Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(44)

At her uninhibited response, his hand fisted in her hair, sending tingles from her scalp straight down her spine (and other areas besides). The fingers of his other hand tightened on her neck as he leaned into her, bending her back, deepening the kiss.

She felt this new intensity surge through her system, making her knees go weak.

Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that it had never been this good.

Never, never, never.

And she wanted more.

She let him take the weight of her as she concentrated less on remaining upright and more on the pleasant, heady sensations rushing through her.

His mouth tore from hers, his hands disappeared and she teetered a moment before he bent and lifted her in his arms. She made a noise, half of surprise, half from desire. Her arms curled around his neck, his mouth came back to hers and he kissed her while carrying her to her room.

And Abby liked that he carried her, the strength of him, his mouth on hers. It made her world tilt; she felt wonderfully dizzy and hoped the world would never come right again.

He set her at her feet beside the bed and, mouth still on hers, he shrugged off his suit jacket, dropping it to the floor. Then he leaned into her and she was falling back onto the bed, his heavy, solid weight on top of her.

She forgot how this felt, having a man cover you, and she realised she missed it. The warmth of it, the safety of it, how it could shut out everything else and make just the two of you be the whole world.

But even though this thought sifted through her brain, Ben didn’t enter her mind.

It was all Cash, his long, hard body, the smell of his woodsy, spicy cologne, his weight, his mouth, all of him, every single inch.

She found she craved him, all-of-a-sudden she couldn’t get enough, pulling his shirt from his trousers, her hands slid up the hot skin of his back as he kissed her and she kissed him back.

He rolled, taking her with him, yanking her skirt up around her h*ps as he did so. He sat up, forcing her to straddle him. His mouth broke from hers and he pulled at his tie, the knot coming free, he slid it from his collar and tossed it aside.

All the while Abby’s mouth was at Cash’s neck, tasting his skin (and liking it), gliding along his strong jaw and her hands were at the buttons of his shirt, shaking with desire as she undid them.

While she was at her task, he grasped her dress, pulling it up and forcing her up with it. She happily lifted her arms as he tugged it off and threw it aside.

Then their mouths collided, his hands roaming, skin-against-skin, and it felt as if every centimetre he touched was connected straight between her legs.

His mouth disengaged and he pressed into her, arms around her, torso twisted and she heard his shoes hit the floor. He pulled back and she finished with his buttons, tugged the shirt over his shoulders, down his arms, dislodging his hands from her skin. Quickly, because she wanted them back, she yanked the shirt free of his body and tossed it away.

His arms came around her, crushing her as he fell back, then rolled, mostly on top of her, his mouth gliding down her jaw, her neck, her chest, then it was closing on her nipple over her bra.

“Cash…” she breathed, her hands sliding slowly into his hair. Then she gasped as he pulled her nipple sharply into his mouth.

It had been so long since she had this, her body so deprived, Cash so warm and heavy, his hands causing shivers, his mouth talented, the heat shot from her nipple to between her legs and she felt herself quivering.

It was early but she was ready.

She was ready now.

Her hand travelled down his arm, fingers finding his wrist, she brought his hand to the heat of her and pressed it in right where she needed it.

“Jesus, Abby,” he growled against her nipple and even his voice, rougher than ever, made her wet.

His lips came to hers and needing no more coaxing, his fingers took over. As his tongue slid inside her mouth, his hand slid inside her panties and then he was touching her.

She gasped at the sweetness of it, arching her back, straining her h*ps against his hand as his finger found her and started move.

It was great.

No, it was awesome.

No, it was amazing.

So much so she had to tell him.

“Cash,” she breathed, “don’t stop. That’s amazing.”

She felt his smile against her mouth and luckily he didn’t stop. He kept going. He kept going until she was squirming against his hand and she felt it. It was coming and she knew by the feel of it that it was going to shatter her world.

But something wasn’t right. She couldn’t do it alone.

No, she could.

She just didn’t want to.

“You,” she said urgently, her breath coming in pants.

His mouth had gone away but he hadn’t. When her eyes partly opened she saw he was close and watching her.

“You,” she repeated, turning into him, losing control, coming close to letting go and letting it happen.

“Abby,” he murmured and her hand went to his stomach, sliding down, feeling his hardness, hearing his soft groan at her touch and she knew she wanted all of him.

If she had a choice between breathing and having Cash inside her at that moment she would have chosen the latter.

“Cash,” she breathed, tugging at his belt, “stop.”

He gave a short, harsh laugh at her words. “Darling, I can’t stop.”

“No, don’t stop. I mean,” she pressed her torso deeper into his and before sanity could invade or she lost herself in what his hand was doing, she whispered insistently, “I want it to happen with you. Please, I want you inside me.”