Wreck Me - Page 173

“Abigail.”

“Dane.”

She might say one thing, but her eyes plead for something else.

With her tucked in my arms, I shift to the side and pull the blanket over us.

“Sleep.”

“Dane…”

I tilt her chin, and through kisses, I say, “My ass is not leaving. I will never leave you again.”

“Dane, please be reasonable.”

“Haven’t you heard me? At the end of whatever awaits us, we’ll be together.”

“You’re putting your life in danger…”

“I’m not afraid of dying, Abigail. Never have been, but not to live my life with you at my side… That’s something that has the power to destroy me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I will spank your stubborn ass.”

“You wouldn’t.”

I turn her on her belly and do just that. She watches me over her shoulder, halfway shocked, halfway aroused, chewing down her lower lip.

“What do you need?”

“I can’t sleep. I want to sleep.”

Hoping out of bed, I rummage through my bathroom and find some oil. Climbing into bed, I straddle her legs. I warm the oil between my hands and put them on her naked skin. She moans as I unknot her shoulders down to her spine. Gripping her ass has me hard in one second flat.

I need to connect with her and feel her while I try to focus on massaging her and not bury myself in her. But damn, when my thumb grazes her slit, she’s wet.

“Dane… please…”

“Patience.”

“It’s torture, that’s what it is…”

My palm connects with her ass cheek, and the sound reverberates through the room. The rosy print has me growling low in my throat.

“You want my cock, princess?”

“So bad…”

I indulge her because, in the end, one truth remains: I can’t deny her. We could never deny each other.

Guiding my dick to her pussy, I slide it up and down her slit. Teasing her, I slip just my head inside of her. She sucks in a breath.

“Please…” She fists the sheet, moaning low.

“What do you need?” I ask.

She huffs, eyeing me over her shoulder with blue eyes burning in desire.