I'm torching this thing when I get it home....
She hesitated at the waistband of her black panties. It was sheer torture for him.
"You changing your mind?" Please, don't change your mind. That'd be downright cruel, and he wasn't sure he could survive it. Not after they'd come this far.
Shaking her head, she slid them down her legs slowly. Seductively.
Dayam ...
He thought he was going to die as he saw her naked. She was exquisite. And he was so hard now, he felt like he was about to explode. Before he could catch another thought, she was back in his seat, straddling him again as if she was as eager for him as he was for her.
Ah yeah ... he could die right now without regret. This was what he'd been craving.
She raised up on her knees and pulled at his shirt.
Gladly, Jess let her strip him. He was as desperate to feel her skin on his as she was. Never in his life had he seen anything hotter or felt anything sexier than her breasts pressing against his bare flesh. He ran his hands through her hair, inhaling the scent of it as it stirred around them.
While he was far from celibate, he'd never been with a woman before who knew him. As a human, because of Bart, he'd been branded an outlaw at age thirteen. So by the time he was with a woman, he'd known better than to let her know his real identity. Or anything about him that she could tell or sell to someone out to put a bullet in him.
Then after he'd become a Dark-Hunter, he'd been expressly forbidden from telling anyone about their existence. He'd had to hide his fangs, his age.
Everything.
Only Abigail knew the truth about him. And it made this moment all the hotter. There was no fear of slipping up by letting her tongue brush against his fangs. Or having to be careful when he nibbled her since she might notice his longer teeth.
For once he could be himself, and that was the most incredible feeling of all.
He ran his tongue over her breast, savoring the ridges in her hardened nipple. Her skin smelled like the sweetest nectar imaginable. And the sensation of her hands in his hair ...
If he died tonight, it'd be worth it.
She would be worth it.
All of a sudden, she let out a soft giggle. The uncharacteristic sound surprised him. "What are you laughing at?"
Her face turned bright red. "It's too cheesy to even mention."
Yeah, there was something a man didn't want to hear in this situation. What did I do? "Now, hon, you can't leave me hanging like that. I have to know."
Please don't be laughing at me.
She bit her lip. The expression was so playful and adorable that it made his stomach flutter. "I was thinking of the phrase, save a horse, ride a cowboy."
He laughed. "Well, baby, you can ride me any time you get the urge." He feigned deadly earnest. "I'm here for you."
She wrinkled her nose as she leaned him back in the seat. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He slid his hand up her thigh until he found what he was seeking. She was warm and wet and she let out a deep moan as he lightly fingered her.
Abigail couldn't breathe as Jess slid his fingers deep into her body. Oh yeah, that was what she'd been desperate for. And it set her entire body on fire. Kissing his lips, she rose up and allowed him to guide her down onto him.
She sucked her breath in sharply at the sensation of him hard and full inside her.
This ... this was heaven.
Her heart pounding, she rode him slow and gentle, savoring every inch of him. She laved his neck as she ran her hands over his muscled chest. He had a number of scars marring his flesh. Most looked like knife wounds or from barb wire. But a few were obvious bullet wounds.
Anger whipped through her that anyone would hurt him like that.
Until she remembered that she would have killed him, too.
Thank God, I didn't. And she was grateful to whatever power had brought them together. Most importantly to the one that had kept her from hurting him.
Not even the sight of the double bow and arrow mark of a Dark-Hunter on his arm could detract from this moment. Even it looked like it had hurt when he received it.
She'd never thought about that before. Dark-Hunters had their souls stripped from them. How much agony did Artemis put them through when she took it?
Abigail knew from her own experience, when her own soul had withered and died the night she lost her parents, how bad it hurt to lose one. Her scar had never healed.
Neither had his ...
Jess let her take control of their pleasure as he ran the back of his hand across her breast. He enjoyed watching her love him, watching the light in her eyes that touched a part of him he liked to pretend didn't exist. It made him remember long forgotten things that he'd buried deep inside.
As a human, all he'd ever really wanted was a calm, peaceful home with a good woman by his side. Someone he could grow old with, who would make him laugh and give him a reason to look forward to the next day.
And the ones thereafter.
A woman like Abigail.
She was a little more challenging than what he'd had in mind. But sometimes, cravings left out important, if not irritating, details. He actually liked her stubbornness. Most of all, her spirit.
More than that, there was a spark inside her. A fire that warmed him through and through.
Abigail smiled as Jess took her hand and led it to his lips so that he could kiss and nibble her knuckles. It was so sweet. Until he nipped her flesh with his fangs. Not too hard, but enough to send a quick rush through her.
There was nothing sexier than her cowboy. Nothing hotter than feeling him inside and outside her body while he held her close and loved her.
It was the headiest of mixtures. One so hot that it sent her straight over the edge. Throwing her head back, she felt her body release. She lost herself to that one moment of sheer perfection.