Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(128)

“You’re not leaving this room,” he told her.

She smiled up at him. “I’ll be safe. I’m with you.”

Then she started to move forward again but Cash stayed planted.

She pulled at his arm. He still didn’t move.

She stopped, turned and softly uttered two words, “Cash, please.”

He looked to the side, pressing his lips together then his body came unstuck and he walked down the dark hall with her, down the stairs, his hand in hers, his body close.

She led him to the study and closed the door behind them.

She took his hand again, moved with him through the shadows to the huge desk which had been there for maybe hundreds of years. A desk his father used, his grandfather used, and so on.

A desk that Alistair used.

Abby walked Cash around the desk and pushed back the chair then stopped Cash in front of her, dropped his hand and leaned back against the desk.

“Abby, what in f**king hell –” Cash, she could tell, was losing patience.

Abby interrupted. “Alistair uses this desk.”

“And?” Cash asked irritably.

Her hands went to his waist inside his robe and she pulled him closer. She got up on tiptoe and leaned into him as his hands came to her hips.

“Abby –” he started.

She put her lips to his jaw and muttered, “I’m done with my period.”

She felt him grow still.

Her hands slid up his sides, around then up his back as she pressed against him.

His head tipped down as hers tilted back and she put her mouth to his.

Using every smidgeon of courage she had, her heart beating madly, she whispered, “Cash, I want you to f**k me on your desk.”

Cash’s body went solid.

For a moment.

But Abby didn’t have to ask twice.

His mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss and her robe was off her shoulders in a flash, pooling on the floor at her feet.

All the while kissing her, Cash leaned forward and Abby arched back. He did something and she heard objects hit the floor but she didn’t pay much attention. She was busy trying to pull his robe down his occupied arms at the same time kissing him back.

When he was done clearing the desk, she tugged his robe off, he yanked her nightgown up then her underwear down and before she’d finished her gasp and stepped out of them, his hands were at her bottom, lifting her and planting her on the desk.

From that point on it went wild. It was rough, hard, wet, completely out of either of their control and every second was absolutely glorious.

Not long later, her back was on the desk and her behind at its edge. Her knees were cocked, her legs pressed high against his sides. One of her arms was wrapped around Cash’s back like she was never going to let go, the other hand in his hair, holding his mouth to hers.

She felt the delicious tightening, she knew what it was, she knew it was coming and, best of all, she knew it was going to be good.

Cash was driving deep. His mouth disengaged from hers and his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with a tender savagery that made her neck arch.

Cash’s lips went to her ear and he growled, “The best thing I’ve done in my whole f**king life is walk into that pub.”

Abby felt her heart squeeze and her breath catch but it was too late, she was too far gone. She couldn’t respond. All she could do was breathe his name.

He drove in deeper and demanded, “I want it.”

She did everything she could to hold back and wait for him.

“Cash,” she whispered.

He ground his h*ps into hers, way deep, beyond delicious, and his fist in her hair pulled her head back further as he ordered, “Give it to me, Abby. I want it.”

Seeing as it was one of the only things she could give to Cash Fraser, Fabulously Rich and Famous International Hot Guy and seeing as she wanted him to have everything he wanted she gave it to him.

* * * * *

After Cash finished and pulled away, he slid her underwear up her legs himself. After he’d done that, he gently slipped her off the desk to her feet. Holding her close to his body, he replaced her robe then let her go for a moment so he could replace his.

He sat in the desk chair taking her with him, settling her in his lap with her body curled into his, bent legs against his chest, cheek on his shoulder, head tucked under his jaw. Once he had her cocooned against him, he circled her entire body with his arms.

Neither of them spoke. Both of them were still catching their breath. Even after their breathing evened, they stayed silent.

Abby was thinking about what he said before she came. She had no clue what he was thinking.

Then he told her.

“I’m going to f**k you in every room in this house.”

Her head tilted back to look at him.

“Tonight?” she whispered in disbelief.

His chin dipped down, she could see the flash of white where his mouth was indicating he was smiling.

His lips touched hers before he replied, “Darling, as much as I love it that you’d think I’d be up to such a staggering feat, I’ll take my time.”

She immediately felt like an idiot. Of course he wasn’t going to do it in one night. In fact, at that moment, there were five other people in the house (not to mention a latent ghost). They couldn’t even get to every room of the house.

Feeling embarrassed, she tucked her head under his chin. When she did, his arms tightened and immediately she felt the embarrassment slide away.