Page 45 of Shark’s Edge

The mood surrounding us had gotten way too heavy and needed to change. I’d already lived through my shit life once, and I did everything in my power to keep it in the past. Once again, Abbigail Gibson had an uncanny ability to make me do things out of character.

I refilled our wineglasses, emptying the bottle from dinner.

“Enough talk of the past. Let’s talk about the present. The right now.”

“Oookkaaayy.” She drew out the word, looking like a skittish kitten.

“Are you always this nervous around men? Or is it just me?” I chuckled, running my index finger under the neckline of her open collar. She had an odd style for a young woman. Different from other girls her age.

Although, when I thought about it, I typically kept the company of dancers and escorts. Women who intentionally dressed to be provocative. In comparison, Abbigail dressed like women twice her age and possibly one who worked in an abbey or correctional institution.

“I’m not nervous,” she said, swallowing so forcibly I could see her throat work from top to bottom. And it was so damn sexy. Calling to me to kiss her there. Suck her. Bite her.

I took her wineglass from her trembling hands, set it on the wide tiled ledge of the fire pit, and placed mine beside it. When I turned to face her, I slid off the low cushion of the love seat and onto my knees on the padded outdoor rug.

“Open your legs,” I directed quietly.

“What?” She gulped.

“Spread your knees apart so I can get closer to you.” I tapped the insides of her knees with my fingertips.

She complied while her breath sawed in and out, making her chest rise and fall steadily.

“Are you comfortable there? On your knees?” Her skeptical look vanished with my ensuing comment.

“It’s not my body I’m concerned with, Abbigail,” I answered with a wink, reaching forward to unbutton the top button of her shirt.

One by one the buttons came loose, and more of her creamy flesh was revealed. Light brown freckles spattered across delicate skin, even over the swells of her breasts that peeked out from the lacy white cups of her bra.

By the luck of the lingerie gods, her bra had a front clasp, and I zeroed in on it with skilled fingers. I watched her eyes, looking for any objection.

“We have complete privacy out here. And no one lives in that house on the left.” I bent my head forward and kissed her, just above the bra, teasing along the lace with the tip of my tongue before spreading the halves away to expose her breasts to my view.

I inhaled sharply.

Perfection.

“Jesus, Abbigail. You’re so damn gorgeous. Look at you. Just look at you.” I stared at her breasts like they were the first pair I’d ever seen. As if I were a twelve-year-old boy copping my first feel. I thumbed the baby-pink nipples and watched the way they sprang to attention from the stimulation—my cock responding in kind.

“Need these in my mouth.” I kissed her lips first, though. Roughly. My need had spiked from touching her. Seeing her. She was unraveling my control, and I went from casual explorer to lusty conqueror in a few short beats.

My tongue spread her lips, gaining entrance without asking permission and sweeping deeper with each pass. Little mewls vibrated up from Abbigail’s throat and into mine, spurring me on. She liked it. She liked me. I could feel her need.

I wanted to devour her chin, jaw, ear, and then her neck. I would consume her by the time I was through. Something had possessed me after seeing her tits. I’d become a beast. Even worse than usual.

Women always amazed me. They had pretty parts and soft places to nestle and touch. But Abbigail? Oh, shit. Abbigail was a species all her own. Definitely not like the others. No. Not even close.

Her skin tasted like elements of the Bordeaux we shared. Black cherry . . . plums, maybe? Some sort of flower danced in my nose when I pulled away. I already knew the smell would tease me for hours after she left my bed.

“Sebastian,” she moaned as I sucked the underside of her breast into my mouth. Women always loved that spot caressed and nipped. I swore it was more sensitive than the nipple for some. I reached up with my hands to knead the mounds roughly, and she arched beneath me, lifting her back off the cushions, her face pointing to the nighttime sky.

“More? Is that good?” I asked, looking up over the sexy arch of her throat. The urge to sink my teeth into her was so strong, I had to fight it off with everything I had. I pinched her nipple between the side of my thumb and index finger when she didn’t respond.

“Shit! Yes. God, yes! It’s good. So good.” She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t pull away.

“Don’t be sassy, girl. Just an answer. That’s all I wanted.” I nibbled the place I’d sucked, and she closed her eyes. Abbi threaded her fingers in my hair at my nape, scraping her nails through to my scalp.

“Mmmm. I like that.” I closed my eyes too. Felt so good. I knelt up tall again to capture her mouth, grinding my cock into the side of the love seat’s cushion.