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Her cheeks pinken a little. “My sisters.”
Ah. “Remind me to send them a couple of very nice gifts.”
She laughs, but says, “Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Chapter 26
Abigail
“Are we going to be late for the meeting?” I ask as Torin stretches out alongside me, running his hand over my stomach.
“No one will bother us,” he says. “I’m the prince. I do what I want.” He gives me a wink. “Not that it doesn’t annoy the fuck out of some people. But no one’s going to knock on that door, I promise you.”
This man was made to be naked. He looks so damned good. I can still feel him in my mouth and I want to do that again. I want more time to explore him with my lips and tongue. And to really relish all the reactions that gets from him.
But this is our wedding night. I shiver with that realization. I get to have him, like this, every night for the next year.
“You are going to be such a good cowgirl, Abigail.”
A swirl of heat goes through me from head to toe.
I’m not sure why Torin’s praise makes me feel hot, but it really does.
It’s not that I haven’t been praised in my life. One of my theories—because of course I’ve pondered this—is that it’s because I started to tune praise out as a kid since I actually got a lot of it. But it was always about my intelligence or accomplishments. It’s just kind of hot to be wanted for something else. Something more human. More raw and primal.
“I don’t know anything about being a cowgirl.”
He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh but stops short of my pussy.
“I’m very happy to coach you through this,” he tells me. “Very happy.”
“Well, you know that I’ve always been an A+ student,” I tease.
I’m teasing. A hot guy. I didn’t know I could do that.
And it’s working. He looks turned on and very pleased with me.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you’re going to pass with flying colors.” He drags a hand up to cup a breast. He plays with my nipple and I’m already wriggling, wanting more.
I roll toward him. “Just tell me what to do.”
“You just get on and ride,” he tells me with a grin.
My gaze moves up and down his body. “Oh.”
I love how blunt and graphic he is in bed and about sex. I don’t like that words can get misconstrued and misused, but with Torin that doesn’t happen. He says what he thinks and feels and wants and there’s no mistaking any of it.
He chuckles. “Yeah, oh.” Then he grabs both my hips and drags me over on top of him as he rolls onto his back.
He grasps one of my thighs and pulls it over his body, so I’m straddling him. Then his hands settle on my hips, and he presses me against his cock.
His hard length moves between my pussy lips and rubs over my clit. I moan and rock my pelvis, increasing the pressure.
“That’s my girl,” he encourages, one hand splaying over my ass.
“Do you have a condom this time?” I ask.
