good.”
She’d been thinking the same about him. “I told you—”
“No, it’s you, Abby. You’re more of a woman than anyone I’ve ever held in my arms.”
“Don’t say things like that,” she cried. It was bad enough that her body seemed beyond her control, that he made her feel precious beyond belief, but to hear his words and have to fight them as well…She didn’t think she could do it.
She was almost relieved when he kissed her again and she opened herself all the more in reward. It seemed only natural that his tongue should slide past her teeth to seekits mate, just as it seemed only natural that its mate should respond.
Her fingers disappeared into the thickness of his hair, reveling in its vibrancy as she held him closer. With surrender had come an insatiable hunger; her whole body ached for more. Mindlessly she arched against him, resentful of the thin wood plank that separated them. If the canoe swayed, she was too swept up in passion to notice.
While his lips continued consuming her, his hands freely roamed the length of her spine. When Abby moaned in satisfaction, he grew bolder. His fingers spanned her sides and slid upward, grazing the sides of her breasts until she nearly cried aloud. Then, as though sensing her torment, he moved to cover her breasts, gently caressing their rounded form with a stroking that reverberated deep within her. She leaned closer, ever closer.
“It’s good, isn’t it, Abby?” he murmured against her cheek. She nodded, too breathless to speak. If Ben was bent on eradicating reason, he certainly had the tools, she mused through her languor. His lips knew how to incite fervor, his hands to kindle desire. And the sturdiness of his body was a haven when one’s own trembled madly.
His thumbs tipped up her chin. “Speak to me,” he ordered huskily. “I want to know what you feel.”
Slowly opening her eyes, she met his. “I feel…I feel as if I’m somewhere else…as if I’m someone else….”
His fingers worked lower on her neck, those thumbs now tracing lazy circles near the hollow of her throat. Her open-necked shirt presented no barrier. Nor did a remnant of reason. She only knew that she wanted him to touch her more.
“Is it that unreal?” he asked, resting his lips against her forehead for a minute before looking down at her again. His fingers had slipped beneath her collar to explore the skin of her shoulder.
She closed her eyes to the delicious feeling and let her head fall gently to the side. “Yes, it’s unreal. I’ve never felt like this….” His fingers moved lower and she felt herself swell toward them. When she moaned, he kissed her softly, barely disguising his work of releasing a first, then a second button. A little sound of excitement came from the back of her throat when he spread the shirt and touched her.
“Abby…Abby,” he rasped deeply. His hands circled her breasts then cupped them fully. She felt the warmth of his fingers moving across her nipples, drawing on them until they stood hard through her bra’s sheer fabric.
“Yes,” she whispered, entranced. “Oh,yes, Ben. So good…” The intimacy brought a pleasure-pain that surged through her with lightning-sharp brilliance, illuminating longings she hadn’t known existed. Her own hands moved along his hard man’s body with growing impatience, wanting to feel him, to touch him too.
It wasn’t to be, however. From a far, far distance away came an intruding noise, a voice echoing strangely across the water. “Ben…Abby…?”
Their bodies froze; their minds struggled to understand the intrusion. “Damn!” Ben muttered, his voice hoarse, his breathing labored. “The bullhorn…”
As confusion gave way to comprehension, Abby gasped loudly. “Oh, no…”
“Abby…Ben…?” The summons came again.
He clutched her to him, burying her face against his chest. “We’re coming!” he boomed back over his shoulder, then swore again more softly.
Abby took
She’d been thinking the same about him. “I told you—”
“No, it’s you, Abby. You’re more of a woman than anyone I’ve ever held in my arms.”
“Don’t say things like that,” she cried. It was bad enough that her body seemed beyond her control, that he made her feel precious beyond belief, but to hear his words and have to fight them as well…She didn’t think she could do it.
She was almost relieved when he kissed her again and she opened herself all the more in reward. It seemed only natural that his tongue should slide past her teeth to seekits mate, just as it seemed only natural that its mate should respond.
Her fingers disappeared into the thickness of his hair, reveling in its vibrancy as she held him closer. With surrender had come an insatiable hunger; her whole body ached for more. Mindlessly she arched against him, resentful of the thin wood plank that separated them. If the canoe swayed, she was too swept up in passion to notice.
While his lips continued consuming her, his hands freely roamed the length of her spine. When Abby moaned in satisfaction, he grew bolder. His fingers spanned her sides and slid upward, grazing the sides of her breasts until she nearly cried aloud. Then, as though sensing her torment, he moved to cover her breasts, gently caressing their rounded form with a stroking that reverberated deep within her. She leaned closer, ever closer.
“It’s good, isn’t it, Abby?” he murmured against her cheek. She nodded, too breathless to speak. If Ben was bent on eradicating reason, he certainly had the tools, she mused through her languor. His lips knew how to incite fervor, his hands to kindle desire. And the sturdiness of his body was a haven when one’s own trembled madly.
His thumbs tipped up her chin. “Speak to me,” he ordered huskily. “I want to know what you feel.”
Slowly opening her eyes, she met his. “I feel…I feel as if I’m somewhere else…as if I’m someone else….”
His fingers worked lower on her neck, those thumbs now tracing lazy circles near the hollow of her throat. Her open-necked shirt presented no barrier. Nor did a remnant of reason. She only knew that she wanted him to touch her more.
“Is it that unreal?” he asked, resting his lips against her forehead for a minute before looking down at her again. His fingers had slipped beneath her collar to explore the skin of her shoulder.
She closed her eyes to the delicious feeling and let her head fall gently to the side. “Yes, it’s unreal. I’ve never felt like this….” His fingers moved lower and she felt herself swell toward them. When she moaned, he kissed her softly, barely disguising his work of releasing a first, then a second button. A little sound of excitement came from the back of her throat when he spread the shirt and touched her.
“Abby…Abby,” he rasped deeply. His hands circled her breasts then cupped them fully. She felt the warmth of his fingers moving across her nipples, drawing on them until they stood hard through her bra’s sheer fabric.
“Yes,” she whispered, entranced. “Oh,yes, Ben. So good…” The intimacy brought a pleasure-pain that surged through her with lightning-sharp brilliance, illuminating longings she hadn’t known existed. Her own hands moved along his hard man’s body with growing impatience, wanting to feel him, to touch him too.
It wasn’t to be, however. From a far, far distance away came an intruding noise, a voice echoing strangely across the water. “Ben…Abby…?”
Their bodies froze; their minds struggled to understand the intrusion. “Damn!” Ben muttered, his voice hoarse, his breathing labored. “The bullhorn…”
As confusion gave way to comprehension, Abby gasped loudly. “Oh, no…”
“Abby…Ben…?” The summons came again.
He clutched her to him, burying her face against his chest. “We’re coming!” he boomed back over his shoulder, then swore again more softly.
Abby took
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