A Breath of Heaven: El Camino Real by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online

away and aroused,
heavily aroused. Abby could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. She
stared, mesmerized and confused. Was that for her? “Me? Call your name? Never!”
Lie. Lie. All lies.
    “So, you do masturbate, don’t you? At
least I admit that much.” He reached out for her.
    And when he did, Abby turned and ran like
the devil himself was after her. She sprinted across the room, down the hall,
into her bedroom and slammed the door. And locked it. Then, she leaned back
against it, clasping her heart, trying to catch her breath. She wasn’t scared
of Cade. She was scared of herself.
    Abby Grace King wanted Cade Tallbull more
than she wanted life.
    But she couldn’t have him. Ever.
    She was just about to step away from the
door when she heard him…
    “Abby?” Cade’s whispered voice came from
the other side of the door. She jumped. “Abby?”
    “Go away, Cade.” She begged, desperate to
have him – desperate to keep him at arm’s length. 
    “I’m going to be in bed just on the other
side of the wall, thinking about you. Listen for me, Abby. You just might hear
me moaning your name when I cum.”
    “Oh, God,” she whispered. “I’m gonna kill
him.”
    She heard him chuckle as he turned and
went to his door.
    “Goodnight, Abby,” he called. “Dream about
me.”

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Cade walked into his room with a swagger.
So far, his plan was working. He was getting to her, he could tell. Of course,
he always could. This time seemed different somehow. If he wasn’t terribly
mistaken, he’d seen hunger in her eyes, a sexual hunger directed straight at
him. God, he hoped he was right.
    Reaching into his pocked, his fingers came
into contact with something smooth and cool. Dang, the necklace! He’d forgotten
to give it to her. Pulling it out of his pocket, he cupped it in his hand. She
was going to love this. Maybe he’d slip it on her himself. Yea, that’s what
he’d do.
    Shedding his clothes, he ambled toward the
bathroom. A shower would feel good. As he walked, he stripped, leaving a trail
of clothes. By the time he was standing next to the tiled shower, he was naked.
Opening the glass door, he flipped on the water and directed the shower head
toward the back wall. While the water temperature adjusted, Cade checked his
reflection in the mirror, trying to decide if he wanted to shave tonight or in
the morning. Hell, morning sounded good to him. He smiled to himself as he
flexed, not really seeing his reflection. Being with Abby again was wonderful,
even if they did bait one another at every opportunity. Oh, he wanted more –
but this was good, a good start. Man’s favorite sport was women and Cade was
ready to play. Only this wasn’t a game with Abby and he didn’t intend to lose –
this was real and the prize was a future together. 
    “Tonight’s the night,” he sang,
remembering an old Rod Stewart song. “Spread your wings…” Every word out of his
mouth conjured an image of lying Abby down, stripping her of whatever little
nothing she wore to bed and opening her thighs so he could come inside. “Fuck,”
he groaned, running a soapy hand over his throbbing cock. Leaning his head on
the tile wall, Cade stroked himself, rubbing his balls and pulling on his hard
length as he imagined pushing deep into Abby’s tender pussy. “If only…” he
muttered.
    For a few seconds, he gave in, pumping his
cock in his fist. “So close,” he whispered and he wasn’t referring to an
orgasm, he was thinking of the object of his desire – she was almost close
enough to touch.
    “Hell!”
    Removing his hand, he rinsed and shut off
the water, stepping out of the shower with his cock rock-hard and strutted. He
had better plans for this erection other than jerking off under the spray. If
he had to touch himself for satisfaction, the least he could do was be as near
to her as possible.
    In a few minutes he was through, dried and
in bed. Stretching out, he listened. Hot damn, the