Time (Laws of Physics #3)(62)
Yeah, you know what? Forget taking it slow.
Impulsively, I straddled his hips and lowered myself, sucking in a relishing breath at the delicious, stretching invasion. This, clearly, shocked the hell out of him because his hands came to my thighs and squeezed.
“God. God. Mona—”
I bent forward, bracing my arms on either side of his head, and took his mouth. He groaned, immediately opening, chasing my tongue, obviously fighting the urge to take over as I rolled my hips, using him to rub just the right spot.
Abram’s hands were moving, sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and then tucking themselves beneath my arms to lift me higher so he could suckle one, and then the other, lavishing both with wet, hungry kisses.
Tingly, hot tendrils of electricity played tug of war between my pelvis and nipples, stretching, curling, making me slightly insane. The urge to sit up and ride him more completely was overwhelming. I needed him deeper, I needed more force, faster.
Placing my hands on his stomach, I straightened away, eliciting a frustrated growl from his throat, his eyes piercing as I shifted, using the hard plane of his stomach as leverage while also feeling him up.
“Say something,” I demanded, because why the hell not? He is mine to command!
His lip curled into a feral smile, a baring of teeth, sending a renewed fissure of alarm down my spine to the back of my legs, making me hot. So hot. I was sweating with exertion and the thrill of uncertainty. I loved it and I was so close. I could feel the start of it, the deep ache teetering on satisfaction.
Abram’s covetous eyes caressed a scorching path from my lips to my breasts and then further south, obviously watching us where we mated. “Thank you for the view,” he said, his voice like gravel, his hands sliding to my hips. His fingers flexed into my bottom like he wanted to help lift me, help me go faster.
“Do you like watching?” I asked because I really wanted to know for some reason. It was essential that I know. Another shiver. I couldn’t catch my breath.
“I like watching you.” His hand came around to the front of my thigh, his thumb slipping between my folds. “I like this.” He circled my clitoris and OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD—
“I like watching you come on my cock,” he said through clenched teeth, sounding a little sinister.
His statement was well-timed because I was coming. So. Hard. My hips jerking, searching, seeking, needing to prolong the fullness and friction. My body igniting. I couldn’t think, but intrinsically I knew he was coming too.
His hips pistoned, rolled, inelegant searching, just like mine. His head pressed against the pillow, exposing his neck, his powerful form in sharp relief. His hands moved away from my body, gripping the bedsheets and pulling. I heard a ripping sound. I ignored it, bowing forward above him, my hand on his heart.
Then I collapsed. I just freaking fell right on top of him, limp, my mouth at his neck, greedily gulping air as his hips still worked, seeking the last bit of his pleasure from my body. A moment later, I felt him go lax, also breathing like he’d just run a marathon. I felt fingers thread into my hair, grabbing a fistful to angle my head for a kiss.
Somehow, both of us breathing hard, our bodies completely spent, we were still able to kiss. Maybe because it was sweet. Tender. An unhurried, soft meeting of lips and tongue. Abram smoothed his hand down my back to my bottom, stroking it. He made a little sound in the back of his throat, something halfway between a growl and a hum.
Or maybe that was me.
No. That’s him.
I fell asleep, right there, naked, on top of my purring tiger.
17
The Nature of Stars
Mona
I. Was. STARVING! when I woke up. But I was also sticky and alone. The former wasn’t a surprise, but the latter was.
Wrinkling my nose, as I’d once again awoken without an Abram on my bosom, I rubbed my eyes and searched for my phone to determine the time. Honestly, I had no idea where it was. The night before had been a blur.
While I scoured every surface that could be scoured from my spot in bed, I noticed a folded piece of paper on the side table, one that had been torn from a notebook. My heart gave a little leap. Pushing myself to a sitting position, I snatched it, and chuckled when I discovered he wrote DO NOT BURN on the outside.
* * *
Dear Mona,
First, I love you.
Second, Marie called and said your phone was left in the greenroom last night. She picked it up for you so I’m meeting her now to grab it. I’m also picking up some food, because I’m starving.
Third, did you know this place has milk and cookies 24 hrs a day! I left you milk and a plate with oatmeal and chocolate chip in the mini fridge under the bar. EAT THEM.
Fourth, sorry I ripped the sheet. I told the owner and they’ll send up a new one later today.
Fifth, I love you.
-Abram
PS I have to confess something. I watched you sleep while you were naked until my stomach growled so loud, I was afraid it would wake you up. Now, when I close my eyes, I see your naked body. Thank you for all the views. You are very sexy.
PPS I love you.
* * *
Smiling stupidly and reading the note more times than I could count, I eventually stood, refolding it carefully and tucking it inside my suitcase. On a happy cloud, I crossed to the bar, opened the mini fridge, and stood at the counter scarfing down cookies and gulping milk.