A Breath of Heaven (El Camino Real Book 1) Page 11

  “That’s what I thought you said.” Abby was dazed. She stood there with a towel covering up the important parts and looked at Cade, whose shirt was now wetter than she was. “I messed you up.” She patted the damp material.

  “Turnabout’s fair play.” He winked at her. “You made me wet now, and I’ll make you wet later.” Although it nearly killed him, Cade was about to give her privacy. Kissing Abby on the forehead, he turned to go. What he really ached to do was confront her about what he’d learned from Justice, but he was afraid to until the time was just right. He needed to make her understand that it was her he wanted – not some idea of perfection.

  “Wait,” she grabbed his arm. “Don’t go. It’s light, you can’t make love with me, but I can make love to you. If you’ll let me?”

  “Abby…you don’t need to hide in the dark from anyone.” Cade fought for words. He wanted to pour his heart out but he was so afraid of pushing her away. God, he needed to think! And then it dawned on him what she was saying…

  “Don’t you want me? I need to do this.” She searched his face for answers.

  Did she mean what he thought she meant? Cade shook with desire. “Of course I want you – anyway I can get you. Anytime.”

  “Let me put on my shirt.” She held the towel over her front with one hand and grabbed a pale pink tank top with the other, then slipped on a pair of matching pajama bottoms. As she dressed, she chatted – her voice shaking a bit. “You made me so happy last night. I don’t want to just take, Cade. I want to give.”

  Stepping in front of Abby, Cade laid his hands on her arms, caressing her skin, then captured her lips for a quick kiss. “Abby, you gave me heaven last night.”

  “I didn’t give you anything,” She sighed with a small giggle. “I just laid there.”

  Cade kissed his way down her cheek to nip at the tender flesh of her neck. “You gave me pleasure and you gave me the greatest gift of all, yourself – your trust.” Or most of it, now he wanted the rest.

  “It wasn’t enough. Please?” She pushed him back so he could sit on the vanity and she could stand between his legs.

  “All right, if I can do this.” He pushed the straps of the tank off each shoulder so he could get where he wanted to be. “Lord, you’re pretty.” Cade cupped her tits in his hands, loving the way the nipples responded to his every touch. Lifting them, he kissed the tip of both breasts, sucking on each in turn before nuzzling into the valley between them.

  “Let me, Cade. I want to do this.” She sank to her knees, her fingers going to his belt buckle, her eyes looking up at him for permission. He said nothing, but helped her instead. Tugging down his pants and briefs, he sprang free. Tentatively she touched him, her fingers caressing the head of his cock. With a shaky breath, she grasped the thick stalk. “I can’t wrap my fingers around it.” That didn’t mean she didn’t try. She held the smooth, hard shaft in her palm, squeezing gently, relishing the power she held in her hand.

  Cade held his breath, his whole body froze in desperate anticipation. “You have me in the palm of your hand in more ways than one, Abilene.”

  “I’ve dreamed of this moment.” With lady-like hunger, she slipped her mouth over the big, flared head. He was full to bursting.

  At the touch of her tongue, Cade’s dick leapt in her grasp as he jerked from the pleasure. She was dragging him into the fire. “Play with me. I want whatever you will do for me.”

  Abby shivered, his raspy tone and sexy wink made her feel bold. “I want to make you happy.” With a seductive smile, she kissed him from base to tip. His big body shook. Clear fluid beaded up on the end of his cock and dribbled down the wide shaft. With a tiny growl of hunger, she licked it off.

  “I like that, baby,” he murmured as his cock jerked and twitched in her hand.

  Abby did too, she liked it a lot. Luxuriously, she let her palm glide up and down his length, committing every inch of his heavy rod to memory, the distinctive strong veins beneath the velvet smooth flesh, how hard he was, the succulent plum shaped head that begged to be suckled. She pumped him, licking and laving the tip, loving how he pulsed with arousal and life. “I love touching you, you feel so good in my hands.”

  Bringing a hand to her head, he cupped her nape, making sure she realized he didn’t want her to quit or move. “I promise you have no idea how much I want your hands and lips on me.”

