When he was done clearing the desk, she tugged his robe off, he yanked her nightgown up then her underwear down and before she’d finished her gasp and stepped out of them, his hands were at her bottom, lifting her and planting her on the desk.
From that point on it went wild. It was rough, hard, wet, completely out of either of their control and every second was absolutely glorious.
Not long later, her back was on the desk and her behind at its edge. Her knees were cocked, her legs pressed high against his sides. One of her arms was wrapped around Cash’s back like she was never going to let go, the other hand in his hair, holding his mouth to hers.
She felt the delicious tightening, she knew what it was, she knew it was coming and, best of all, she knew it was going to be good.
Cash was driving deep. His mouth disengaged from hers and his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with a tender savagery that made her neck arch.
Cash’s lips went to her ear and he growled, “The best thing I’ve done in my whole f**king life is walk into that pub.”
Abby felt her heart squeeze and her breath catch but it was too late, she was too far gone. She couldn’t respond. All she could do was breathe his name.
He drove in deeper and demanded, “I want it.”
She did everything she could to hold back and wait for him.
“Cash,” she whispered.
He ground his h*ps into hers, way deep, beyond delicious, and his fist in her hair pulled her head back further as he ordered, “Give it to me, Abby. I want it.”
Seeing as it was one of the only things she could give to Cash Fraser, Fabulously Rich and Famous International Hot Guy and seeing as she wanted him to have everything he wanted she gave it to him.
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After Cash finished and pulled away, he slid her underwear up her legs himself. After he’d done that, he gently slipped her off the desk to her feet. Holding her close to his body, he replaced her robe then let her go for a moment so he could replace his.
He sat in the desk chair taking her with him, settling her in his lap with her body curled into his, bent legs against his chest, cheek on his shoulder, head tucked under his jaw. Once he had her cocooned against him, he circled her entire body with his arms.
Neither of them spoke. Both of them were still catching their breath. Even after their breathing evened, they stayed silent.
Abby was thinking about what he said before she came. She had no clue what he was thinking.
Then he told her.
“I’m going to f**k you in every room in this house.”
Her head tilted back to look at him.
“Tonight?” she whispered in disbelief.
His chin dipped down, she could see the flash of white where his mouth was indicating he was smiling.
His lips touched hers before he replied, “Darling, as much as I love it that you’d think I’d be up to such a staggering feat, I’ll take my time.”
She immediately felt like an idiot. Of course he wasn’t going to do it in one night. In fact, at that moment, there were five other people in the house (not to mention a latent ghost). They couldn’t even get to every room of the house.
Feeling embarrassed, she tucked her head under his chin. When she did, his arms tightened and immediately she felt the embarrassment slide away.
They were again silent.
Eventually he called, “Abby.”
“Mm,” she replied.
“Thank you for telling me everything you told me tonight.”
It was her turn for her arms to steal around him and give him a squeeze.
“I should have said something earlier.”
“It wasn’t easy to say,” he replied.
“Still,” she muttered.
His arms gave her a mild shake before he commanded, “Darling, look at me.” Abby tilted her head back again to peer at him in the dark. When he continued, his voice was soft and rough and very effective. “It wasn’t easy to find the right time and it wasn’t easy to find the right words. You did both. Thank you.”
She stared at his shadowed but still handsome face and whispered, “You’re welcome.”
His face tipped until their foreheads were touching and he slid his nose alongside hers.
When he did Abby closed her eyes and committed every nuance of that moment to memory.
Then he murmured, “Unless you have any other bright ideas, maybe we should go to bed.”
She opened her eyes, bit her lip and thought about it a second, finally informing him, “Nope. No other bright ideas.”
He laughed softly, lifted her up as he stood and put her on her feet.
Then he took her to bed.
When she was pressed into his side in their big, curtained bed, in a big, imposing castle (his big, imposing castle), close to dreamland and feeling that peace spread through her that only Cash had been able to give her for many a year, she heard him speak.
“I meant what I said.”
“Pardon?” she mumbled.
“When you were about to come. What I said. I meant it.”
She felt her body go tight as all thoughts of sleep fled.
Then she felt her belly get warm.
Quietly, she shared, “The first time I saw you, I almost ran away.”
Surprisingly he responded, “I know.”
Abby forced her body to relax and after she succeeded in that monumental task, she snuggled closer.
Moments slid by.
Finally, taking her heart in her hands and hoping with everything she was that Cash would know what to do with it, she whispered, “I’m glad I didn’t.”
His arm around her waist tensed and he replied, “I am too.”
Yes, he knew what to do with it.
Abby smiled against his shoulder, cuddled the last smidgeon closer and fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Losing Abby
Cash was in the library, his eyes swiftly scanning the books.
If Honor had found clues to Vivianna Wainwright in the library, Cash thought there might be something she’d missed. Something that might give him insight into how to defeat a f**king ghost. Something that might help him to feel a little less f**king useless.
Cash Fraser’s thoughts were sprinkled liberally with the f-word such was his mood.
He’d left Abby at the breakfast table with Nicola, Fenella and Honor.
He didn’t want to but once the conversation turned to catering and flowers, Abby saw his impatience and urged him to go.
He refused.
Abby enlisted Nicola and Nicola urged him to go.
He wanted to refuse but he didn’t.
Cash felt there was something wrong with Nicola. She had a fragility about her that was atypical.