Groaning, she shook her head, reminding herself of why she’d risked sneaking over here this morning. It was a morning much like this just two months ago, that she’d snuck into this very room. But this time she didn’t strip off her clothing. Instead, fully dressed she stretched out beside him, propped her head on one hand, and reached out with the other to stroke his hard abdomen.

His skin was firm, and his muscles rippled over her fingers as she slid them upward, kneading his firm chest. His chest rumbled, much like a large lion purring, as his green eyes opened and captured her in their gaze. Wrapping his large hands over her shoulders, he dragged her on top of him and pulled her head down to his.

Seizing her mouth with his, he rubbed his lips back and forth over hers until they parted. Thrusting his tongue inside, he stroked every inch of her mouth, exploring every crevice. Cupping her face in his large, warm hands, the man kissed her senseless. Erin enjoyed the erotic sensations of her tongue dueling with his. Her toes curled in her sneakers, and her body tingled with growing arousal. Erin sucked on his tongue, and was rewarded when he moaned.

She was totally breathless when he finally pulled away. “Good morning,” she gasped.

“It certainly is.” Abel’s voice was deep and low, as he stroked her back and bottom with his hands.

Erin could feel his cock growing beneath the sheet, pressing into her belly. She slipped her hand down and cupped his hard length through the thin sheet, squeezing and shaping it as she stroked up and down. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He gripped her hand in his, pushing it harder against his erection. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Leaning down, Erin nuzzled his chest, loving the crisp feel of his body hair against her nose. She nipped at his chest playfully, biting and licking his hard muscles, before lapping at one of his small male nipples. Abel wrapped his hand around the back of her head and held her there as she used her tongue to tease and delight him.

She tightened the hand that she had wrapped around his cock, gripping him hard as she began to move it up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder and quicker.

“Why do you still have clothes on?” he muttered as he tugged at her top.

Laughing she released him and rolled off him, standing up next to the bed. Gripping the ends of her top, she flipped it up to give him a glimpse of the soft skin beneath.

“Don’t tease me, honey.” He threw back the sheet exposing his engorged cock. “I’m a man in need.”

Erin licked her lips and Abel groaned. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the slit at the tip of his cock. Her panties were already soaked, her pussy soft, wet and ready for him.

Lying naked on the bed, disheveled, and totally aroused, Erin thought he was the most gorgeous man in the world. The early morning stubble of his beard, and his heavy-lidded green-eyed gaze made him look sexy as hell. She could almost come just from looking at him. Her breasts ached with need and she cupped them with her hands, rubbing her fingers over the pointy tips that were visible from beneath her shirt.

“Strip for me, baby.” His command made her even hotter, and she shivered as she watched him grip his cock and stroke himself. “Get naked and ride me.”

Her temperature soared as she yanked her top over her head. Abel never took his eyes off her as he continued to pump his shaft with his hand. Just as she reached for the front closure of her bra, a distant sound caught her ears. Abel’s house was set too far back from the main road for it to be just someone passing by. She came back down to earth with a solid thump.

Racing to the window, she saw a cloud of dust moving closer by the second. “Omigod, someone’s coming.” Frantically, she grabbed her top and yanked it back over her head.

“Who cares?” he cajoled. “They’ll go away. Come here.” Then he closed his eyes and groaned. “Shit! I bet it’s Jackson.”

Erin started for the door, but Abel reached out and grabbed her, toppling her back onto the bed. Throwing one of his large thighs over her legs, he pinned her to the mattress. The sound of the vehicle was getting closer and closer, and she struggled to escape Abel’s grasp.

The devil just laughed and planted a quick hard kiss on her lips. “Good morning, Erin.”

She shot him a harried glance. “I should have known better than to try and sneak over here this morning.”

“Why did you?” He tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ear.

“I missed you.” She knew her eyes were filled with love as she stared up at him. His green eyes softened for a moment before blazing with passion. He was bending towards her when a truck door slammed.

Erin’s head came up off the bed so fast, she smacked Abel in the nose. Laughing, he rolled off her, rubbing his nose as he did. “It’s not funny,” she hissed in a low whisper. “I can’t be caught here this morning of all mornings.”