  As if his approval made all the difference in the world, Abby let herself go. She took him deep in her mouth, doing to him the things she’d always dreamed of doing – sucking, licking, and swallowing around him – letting him know how much she desired him, how important he was to her. His hips bucked in time with the lashes of her tongue and he groaned in appreciation as she fisted him, twisting a little in the upstroke. Pre-cum leaked down his cock, lubricating her efforts.

  “I’m about to cum, Abby” Cade warned her, his legs stiffening, his balls tightening between his legs.

  “Cum, I want you to cum.” She murmured heatedly.

  Cade groaned when she removed her mouth from his cock, but he shuddered with relief when she tongued his balls as she rubbed her soft palm over the sensitive tip in lazy circles. “You’re going to be the death of me,” He whispered

  “No, I need you, you’re not going anywhere,” she whispered as she nibbled her way up the side of his throbbing staff. Abby was so aroused, she burned. “I’ve never been this turned on before, I don’t know what to do with it.” Slipping her lips over the head, she took him so deep, he touched the back of her throat.

  “Fuck!” He moaned, his eyes closing as he came so hard his heart almost stopped.

  Abby milked him, accepting the hot spurts of seed into her mouth, thrilled that he enjoyed what she did to him.

  When it was over, he pulled her up and into his embrace. “Come here, thank you, love.”

  “Early Christmas present.” Abby joked, pulling her straps back on her shoulders.

  “Then I’m glad there are twelve days of Christmas, because I want a present every day.”

  Chapter Seven

  Cade held her as his breathing returned to normal.

  “What did you say about a surprise?” Abby asked as she started to slide off of his lap.

  “I thought you said you were turned on,” he muttered next to her cheek. “You know it’s always better to give than to receive. Don’t deprive me of the same joy. I want to kiss you, touch you.”

  “But…” Abby protested, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

  “I remember the rules.” How could he forget them? He took her hand in his, placing it on his chest. His heart was pounding as loudly as hers. “Do you feel that?” He whispered. “That’s what you do to me. I want to kiss you so much I can barely breathe.” Standing up, he carried her to the bed and laid her down, careful to preserve her misplaced modesty. Soon – soon, he’d convince her he wanted to see and cherish all of her.

  Abby’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating so large that her eyes were almost as dark as his. She looked from his mouth to his eyes and back again, knowing that her surrender to him at this moment meant more than a mere orgasm – it was a giving of trust.

  Abby licked her lips and that small hint of awareness sent a spark of fire straight to Cade’s cock.

  He groaned and the sound of his hunger caused Abby’s clit to pulse. She squeezed her legs together, trying to assuage the ache rising in her sex. “Kiss me,” she whispered, the tension between them escalating to a critical stage. When his head started moving slowly toward hers, Abby groaned in relief.

  The light was bright coming through the window, there was no hiding. As he came closer, his lips parting, Abby could see the look on his face was a combination of uncertainty and blatant need. She knew she’d never forget that look, not as long as she lived. The absolute beauty and honesty of the expression on his face made her want to cry.

  It was like their first kiss. Abby wanted to drink it in. Memorize it, indelibly record it in the annals of her mi
nd. She sighed when his lips finally reached hers, a breathless sound that rose unbidden, whispering from her lips. A moment before their lips touched, Cade’s eyes opened and met hers, she reassured him the best way she knew how – by closing the distance and pressing her lips firmly again his.

  Cade groaned and reveled in the feel of her soft lips brushing against his. He caught her closer, sweeping his tongue across the seam of her mouth. She opened to him, inviting him in without reservation. His tongue dipped into her mouth and tangled with hers. Cade drew her even tighter and let out a small gasp of air into Abby’s mouth, which she accepted as if he was breathing life into her body. And perhaps he was.

  A breath of heaven, that’s what this was – a mingling of their souls.

  Cade laid down fully next to her, his mouth never leaving hers. The kiss became deeper as his tongue continued to mate with hers in a heated, erotic dance. Nothing had ever felt more right than being in his arms. A peaceful acceptance bloomed in Abby’s heart at the realization of how much he wanted her. She wanted to weep with happiness.

