You Want That, Don’t You?

Delilah

I wandered naked out of the bathroom and saw my man in bed, his back against some pillows shoved up against the headboard, one leg straight, one leg bent, also naked, totally hot, eyes on me.

I went to the bed, put a knee in and then the other, and walked on them to him as he watched. When I got close, I swung a leg around him, straddling him, and rested against him, tucking my face in the side of his neck, wrapping one arm around him, laying the other hand on his chest.

Abel curled both arms around me.

Post-morning-sex snuggling.

The best.

“I think Moose wants his own vampire,” I told his throat.

I felt his body move with his amusement and I gloried in the feel.

“Your dad’s been sharin’,” he guessed.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“Hook caught the eye of one and there’re tons of ’em around. Probably won’t be hard for Moose to get his own.”

Using my index finger, I drew mindless patterns on the warm silk of his skin, muttering, “That’d be good. Might keep him around and out of trouble.”

He gave me a squeeze and whispered, “You worried.”

Absolutely, I worried. We’d lost Snake. I didn’t even want to imagine losing someone else I loved.

I thought this.

I said, “Yeah.”

“He’s home now,” Abel pointed out.

“Yeah,” I repeated.

Abel started drawing his own mindless patterns on the skin at the small of my back.

I had no idea, but I’d put up a good argument that he did it better.

“What’d you do before me?” I blurted, not knowing where it came from, just knowing it came out.

His fingers stopped. “What?”

I pressed my hand flat on his pec, lifted my head, and looked down at him.

“Before me, before this,” I began to explain. “What did you do to make your way in life? You know, your business that wasn’t messy.”

His eyes shuttered as his mouth muttered, “Cuddled close, sneak attack.”

That didn’t sound good.

“Abel?” I prompted.

He looked at me as he slid a hand over my hip to my belly, up between my breasts, and up where he curled it around the side of my neck.

“Did whatever I could do,” he stated cautiously. “Someone needed somethin’, I got it for them. Someone needed somethin’ delivered, I delivered it. Someone needed information, I got it.”

“I…” I shook my head. “For money?”