“They’ll be lined up to ask you some hard questions. I doubt any of them have ever made a woman make this kind of noise in their life.” Abigail laughed and straddled her hips. “Now,” she said, putting her finger under her chin and bringing it slowly down between her breasts and over her abdomen. “Do I need to torture details out of you?”

“About what? I’m a retired agent. I don’t talk that easily.” She smiled when Abigail moved down some more.

“Is that so?” Abigail was beautiful all the time, but there was no sexier sight than her kneeling between her legs. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Mm-hmm.” The pressure of Abigail’s mouth on her and the way she used her tongue made her hang on to the sheets in an effort not to give in right away. That was impossible when Abigail was this relentless, and she closed her eyes as the pressure built. Abigail didn’t stop no matter how she moved, and she sucked harder when she fisted a handful of her hair, needing to be connected to Abigail somehow.

“Fuck.” She said it softly as she bucked her hips, unable to control the need to come. It was like holding back the tide with a spoon, so she gave in and gave Abigail what they both wanted.

She was limp by the time she was done, and she lay there as Abigail crawled back up and put her head under Fin’s chin as she held her. It wasn’t often she thought of Nicola and who she’d been in Abigail’s life, but she sneaked in when she let her guard down. How Nicola could’ve neglected this gorgeous, sexy woman was something that didn’t compute.

“What deep thoughts are you contemplating?” Abigail asked as she rubbed small circles on her abdomen.

“I’m trying to figure out where all my control went,” she said, kissing Abigail’s forehead. “If you had been interrogating me, I’d be telling you whatever you wanted to know right now.”

“I just want to know if you love me.”

That was a strange thing to say. She rolled over and looked down at Abigail. “With all that I am.” The tears did her in. “What is it?” Abigail turned her head as if to hide the tears that were coming faster. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong. Is all this too fast for you?”

“No,” Abigail said, wiping her face. “I just want you to be sure. I love you so much, and I don’t think losing you is something I could do. That would cut deeper than Nicola ever did.”

“Hey, you’re not going to lose me. What’s wrong? I know it’s not that.”