Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

for most of the night. And it started to rain just before dawn. I picked you up and ran for the stairs, wrapped up in the blanket and nothing else.”
    “We were laughing so hard we were afraid the neighbors would come out.” She turned to gesture Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    toward the sea. “This is my world. The place I want to share with you.“ She looked into his eyes and found them mesmerizing. ”I’ve never wanted to share it with anyone else, Sasha.“
    “You’re shivering.”
    “Am I?” She really hadn’t noticed. His skin was hard and hot and he smelled fresh and clean and masculine. She had needed him for so long, hurt for so long, she almost couldn’t comprehend that he was with her. Having him there with the ocean booming endlessly in the background, with the stars overhead, seemed such a gift, surreal, a dream she wanted to live in forever. The past and future seemed far away.
    Reality was his arms and little else.
    “You are.” He left a trail of kisses along her neck. “Let’s go inside.”
    Abigail shook her head as her fingers tangled in his hair, as she smoothed the silken strands and laid her head against his chest. She wanted him to hold her like this, out under the stars where she could hear the call of the sea and feel the cleansing breeze on her face. She didn’t want to feel afraid. She didn’t want to remember anything but his touch and his body and the way he loved her.
    Abigail pulled out of his arms and reached for the hem of her tight tank top. She drew it over her head and tossed it aside. Aleksandr thought he’d remembered every line of her body, every generous curve, but the sight of her soft breasts encased in her lace bra, the cool air tightening her nipples into inviting peaks, brought a rush of desire so strong it shook him.
    “Let’s make a bed out here,” she suggested, her voice low and sensual. She raised her arms toward the sky, embracing the night, her long hair flowing around her like a silken cloak.
    “Are you certain, Abbey? It’s cool out tonight.”
    She half-turned her head, her exotic eyes and hair lending her a fey appearance in the light spilling down from the moon. “I’m certain. It’s very sheltered out here. We can use the hot tub and the shower’s right inside.”
    “Abbey…” His throat constricted. “If you want me to just hold you tonight, I’ll keep to that. I meant what I said. I’m in this for the long run.”
    She sent another one of those smiles he couldn’t interpret, slow, seductive, and just a little bit out of reach. “I want tonight. Give me tonight, Sasha, and we can sort the rest of it out later.”
    Aleksandr turned up the temperature on the hot tub and went back inside to return with the mattress and sheets. While Abbey made up the bed, he brought out several comforters and large bath sheets.
    “This is a wonderful house,” Abigail said. “A brilliant design. So many of the houses along the coast fit so nicely with the setting.”
    “You love living here, don’t you?”
    She sent him a faint smile. “It’s home. Of course I love it. The sound of the ocean comforts me and every time I look at it, I feel peace. It doesn’t matter if it’s calm or turbulent, there’s something soothing about the sea.”
    He reached for her, pulled her closer. “That’s how I feel about you. You remind me of your sea. So Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    often fishermen will say the sea is their mistress and she’s in their blood.” He kissed her neck, stroked his hands from her breasts to her belly. The golden links of the chain around her waist were already cooling in the night air but served to fuel the growing heat in his groin. “You’re in my blood, Abbey. I don’t even want to get you out.”
    He heard the soft hiss of a zipper as she stepped away from him. The hungry ache intensified to an agonizing fullness. She slid the pair of black jeans slowly over her hips and down the length of her legs, stepping out of them so that she stood on the deck wearing only her red lace bra and panties and a pair of black high heels.
    “You’re killing me, Abbey,” he admitted softly, dropping his hand to the rock hard bulge straining against his slacks. “I’ve dreamt of you coming to me, but my fantasies don’t quite live up to the real thing.”
    The light from the moon surrounded her so that her skin appeared to be a