamy little sigh from Abby as she arched her back toward me. After I’d given enough attention to the soft, creamy skin on her back and the base of her spine, my hands then went to the top of the dress to push it off her shoulders.
All I could see on Abby was a white, lacy push up bra thing that extended down her back to her waist. I could only imagine how perfect she looked from the front with her tits all pushed up, just waiting for me to touch and suck on them. Just the thought sent my dick pounding against the zipper of my pants.
I slid the dress off her hips and let it drop to the floor. Offering my hand, I helped Abby step out of it. “Mmm,” I murmured, as she stood before me in only a lacy, white thong and the bra thing that sure as hell did thrust her tits up into my face. A thousand and one different scenarios entered my head of f**king her fast and hard until we were a sweaty mess and she was screaming my name.
“You look like you’re about to devour me,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing in the candlelight.