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“Brown, but that’s not why I liked them. My mom… she had the same color eyes as me.”
Tabby swallowed her gasp of surprise. He’d mentioned his mother before. During the two-hour trip to Woodbridge, then the hours they spent in the basement before they could leave again, they’d done nothing but talk. So of course he brought her up. Always quickly, though, always a mere mention. She was aware that, like her, Adam’s parents were gone. And while Tabby never brought up hers, and the subject of Adam’s dad never came up… he obviously adored his mother.
And knowing that about her Nightwalker made her adore him even more.
Tabby rose up on her knees, leaning in until her chin brushed the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes just as she pressed her lips to one eyelid, then the next, before kissing him in the corner of his mouth.
Cheek to cheek, his eyes fluttered open.
She put enough space between them to look him dead in his eyes. “The silver is still beautiful.” When he started to argue, she lifted her pointing finger, lining it up against his lips. “These eyes are still beautiful because they’re yours.”
Adam blinked a few times in rapid succession. When he was done, he kept his eyes as wide as he dared with the small amount of light Tabby needed to be able to see him.
She saw affection there. She saw need.
She saw desperation.
Finally.
With an excited giggle, Tabby scooted back before grabbing the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head. She’d been sleeping when Adam showed up so, thank goodness, no bra to worry about. All that was left were her sleep shorts and her panties and, whoops, there they went.
“God, Tab. You’re the one who’s fucking beautiful.”
His tone reverential, Adam was staring at her, gaze seemingly transfixed on her chest. She gave her shoulders a little wiggle, enticing him with the way she made her tits shake.
Her laugh bubbled out of her. “You like?”
He licked his lips. “Very much.”
“You know, you can touch me, too.”
It was like he’d been waiting for permission. As soon as she said that, Adam’s hand shot out, as if he had every intention of grabbing her tit by the palmful. Just when she could sense the tease of his chilly hand against her overheated skin, he froze, then hurriedly pulled his hand back, the top knuckles curving in to hide his claws.
Oh, no. Nope.
Uh-uh.
Tabby lashed her hand out, knowing without understanding quite why she was so sure that he’d find a way to keep his pointed claws from scratching her. She was right. As she slipped her fingers under his, pressing the tips of her fingers to the tips of his claws, Adam went motionless.
“Just like your eyes, champ. These are a part of you.” With her other hand, Tabby laid her fingers over three of Adam’s, stroking the digit until she caressed the entire length of it, including the claw. “Don’t hide them from me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” It was a gruff confession.
“You won’t. I trust you, Adam. You’re only going to make me feel good.”
His stocky body shuddered, though he was still so careful not to press down with his claws. “That’s all I want to do.”
She patted the top of his hand. “Then get naked.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Adam tore off his shirt, throwing it to the floor while Tabby clapped. His boots were next. She let out a small yip when Adam yanked off his jeans, trying to rev him on, let him know that she was as into this as he was.
Hey. It was the least she could do.
While he tugged off his boxers, Tabby eagerly grabbed for the box of condoms. She was glad he’d thought ahead; it didn’t matter that Adam was a paranormal, Tabby always insisted on safe sex. However, as soon as she had pulled out one of the small silver foil packets, Adam gently folded her hand into a fist.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “I hope you know you’re going to be wearing this.”
