His cock continued to throb, but it was almost a pleasant kind of torture. For a man who liked sex and women as much as he did, he’d all but lost interest in both in the last few months as his work had consumed him. The fact that he was actually thinking about sex again reassured him that he’d done the right thing by coming home. All he needed was a rest. A place to recharge his batteries and rethink his life.

Moving his hands slow as to not frighten his mystery lady, he allowed his hands to follow the line of her spine, gently urging her closer to him. She murmured something in response, but he couldn’t quite understand the words, and at this point he didn’t care. Cupping one of her firm tits in his hand, he used his thumb to rub the hardened nipple.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Abel froze as the sounds of the birds outside the windows penetrated his foggy mind. His hand covering her breast stilled and she made a small sound of disappointment as she gripped it in her own hand and began to move it once again. Prying open his eyes, his dream became a reality. The fragile slope of her neck was moist from his kisses and one creamy shoulder was exposed. The sheet had slipped low and his eyes followed the contours of her side and the indent of her waist, barely catching a glimpse of the side of her breast that was covered by his hand.

“You’re real.” His voice sounded surprised even to him.

“Did you think I was a dream?”

“Yes.”

She was a beauty. Her hair, pushed back from her face, was the color of a cinnamon stick. Pale blue eyes seemed to be cataloguing all his features as she reached out and traced his lips with her finger. Fine skin with a smattering of freckles across her slightly tilted nose, and full, lush lips completed the picture.

All in one motion, Abel grabbed her shoulders and flipped her until she was flat on her back. Rolling on top of her, he covered her body with his, trapping her under him. Capturing her hands, he raised them over her head and held them there with one of his hands. Her back arched and the hard nubs of her breasts stabbed his chest. He almost moaned as he felt her soft curves conform to the hard planes of his body. His arousal was poking her in the stomach, but there was nothing he could do about that. She was totally at his mercy.

Abel was the kind of man that other men walked softly around. Built on a massive scale, he was eight inches over six feet and more than two hundred and fifty pounds, all of it solid muscle.

But it was more than just that. It was the look in his eyes that said he had seen it all and done it all, and nothing scared him any more. Abel hated the thought of frightening a woman, but it couldn’t be helped. He needed answers. The one thing he did remember was that he’d locked the door behind him. If nothing else, this woman was guilty of breaking and entering.

He leaned over her, ready to reassure her that he wouldn’t hurt her if she answered his questions. Bracing himself to ignore the fear in her eyes until he got his answers, he opened his mouth to speak and then clamped it shut. She was smiling at him. A soft, sensual smile that had him swallowing hard.

“I’m glad you’re home, Abel.” Her voice was soft and sultry and made his toes curl. He wanted to hear that voice crying out in pleasure in the dark of the night. All the nerve endings in his body were humming in anticipation of that happening. He would have her, of that there was no doubt, but first he had to find out who the hell she was.

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” Her smile disappeared and he was filled with the ridiculous notion that his words had hurt her somehow. His first instinct was to do whatever it took to have her smile at him again.

“I guess you don’t recognize me.” She closed her pretty blue eyes and took a deep breath as if gathering her strength. “It’s me, Erin.”

For a moment the name didn’t register, but the moment it did, he wanted to throw back his head and howl at the injustice of it all. Erin Connors. His best friend’s little sister. He remembered her as a little girl following his every move with her enormous blue eyes. She’d still been a kid when he left home, and over the years, he’d only caught glimpses of her here and there. Jackson might be the closest thing he had to a brother, but what he was feeling towards Erin right now was certainly anything but brotherly. She sure as hell wasn’t a child any longer. Now, she was a woman grown, and what a woman! Tall and curvy, she fit him perfectly.

Dropping his forehead to hers, he pushed his hips towards her unable to help himself. “God, I wish you weren’t.” His cock throbbed, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from coming on her stomach.

