Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

letting it drop to the deck.
    “Let your hair down.”
    “You’re definitely feeling stronger. You’re turning bossy on me.” She dragged the clip from her hair, allowing the mass of red hair to tumble free to her waist.
    “I don’t have much to do but think about you while I’m here all alone.”
    Abigail glanced at the tray beside the chair. “Aunt Carol was here.”
    “With her Reginald. They stayed a couple of hours. He’s an interesting man.”
    She eyed the basket of fruit beside his chair. “Hannah stopped by, too, didn’t she? And the magazines are from Joley. Kate must have brought the collection of books. I know Libby checked on you.”

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    He smiled as his hands slid over her bare skin, shaping her hips. “Sarah and Damon stopped in as well.
    And Jonas.” His smile widened to a boyish grin. “Inez and the Red Hat ladies came by and they left dinner in the fridge. They said just to heat it.”
    “When did you have time to think about me?” She shook back her hair, knowing he loved the feel and look of it.
    “Every damn minute. And it was hell hiding my hard-on from everyone. I had to have a lap blanket. I dreamt of you, just like this, standing in front of me with your hair glowing like a halo in the sun. You are so damn beautiful.”
    “I think you’re delirious. Maybe too much sun.” But she couldn’t help the lick of excitement and pleasure curling through her.
    “You don’t see yourself at all the way I see you.” He leaned back in his chair and feasted his gaze on her. With the sun behind her, she looked more beautiful than ever. “I love you more than I can ever express, Abbey. Why is it I’m always feeling like you’re slipping through my fingers and I can’t quite catch you?”
    “I have no idea.” She perched on the edge of the hot tub in her black thong and bra, her skin pale looking rose petal soft. “You might remove the lap blanket so I can see what I’m getting myself into.”
    Her shapely leg swung back and forth. “I dragged you out of the ocean and made a bargain with the devil to save your life. What more do you need me to do to show you I’m not going anywhere?”
    “I’m not certain Prakenskii actually qualifies as a devil.” Aleksandr threw off the blanket, revealing his nudity without a hint of modesty. “Jonas was very suspicious that you helped Ilya escape. He told me the footprints led into the sea, but it looked more like a setup than reality. Jonas questioned me again about it. Fortunately I was unconscious when Prakenskii was there, so I didn’t have to lie.”
    “I didn’t lie to Jonas,” Abigail said, her gaze growing hotter as it dropped from his bandaged torso to his full groin. “I hope you kept that blanket over you when all your visitors were fussing over you.”
    “You told him Prakenskii was long gone, that he saved your life and then mine.”
    “Which was the absolute truth.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “I love the way you miss me, Sasha.” She cupped his aching sac in her palm, fingers caressing the base of his shaft. “You always make me feel beautiful.”
    “You are beautiful.”
    “And that you need me desperately.”
    “I do need you desperately.” He closed his eyes at the sheer pleasure coursing through his body at her touch. She had magic fingers. A magic mouth and body. And when she was touching him the way she was now, she made him feel as if she loved him more than anything in the world.
    “I want to make love to you properly,” he said, looking down at the top of her head. Her hair shone, a vibrant red that never failed to make him want to touch the silky strands. He wrapped his fist in the mass.
    “I want to be inside you, Abigail.”
    “You’re so impatient.” Her tongue flicked out, her warm breath engulfing him.

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    Aleksandr trailed his fingers over her breast. He smiled when she shivered in reaction. “When are you going to marry me?”
    “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about marriage when we were making love.” She teased him with a gentle scrape of her teeth, another slow lick of her tongue. “We agreed it was unfair to cheat like that.”
    “No, we didn’t. I want to get married immediately.” He nearly came out of the chair as her hot mouth closed over him and she sucked, flicking her tongue back and forth.