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wanted
to.
    We got under the covers and kissed,
our bodies still pressed together. I dry humped her, rubbing my
pelvis against hers and letting her feel how hard I was. If I’d
been any less experienced, I would’ve popped. But I’d learned to
control my urges.
    Someday I would make proper love to
her, when the threat of losing each other was gone.
    If it was ever gone.
    I licked her nipples, going back and
forth and making each one stand at attention; I put my thumb inside
her belly button; I worked my hand into her jeans.
    Past her panties.
    Down.
    Farther down.
    To her clit.
    She nearly jumped off the bed. I’d hit
her hot little button. Her eyes drifted half-closed. She whispered
my name, so warm, so feathery.
    I upped the ante, putting my fingers
inside, yet still keeping a pulse on her clit. Her muscles went
taut, the heat between her legs deliciously wet.
    Making her come was my mission, and I
did it well.
    Abby lifted her hips and thrashed with
pleasure. She opened her eyes. I was braced on one elbow, watching
her expression, and she dragged me down for a kiss.
    We rolled over the bed, kicking the
covers out of our way. She rubbed me through my jeans, producing
feel-good friction. Satan himself couldn’t have tempted me more.
But I refrained from yanking off my pants.
    Good-bad me.
    This wasn’t the time, and I was
determined to wait. We slowed down, floating in a sea of
togetherness. But that didn’t stop her from climaxing again, her
paper wings taking flight.
    And sprinkling glitter all over
me.

Chapter Twelve
     
    In the afterglow, she smiled, and my
heart raced to the moon. It was the best sexual experience I’d ever
had, and I hadn’t even gotten laid.
    She nudged my fly. “You’re still
hard.”
    “ I can’t help it. You have
that effect on me.”
    “ Can I see?”
    Little minx. She was flashing a dimple
in the corner of her mouth that rarely made an appearance. “We
already established the rules, missy. I’m keeping my pants
on.”
    “ Come on, Seven. Just let
me peek into your jeans.”
    Holy mother. I stared at her smile. At
her dimple. She was going to be the destruction of me yet. “All
right. One peek.”
    I unzipped my pants. This made me feel
like I was in middle school and I’d never even gone to school. I
wasn’t formally educated. I just knew what I knew.
    I opened the denim a tad wider, and
she glanced at the body part in question. It preened under her
attention, bopping forward.
    When she reached in to touch it, I
pulled my jeans closed. “No way, Abby. We’re not going
there.”
    “ Drat.” She watched me zip
my jeans. “I really like how it looked. Big and hard and milky at
the tip.”
    Lord. Jesus. She sounded like a porno.
“Okay. I get the picture. It turned you on. But no more talk about
it.”
    She nuzzled closer. “When the danger
is over, we’re going to be together for real, right?”
    “ Absolutely. I’ll make
love to you every night.” I would use my piercing on her, too. I
would do everything I craved to do. Nothing would be off limits.
“The bedroom is going to be our playground.” I Frenched her to
prove my point, making both of us warm and melty.
    She blinked at me when the kiss was
over. “What if the warrior doesn’t show up?”
    That was a definite possibility, but
as always I tried to convince her not to worry. “Don’t fret about
it. It’ll happen.”
    “ We’ve been waiting for
him for a long time. Since I was twelve and Vanessa was
thirteen.”
    “ I know, but he was young
then, too, remember?” They’d created him to be the same age as
Vanessa. “He couldn’t take on his duties as the warrior until he
became a man.”
    “ He should be all grown up
by now.”
    “ And he’s out there
somewhere, getting ready to make himself known.”
    “ Are you sure?”
    “ I’m positive.” That was a
lie, of course. I wasn’t sure of anything. All I could do was hope
that it came to fruition.
    She relaxed in my arms. “I’ve