To his surprise, she pushed back, grinding her hips against him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

In spite of his aching arousal, he felt himself smiling as he looked into her disgruntled features. It was amazing. In a short few minutes with this woman, he had experienced more emotions than he had for a long, long time. Arousal, amusement, and curiosity filled him all at once.

“It means that you’re Jackson’s sister and therefore off-limits.” Because he could no longer resist them, he kissed the smattering of freckles on her nose. “Which is too damn bad, because I want to fuck you. Bad.”

She gasped for a moment and he prepared himself to be blasted by her for his blunt words, but she surprised him. “I want that too.” Leaning forward, she licked his lips. “Fuck me, Abel.”

Abel hadn’t expected her to take him quite so literally, but all the reasons why he shouldn’t make love to her were suddenly unimportant as she shifted, cradling his cock against her wet pussy. She was naked in his bed and more than willing.

An awful thought crossed his mind. “Neither of them will come looking for you, will they?” She knew who he meant and was already shaking her head.

“No. I told Jackson I’d be home in time for lunch.”

Abel smiled and glanced at the clock. “That doesn’t give us much time, but we can work around it.”

He felt her surprise as her body jerked slightly. “But it’s just past ten.”

“I know. I’d better get to work.” Releasing her hands, he rolled off her, turning her until her back was to him once more before licking a line down her spine all the way to the dimples just above her luscious ass. He kicked the covers off the bed as he moved until they were both naked. She made a slight sound of distress. “I plan to see and taste every inch of your luscious body, honey, and keep you naked as long as possible.”

“Okay.” Her voice was small and tentative, but the fact that she agreed so readily sent a wave of lust through him that was followed by a rush of tenderness.

Molding his hands over her ass, he squeezed both cheeks. “I love the way you pushed your ass against my cock until it was settled right here between the folds.” He moved his thumbs to the dark cleft and traced a path down towards her feminine heat.

Erin moaned and tried to hide her head under the pillow, but he wouldn’t allow it. Reaching up, he tugged the pillow off her head and smacked it against her bottom before tossing it next to him on the bed. “None of that.” Leaning over, he lightly bit her on the cheek before licking both her dimples. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass and I plan to enjoy every inch of it.”


Erin could hardly believe she was lying naked in Abel’s bed with the bright morning sunshine coming through the window. She felt exposed, yet she also felt decadent and sexy as her sensitive skin brushed the cotton sheets. It was a bit disconcerting to have her behind exposed to him, but the moment she felt his tongue on her flesh she forgot all about being embarrassed.

Her fingers clenched the sheets as his hands continued to shape and mold her bottom. It had never occurred to her that a man would find that part of her anatomy sexy or that she would enjoy his touch so much. She moaned as his clever fingers traced a line down the cleft between her cheeks. Almost against her will, her bottom rose to meet him. He laughed and it was a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine.

His lips were soft and firm as he kissed his way up her back. She could feel his large erection pushing against her bottom. Although she’d read that most men have a hard-on when they awoke in the mornings, she still felt special, as if it was all because of her. One of his large hands gripped her waist, and he pulled her back until his cock was once again sandwiched between the cheeks of her ass.

Once he was satisfied with her position, his hand slid to her stomach before he spread his fingers and combed them through her pubic hair. Slowly, he repeated the motion again and again until she was desperately trying to open her legs. Carefully, he lifted her top leg and placed it over his. It widened her legs enough for him to slip his fingers through her hair and down to the damp folds of her throbbing sex.

Erin whimpered and arched her head back against him. She needed more, but didn’t know how to ask him for what she wanted. He shifted for a moment and she felt his other arm slipping under her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast she didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or to moan with ecstasy she was so aroused. The sound that came out of her throat was somewhere in between.

“You like that, do you?” His breath tickled her ear and sent tingles of sensations through her body.

“Yes.” She wanted to say more, but that was all she could manage. Her body was taut with arousal and she was perched on the edge of orgasm. It was exhilarating and slightly painful as she lay there waiting, anticipating his next move.