Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

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    “This is ridiculous, Abbey, it’s just a silly name.” When she kept looking at him he made an attempt to shrug casually. “When I was in the home where I was raised, there was one woman who was really good to us. She sang us a lullaby at night, or when one of the younger boys was hurt or afraid. She would sometimes use that particular term.”
    “And that’s the lullaby you always sang to me.” There was a lump in her throat. For the first time she thought of the difference in how they were raised. A little boy in a home with many other little boys. No parents to dote on them and no house filled with love and laughter. She framed his face with her hands. “I love that song.”
    Relief flashed briefly in his eyes. “I do too, but I know it’s one of those leftover childish things we all try to get rid of.”
    “It makes you human, Sasha. I think you try very hard not to feel emotion. That’s really not a good thing.”
    “It’s sometimes necessary for survival.”
    She ached inside for him. For both of them. His life was so different and yet, the same as hers. “I’m going to hate it if you were right.”
    “About what?”
    “That we should be together.” She nearly clapped her hand over her mouth, but the words had escaped before she could stop them. It had to be the red panties talking. She certainly couldn’t be so close to him and not feel his breath on her skin and ache for his body in hers.
    “I am right.”
    A small smile curved her mouth. “You always think you are. Let’s go in before I get into any more trouble.” She opened her door quickly, sliding out into the cool night air before he could stop her.

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    He quickly got out, too, and his gaze swept the parking lot, the building, and street, the way it always did. Careful. Meticulous. Noting every detail. Committing the layout to memory. Aleksandr swept his arm around Abigail and drew her to the wall behind one of the many large bushes. His body pressed against hers, his shoulders blocking out the light from the porch. He pinned her wrists to the wall on either side of her head.
    She seemed small and light, her soft curves tight against his chest. Memories flooded him. The warmth of her skin, the feel and texture like satin. Her hair pouring over his body like a silken waterfall. Her touch.
    Her taste. Her mouth teasing his senses into a terrible craving. Her body moving with perfect rhythm under his.
    A man had only so much discipline. He’d been too many months without laughter or sunshine. Too many nights without the comfort of her soft body. He couldn’t wait until he’d convinced her. He even knew he was rushing her, but it was too late. With a small groan, he bent his head to hers.
    Her lips were cool and soft and seemed to melt beneath his. He teased her mouth with his tongue, running over the seam of her lips to coax her to open for him. Need was hot and greedy, clawing at his gut and spreading lower, racing through his veins with a kind of voracious hunger to harden his body into an intolerable ache.
    He kissed her again and again, unable to get enough, unable to tear himself away from her. His body pushed aggressively against hers and he gathered her into his arms, dragged her so close there was barely room for clothes between them. He felt starved for her. He shook with desire. With a ferocious need to just hold her to him forever.
    “I want time to stop, Abbey. I want everyone to go away and let us just be together.” He whispered it against her ear, returned to her mouth. Fire and honey, a combination he could never resist. She turned his world upside down and made him feel as if he had everything. As if everything he did was worthwhile.
    “How do you do it?” he murmured, bringing her hair to his lips. “How do you make me feel so out of control when my entire life is all about control?”
    “Don’t talk. Kiss me.” Abigail slipped her arms around his neck, her mouth moving over his, back and forth, tiny teasing kisses designed to drive him crazy. “Again, Sasha. Kiss me again.”
    Her voice slipped past his guard and went straight to his heart. Damn her for her ability to bring him to his knees. He’d always been a strong man, able to stand alone, until he met her. Now he felt incomplete, lost even. He’d never felt alone or had really known the meaning of the word until she was gone from him.
    He kissed her with