  After a little bit, he pulled away, out of breath. They stared at one another and he smiled, a dimple showing on one side of his mouth. She touched it and he kissed her finger, then brought his lips back to her. She finally raised her hands and wound her fingers in his hair, gripping it gently. It felt so right, she whimpered.

  “No going back, Abby, no going back,” he murmured.

  She could feel his erection against her hip “I can’t, it’s too bright,” she reminded him.

  “I’m just going to play through your clothes, I promise.” He coaxed Abby to her side. “Face me.” She did and he arranged them until they were nestled close all the way up and down. “Put your leg over mine so our good parts can touch,” he teased and she giggled. But after Cade had her where he wanted her, she wasn’t laughing anymore. The intimacy of their positions was intoxicating. Cade pressed his erection against her mound, skating his hand down her throat, looking questioningly into Abby’s face. “Is this okay?”

  His gentleness and concern with what she could handle made Abby’s heart squeeze and she gave him a sweet smile. “Better than okay,” she confessed

  His mouth returned to hers as his began to roll and nudge so that his erection rubbed over her clit in delicious circles. Abby gasped, letting him know their pleasure was mutual. She felt him tugging on the straps of her tank again, working them down until her breasts were out in the open for him to cup and tease. It went through her mind that this was a make-out session, like what they would have done as teens if she’d had an opportunity. But Cade was no inexperienced boy. Abby realized he was perfectly in tune with her pleasure, every move of his body designed to cause her clit to tingle and swell and the blood to pulse furiously between her legs. It amazed Abby to realize how much of the erotic dance between a man and a woman was pure instinct, body language without the benefit of the spoken word.

  As Abby moved against him, her stiff nipples rubbed against his chest. The exquisite chafing felt so good, she pushed harder until Cade picked up on her signal and moved his hand between them to give her what she needed. She moaned when he began to squeeze and rub her nipples, milking them until she panted, her body tightening deliciously. The excitement was so intense, Abby’s orgasm took them both by surprise as she shuddered in release, her mouth pulling from his so she could cry out, her body arching and pressing into his. Cade held her as she came, his body grinding into hers and she was shocked when he shuddered and grew still against her, his breathing harsh and uneven.

  When Cade opened his eyes, Abby was staring at him in abject wonder. “You came too!” Her voice was not judging, it was awestruck.

  “Yea, you got me all worked up. Sorry.” Cade didn’t think she was upset or judging, but he’d hadn’t been so short on control since he was an adolescent.

  “Don’t be sorry.” Her eyes danced with wonder. “I loved it.” The fact that she could get him aroused enough to come just from touching and kissing made her decade. And when he smiled, oh God, her heart did a Texas two-step. He was beautiful, perfect – and for the moment – all hers.

  ***

  “Give me fifteen minutes, Abby. You get dressed, then come outside. I’ll be waiting.” She stretched in the bed, watching him pull on clothes over that gorgeous body.

  “Okay, I have no idea what to expect.” She couldn’t help but smile at him. Abby was happy.

  “Good.” He bent to kiss her. “I like to keep you on your toes.”

  As soon as he was gone, Abby jumped up - hurrying, not wanting to miss a thing.

  And she wasn’t disappointed. When the man said he had a surprise – he meant it.

  She couldn’t believe it. While a dusting of snow on the East Texas ground was something to get excited about, what amazed Abby even more was Cade Tallbull holding out his hand to help her up into a festive horse drawn carriage. There wasn’t enough snow for a sleigh, but this was dang close. Two of El Camino’s proudest quarter horses were bedecked to match the carriage in garlands of evergreens, bright red bows and clusters of jingle bells. “Are you ready to go hunt a Christmas tree?”

  “Yes!” Abby was enchanted. Her heart pounded with love for Cade. Placing a gloved hand in his, she allowed him to seat her, wrap her legs in a blanket and pour her a cup of hot chocolate from a thermos. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

  Cade knew that as far as what he was willing to do for her, this small gesture was just the tip of the iceberg. “That’s not all.” He took her travel cup from her hand and placed it in a cup holder. “Hold your arms up and close your eyes. We need to look as festive as the horses.”

