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Chapter Nine
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Think about the bestdream you’ve ever had. One where you get absolutely everything you want and life, even in that short period of time, feels perfect. Now multiply that feeling by a hundred and you might have a small idea of how I feel in this moment.
Abel moves above me with skilled perfection, taking my body to new heights with each thrust of his hips. I’m lost to the sensation. To the feeling. To the pleasure that courses through me.
It’s as if he’s known my body forever...studied it for hours on end and knows exactly what it needs. I am his guitar and he knows exactly how to move along the chords to make me play in perfect key.
We’re ravenous for each other. Biting and clawing, crying out in the sweetest kind of agony a person can experience. Over and over again we climb. Over and over again we fall. It’s like playing your favorite song on repeat. No matter how many times you hear it, you can’t wait for it to start again.
Abel is my new favorite song. The track I will play on repeat in my memories for the rest of the time I have left on this earth and maybe even after.
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“Well, if you’re goalwas to get me in your bed. I guess you could say you succeeded.” I snuggle into Abel’s chest, loving the way it vibrates with his laughter.
“If memory serves, you were the one who asked me to bring you here,” he reminds me, his hand trailing softly up my spine causing my skin to prickle.
“For the record, Dean Presley has nothing on you.” I smile when his chest vibrates beneath my cheek again.
“Take that, Dean Presley.” He wags his fist in the air playfully.
Silence once again envelops us but there’s nothing awkward about it. In fact, it’s maybe the most comfortable silence I’ve ever experienced.
After a few minutes, Abel shifts and I look up to see he’s looking down at me. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?” he asks.
I glance at the clock on his bedside table, realizing it’s already after three in the morning.
“I could eat,” I admit, food being the furthest thing from my mind until he mentioned it. I guess you could say we worked up quite the appetite, despite the fact that three hours ago I was stuffed beyond belief.
“Come on. I’m sure I’ve got something edible in the kitchen.” He sits up, taking me with him.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll meet you in there in a minute,” I tell him, wrapping the sheet around myself before rolling out of the bed.
I pad across the hardwood floor to the large en suite bathroom, flipping on the light before closing the door behind me.
The first thing I do is look in the mirror. I laugh when I catch sight of myself. Tangled, wild hair, bright pink cheeks, and swollen lips. I look exactly how I pictured I would. The thought makes me smile wider.
I reach up and trace my fingers along my bottom lip, the feeling of Abel’s mouth on mine burned so deeply into my memory I don’t think there’s a way I could ever forget it, and I don’t want too either.
Tonight has been the best night of my life. In every single way imaginable but one. The lingering thought of what I know comes next is right there, pounding through my mind.
I look away from my reflection, not willing to let myself go there right now. My time with Abel is quickly running out and I don’t want to waste a single second of what little we have left worrying over something I can’t change or even control.
When I reenter the master bedroom a couple of minutes later, Abel isn’t there. The large king sized bed is a scattered mess of pillows, blankets, and sheets. I shake my head, my gaze going to the bedside table where everything but the lamp has been knocked to the floor. I stifle a laugh, remembering the moment when it all went tumbling down.
I hear cabinets opening and closing in the distance and for a brief moment I close my eyes and imagine a world where this is my life. Where hearing something as simple as Abel rustling around in the kitchen makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
Shaking away the thought, I force my eyes open, eventually making my way around the room to gather my clothing that’s strewn across the floor. I quickly dress and try to finger brush the tangles out of my hair as I exit the bedroom and head down the hallway into the main living space.
I didn’t really get a chance to see Abel’s apartment when we came in, as we were a little too preoccupied for him to give me the tour, so I take the opportunity to look around as I head toward the kitchen.
The space is sparse but modernly decorated. While it’s definitely masculine in design, I wouldn’t call it a bachelor pad. It’s much toogrown upfor that term. Dark woods, black leather furniture, and gray accents fill the living room. Floor to ceiling windows line the exterior wall, giving off a beautiful view of the city lights through the sheer curtains that hang in front of them.
I turn toward the kitchen/dining area which sits along the far interior wall and is open to the rest of the room.
