Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(118)

“What’s the matter with her?” Abby whispered.

“She’s a bitch,” Cash replied dismissively, standing again, his hands going to the waistband of his trousers.

“I don’t know anyone who acts like that,” Abby muttered, her head tilted down to watch her feet as she flipped off her shoes.

“Darling, come here,” she heard Cash call.

Her head came up, she saw his face had grown warm and immediately she walked to him.

His arms circled her when she got close.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“About Suzanne?” she queried in return.

“I don’t give a f**k about Suzanne. What I don’t like is you scrambling around on a staircase pursued by a ghost,” he told her.

Abby wrinkled her nose and admitted, “It wasn’t fun.”

His eyes had moved to her nose then his lips went there and he kissed her.

Abby held her breath at this tender action, but before she could process its sweetness, his head came up and he murmured, “Let’s get you to bed.”

Then his hands were on the hem of her sweater, he pulled it up, her arms lifted, he yanked it off and threw it to the side.

Shortly after, they went to bed.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Strategic Planning

Abby woke when Cash’s body moved into hers. She drowsily noted she was in a strange position, curled into a ball against Cash, the top of her head pressed into his side. His arm was extended and curved around her spine.

He moved her, sliding her up the bed. Her body uncurled to accommodate his and he rolled mostly on top of her.

His face went into her neck and he murmured in a sleepy burr, “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

His mouth moved from behind her ear to her jaw and he asked, “Are you still on your period?”

Abby answered, “Probably,” and she heard the disappointment in her voice.

His lips hit hers and brushed there softly before he said, “Go back to sleep.”

He started to move away but her arms went around him, stopping his retreat.

Her mind was groggily registering that they didn’t have all the time in the world, so there was no time to waste.

She pressed up and pushed off on a foot, rolling him to his back, positioning herself on top of him, her mouth going to his neck and she tasted him there.

She felt his hands at her bottom and then he said, “Abby.”

“Quiet,” she whispered.

His hands trailed up her back as her lips moved on his neck.

“You don’t have to do this, darling,” he told her, his voice low and rough.

Her head came up and she looked at him in the dark.

On a soft smile, she replied, “I know.”

Then she bent her head and used her hands and mouth on him, everywhere on him, wherever she wanted, however she liked and she took her time.

And he let her.

And he enjoyed it.

A lot.

After she was finished with him, he kissed her with residual passion mixed with sweet gratitude and left the bed.

Abby curled around his pillow and her last thought before falling back to sleep was, That was brilliant.

* * * * *

“Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” Kieran Kane was standing in his kitchen with his wife who was wiping down the counters like she was preparing to perform surgery on them.

Jenny glanced at him. “Nothing’s the matter.”

He grinned. “Right.”

She stopped wiping, straightened to look at him and repeated, “Nothing’s the matter.”

Kieran ignored this out-and-out lie and asked, “Is it Abby?”

She put a hand to her hip. “And why would you think it was Abby?”

“Partly because you got a phone call at midnight from her communicating Lord Fraser’s demands that you appear in his offices today. And partly because it’s always Abby.”

Jenny threw the sponge in the sink and snapped, “It’s not always Abby.”

At her answer, Kieran felt the usual gut clench when the topic came up and he asked gently, “Is it our appointment at the fertility clinic on Monday?”

He watched her face pale but she said, “No.”

He put his coffee cup down and got close, sliding his hands around her waist. His face chased hers as her eyes moved anywhere but to him until she finally gave in on a sigh and looked at him.

“Whatever happens, happens, pumpkin,” Kieran murmured. “I’m happy to adopt and I’m happy for it just to be the two of us for the rest of our lives. You know that.”

Jenny sighed again. “I know it.”

He touched his forehead to hers. “Don’t let it worry you.”

Her eyes slid away and she whispered, “You always talked about wanting a son to go out and –”

His mouth hit hers, effectively silencing her, a trick he’d learned years ago and one he utilised more than occasionally.

When he lifted his head, he said, “I want you. All the rest is just icing. You know that too.”

Jenny’s lips tipped up at the ends and she replied quietly, “I know it.”

“Stop worrying,” Kieran demanded.

“Okay,” Jenny lied.

Kieran grinned then muttered, “Liar.”