  “Last week at this time, if you would’ve told me to close my eyes and hold up my hands, I’d be expecting you to slip a garter snake down my britches.” She held her hands over her head, feeling vulnerable, excited and totally at his mercy.

  “Ha! I’m gonna put something down your britches, but it’s a little bigger than a garter snake.” He teased with a chuckle.

  He was pulling something soft and warm over her head. “You are pretty big.”

  Her voice was muffled in the material. As soon as he pulled the garment over her head, he stole a kiss before she could open her eyes. “You’re adorable, that’s what you are.”

  Abby opened her eyes and laughed with delight. She was wearing a bright red poncho with white fur trim. It was beautiful! But even better was what Cade had on. “You are hot! You’re a Santa with spurs!” He was wearing a cowboy duster, but it was made to look like part of a Santa Claus costume—bright red with white fur trim and black leather buttons and buckles. “We’re quite a pair.”

  “That we are, darlin’, that we are.” He joined her in the carriage, clasped the black leather reins in his hands and steered the horses toward the more wooded part of El Camino. “I’m going down by the creek where the evergreens are.”

  “Thank you.” She leaned near, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I have never had such a wonderful time in my life!”

  Her surprised appreciation made his heart hurt. Abby deserved attention like this from a man on a daily basis, and he wanted to be that man. “I’m glad, Abby.” He shifted the reins to his left hand and grasped her gloved one with his right. “I need to talk to you about last night and this morning.” He’d thought about his next step carefully. More than anything, Cade wanted to make her his, but he didn’t want to scare her off.

  At the mention of their time together, Abby grew still, steeling herself for whatever he had to say. “We’ve had a wonderful time. I know it was just for fun. Our holiday fling. You don’t have to explain.” She took a sip of cocoa to settle her nerves. “I’m just glad we’re getting along more than usual.”

  “Me too. Like I told you earlier, I don’t want to go back to the way we were. This is much better. Look...” He directed her attention to a pair of whitetail deer who had stepped out of the tree line.


  “Beautiful,” she whispered. “I explained to you in the letter this morning that I wanted to be friends like we used to be.”

  Cade pulled the reins and stopped the horses near a grove of cedars and pines. “Abby, we’ve never been just friends. Even when we’ve been at odds, it’s always been more than friendship.” She was up and on the ground before he knew it. All he could do was grab the hatchet and follow her. “Hey, wait up.”

  He was making her nervous. Cade was making her want things she couldn’t have “Come on, slow poke.” Making light of things was the only line of defense she had remaining. “There are some good ones down here by the water.”

  “Don’t slip down, the ground’s slick. You’ll think those boots you have on are a pair of skates.” Dang, she was fast. He took off after her. If she had on anything other than bright red, he would’ve lost her in the trees. Finally, he caught up with her. She flashed him a huge smile that didn’t quite make it to those big blue eyes of hers.

  “I want one that will reach the ceiling.”

  He made a show of looking at all the trees. “I like this one.”

  She came to see what he’d found. It was a good one, a stately cedar. Walking around it, she noticed it was symmetrical with no holes or broken branches. “It’s perfect. A little too perfect if you ask me.”

  “Too perfect?” What do you mean? “Can a Christmas tree be too perfect?”

  Abby nodded solemnly. “I like one with character. One that’s survived a storm or high winds. A couple of broken branches or a scar or two shows that it’s withstood adversity and lived to tell about it.”

  “Only to fall victim to the holiday spirit?” He teased. Cade knew what she was saying. She was comparing the damn tree to herself. So be it, he could speak this language as good as she could. “Okay, let’s find a brave tree, one that’s beautiful despite its imperfections.”

  Her face lit up like he’d given her a bouquet of flowers. “Good!” She grabbed him by the hand and they wove their way through the trees, looking for just the right one. “Every tree dreams of being chosen, Cade.”