Page 99 of Shark’s Edge

I shrugged carelessly. “Because I said so.”

“That seems terribly unfair, don’t you think? Very one-sided.”

“Hhmmm.” I pretended to consider her question. “Give me ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. Then we’ll check back and see if you think the plan is unfair. Deal?”

“Why do I have the top-of-the-roller-coaster feeling again?”

“Because you’re a very smart girl.” I lifted my shoulders and let my shirt slide off my torso and fall to the floor at the side of the bed.

“Turn your hand so your palm is facing up.” After she did, I ran my index finger from the tip of her middle finger, across her palm, over the inside of her wrist, and trailed my teasing touch up her forearm. My path continued up her arm, skated over her armpit, and continued across her chest, just under her collarbone, and then down the other side to end on the tip of that middle finger. Goose bumps covered her skin everywhere I surveyed. On the tops of her thighs, both arms, even on her chest and belly.

Her nipples were tight and inviting, and I wanted to feel them under my tongue. No. I needed to feel them. “Oh, baby. I don’t know where to start with you.” I blatantly drank her in. “I want to be everywhere on you and in you all at the same time.”

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips with my knees. While she watched, I took the wallet from my back pocket and fished the row of three condoms, still strung together, from inside. I tossed them onto the mattress beside her shoulder, both so I could grab one when the time came but also as a mind fuck of a reminder of what we were about to do.

I didn’t miss her sharp little inhale when the packets made a little thwack sound as they hit the sheets. I also didn’t bother to hide my grin from her reaction. Such an innocent little bird. I positioned my body over hers, holding myself above her and nudging her knees apart with mine so I could settle some of my weight on the bed between her thighs. Our stomachs touched, and I lowered down even more so my bare chest rubbed directly against hers, sending bolts of electricity straight to my dick.

“You feel so good under me, Abbigail. So warm, so pliant. Your skin is like silk.” I ran my hand up the side of her rib cage to palm her breast fully. “God, these tits, baby. So perfect. So fucking pretty.” I pushed up to sit back on my heels to use both hands to knead and plump her mounds. But also so I could stare at her again. There was something transfixing about this woman. Something I couldn’t put into words. Her beauty—so pure and natural. Was it because I usually bedded women who were a certain percent plastic and polished and very practiced? Maybe.

Probably.

It made the moments with Abbigail poignant. Sublime, even. I wanted to simultaneously take my time and rush. Ridiculous, I knew. But she had me so turned around. I never wanted to stop and look at a woman for anything more than the physical, reactionary need. The required stimuli to become aroused. Yet here I hovered, positioned above a very willing, wanton virgin. And all I wanted was to savor and linger. To appreciate and catalog her every pant and rush of needy breath.

What in the actual hell was happening?

Her soft moan brought me back to the same mental dimension with her, and with each pass of my hands over her body, I grew rougher with my groping. I rubbed over her nipples with my thumbs, massaging her breasts so firmly, her body was rocking in a steady rhythm on the mattress. A light surge forward and then back. Quite similar to what it would be like when I was finally pumping my cock into her.

“Fuck me,” I gritted, leaning down to cover one of her tips with my mouth.

“Yes, please. Please, I want that too.” Abbigail moaned up to the ceiling while fishing her fingers through my hair and holding my mouth to her.

I licked around the tight bud of her nipple several times with my tongue before sinking my teeth into the flesh on the underside. Her skin smelled so divine. Feminine and arousing with a spicy flair, echoing her personality perfectly. An enticing combination of sage and mint or some sort of invigorating eucalyptus. It was hard to identify precisely, but the appeal kept me pressing my nose and mouth to her skin as if I would be able to take a part of her with me when I finally had to drag myself away from her.

Because I would have to. Eventually. I knew it more positively than I knew my own name. Even if it killed one of us. And at the rate I was kissing and sucking on her, it would be yours truly.

I worked both breasts with equal fervor—kissing, licking, devouring. Abbigail writhed and moaned under my body, adding delicious friction to the swell in my slacks with every move. I sat back and looked at her, pale skin flushed with excitement, red hair in a messy tangle on the pillow beneath her head.

“So sexy, baby.” I traced my finger down her jaw, and she leaned into my touch, eyes drifting closed. “Pretty little baby.” She soaked up the praise as I traced my finger lower, down her sternum and over the swell of her belly and then back.

I’d been avoiding her pussy up to this point, but I couldn’t for another second. I backed down her legs in a crawl, kissing my way down her body.

“Little Red?” I asked in a gravelly whisper, hovering above her mound. My breath fanned over the slickness on her cunt, making goose bumps break out once again.

“Ooohhhh, God,” she stammered, making to sit up, but I halted her progress with my full hand across her torso.

“No. Stay.” I waited for her to relax back on the bed before continuing. “I have to taste this pussy. I can’t be this close to you and not put my mouth here.” I ran my fingers across her pink slit, and she bucked into my hand. “Already so wet. So ready.” My index and middle fingers formed the slight vee of her petal-soft lips as I spread her pussy open a bit, releasing more of her addicting scent into the air. I inhaled through my nose so I didn’t miss a bit of it while I pressed her clit like the needy button it was.

“What do you mean ‘already’? It feels like I’ve been waiting—fantasizing—about this for months.”

“Is that right? I asked, dangerous delight in my tone as I looked up the length of her body. And now that I’d done that, I was distracted all over again by the incredible sight she presented. Flushed, naked, and aroused. Maybe it was her inexperience—her innocence—that made her so appealing? I didn’t want to ruminate over it for another second. Whatever it was. It was time for action. Time to make her fantasies reality. Replace the dreamscape with actual memories.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Abbigail.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, swallowed hard, and whispered, “Whaa . . . ?”

The big bad wolf inside growled. “You heard me. Show me your cunt. Show me more.”

“Sebastian.”