AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her breath catches as I take hold of the fabric on either side of her waist, tugging. She leans onto one buttock, letting me pull the skirt up, then shifts to the other side, allowing me to hike the rest of the skirt up. I meet her eyes, give her a grin, then sweep the dress over her head.
Then she’s sitting on the desk in only a tiny white bra, simple white silk panties, and the pink boots I sent her.
And I can barely breathe.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princess,” I rasp.
“Should I take the boots off?” she asks.
“Absolutely not.”
She moans as I run my hand down her side, over the swell of her breast, the dip in her waist, the curve of her hip, and down the outside of her thigh.
I wrap my hand around that thigh and pull, widening the space between her legs and stepping closer. “You okay?” I ask.
She nods.
“Abigail.”
She licks her lips, clearly understanding what I want.
“Yes. I’m…great,” she says.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Love your words. And I want to be sure.”
I press against the center of her chest, laying her back on the papers behind her on the desktop. I run my hand up her inner thigh. “Because I want to talk about your sweet pussy. And how I’ve thought about you while I’ve had my fist around my cock every night since Ami’s wedding. I want to tell you how much I want to see this gorgeous, grumpy farmer spread out and dripping wet and wild and begging me to fuck her until she screams my name.”
“Oh.” It’s kind of a whisper, kind of a moan, kind of a gasp.
I nod. “I get kind of graphic.” Then I lean over and say, “You’ve been warned,” just before I press a kiss to the strip of bare skin on her stomach just above her panties.
Her nipples are hard against the front of her bra, and I can see the exact size and shape of her sweet tits.
I run my hand over her bare stomach. “You like results, right?”
She nods.
“I promise you amazing results if you talk to me this whole time.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Let’s start with this.” I run my hand up and down from the waistband of her panties up between her breasts. I just stroke the silky soft skin and absorb her heat. “How many guys have you been with?”
“Why?” she asks.
Because she said the time I had sex earlier when talking about getting the one tattoo she had and that’s been niggling at me. And because I want to know. “Because I need to know what you can handle. I don’t know if you’re ready for how much I want you. It’s been a long time for me.” And because the things I want to do to this woman are not gentle and sweet.
She frowns. “You’ve been with other women, right?”
“Well, yes. In the past. But not since I’ve been…back to Cara.”
Her eyes get huge. I chuckle.
“The prince thing has taken up some time.” A lot of fucking, frustrating time that hasn’t left me in the mood to entertain. Plus fucking around on the island with my people just didn’t feel right. I could have found women in Louisiana on my visits, and I think I assumed I would, but I just haven’t. Not since I met her. I ask again, “How many men have there been?”
I want to kill them all. With my bare hands. Slowly.
She seems still preoccupied by what I shared about my own sex life. “None,” she says. “I mean, one. Once. A while ago. Two years. No, wait, three.”
