Her grin got bigger. “Right on! I love guitar.”

“Good to know,” he muttered, eyes dropping to her mouth.

“Though, I guess, you get as many years in as you have, you can learn a lot. Do you play any other instruments?” she asked.

He looked to her eyes, tightened his arms around her, and answered shortly, “No.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

He was about to take her mouth when she kept at him.

“What’s bao bei mean?”

“Precious. Treasured.”

Her eyes got soft, as did her body on top of him, and she whispered, “Sweet.” Then she pushed further up him so she was closer to his face but leaned back, resting her arms on his chest, and she kept fucking going. “Do you speak Chinese?”

“Mandarin.”

“No other dialects?” she pressed on.

“Nope.”

“Did you live in China?”

“With Hui and Mei. It was Sying and her husband, Chang, who moved us to America.”

“Hui, Mei, and Sying?”

“Hui found me. Mei was her daughter. Sying was Mei’s daughter.”

Her focus became acute on his eyes and her voice got quiet when she asked, “Do you think your eyes are cool and tilty like that because one of your parents is Chinese?”

“No clue.”

“You have really beautiful eyes,” she told him.

Fuck, he wanted to fuck her.

“Thanks.”

“And great hair.”

“Lilah—”

“What business do you have that you keep from being messy?”

Christ, she’d rounded him right into a corner in a way he couldn’t get out.

He tried anyway, trailing a hand up her spine and into her hair, then pulling her face closer to his. “I’ll answer, pussycat, but later. Right now, gotta fuck you.”

Her eyes widened. “Is the urge back?”

“No. Just can smell your cunt. I’ve fucked it, haven’t eaten it, and now I got a different kind of urge.”

She squirmed on top of him and he smelled it, the surge between her legs.

She liked his urge.

“Take off your panties, Lilah,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, she moved. Swinging her legs around, she pulled her panties down and tossed them away.

Abel clamped tight on her hips even as he shifted them both down the bed so his head was to the pillows, and as he did this, he heard her heart quicken.

“Climb on, baby,” he whispered, and watched her eyes flare. Then she moved, knowing exactly what he wanted and not hesitating to give it to him. He liked that, but still, he squeezed in with his fingers before she got anywhere and muttered, “Kiss first.”

Her body melted into his as her mouth descended to his. Her tongue sliding between his lips, Abel let her drink from him. Then he moved his hands to her ass, cupped it, and he drank from her.

He broke the kiss and said, “Now give me that cunt.”

“Okay, Abel,” she breathed, moved again, positioning and lowering her pussy on his face.