Abel seemed to catch her distress and heaved himself off the bed just as Jackson’s voice called up from below. “Are you up yet?”

“Yeah,” he yelled back. “I’ll be down after I get a shower. Start a pot of coffee.”

Erin shrank back against the wall, praying her brother wouldn’t come upstairs. “Are you gonna leave me like this?” Abel’s cock bobbed as he sauntered towards her.

“Just think of it as foreplay.” Erin was desperate for escape. Scurrying to the window, she shoved it up higher, and then swung one of her legs over the sill. She already had one foot planted on the roof when Abel grabbed her wrist in his hand.

“Be careful,” he admonished her. “You need to be healthy for later tonight.” He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex. “Nice and wet.” His fingers rubbed her slit and she widened her legs. “Don’t wear any underwear when you get ready later.”

She made a sound of protest, but he silenced it with a kiss. “I want you naked underneath that dress. Hot, wet, and waiting for me.”

Erin nodded urgently, at this point willing to agree to anything so that he would let her go. She hurried onto the roof, but he was right behind her. Holding her by the wrists, he lowered her to the porch roof. Erin swung herself over the side and dropped the short distance to the ground. Abel watched her while she raced back across the fields.

He’d just climbed back in through the window when Jackson’s voice drifted in from the hallway. “Is she gone yet?”

Abel’s eyes narrowed as his friend leaned casually against the doorway. The smug look on Jackson’s face suddenly penetrated his foggy brain. “You bastard. How the hell did you know she was here?” Clenching his hands, he propped his fists on his hips and glared at Jackson.

“I didn’t. Until now.” Jackson just laughed and glanced knowingly at Abel’s prominent erection. “I figured Erin wouldn’t be able to stay away.” Pushing and straightening himself away from the doorframe, he sauntered towards Abel and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just say we’re even now for the times you snuck around behind my back. A little abstinence and frustration is good for you. It’ll make you appreciate her more later.”

Abel grinned wryly and chuckled. “Go make me breakfast while I shower.” Stalking out of the room, he headed towards the bathroom.

“Yes, dear.” Jackson’s mocking laugher followed him down the hallway, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

The wind rustled through the trees as Abel stared down at the beautiful woman standing next to him in the garden. The slight breeze ruffled the wisps of hair that had escaped her fancy braid. His fingers itched to smooth the flyaway hair out of her face.

Listening to her promise to love and cherish him for the rest of their lives made his chest tighten with emotion. This was a woman who kept her promises, a woman a man would be proud to have by his side for a lifetime, a woman to grow old with.

She looked beautiful in a strapless white dress that fell to just above her ankles. The material clung to her curves, accentuating her femaleness. Abel knew she damned well wasn’t wearing a bra with that dress. But what really had him sweating was wondering if she was wearing any panties beneath it. Her legs were covered with white stockings, and Abel shook himself slightly as the thought of Erin wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings occupied his mind.

“Abel.” He looked down at Erin as she tugged on his arm. His brain registered the fact that there was total silence around them, and everyone was staring at him.

The minister cleared his voice. “The ring,” he prompted.

Jackson stood beside him, barely holding back his laughter as he handed Abel the ring. Abel just shrugged, unwilling to apologize for his actions. He took the thick gold band from Jackson and slipped it onto Erin’s finger. Then held out his hand as she did the same for him. Taking her smaller, work worn hand firmly in his, Abel gazed down into her laughing blue eyes, and repeated the vows that would bind them together. Forever.

Her eyes were misty by the time he was finished. Her gaze was solemn as she repeated her own vows to him. He held her hand tight as the minister blessed them. As quick as that, it was all over, and they were turning to face the small crowd that had gathered in the garden of the Connors homestead. The moment the minister told him he could kiss the bride, Abel heaved a sigh of relief. It was over now, and she was his.

Cupping her smiling face in his hands, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. She gasped and her lips parted slightly. Abel couldn’t resist the temptation and his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming it for himself. She tasted so damned enticing, an addictive combination of sweetness and woman.