The breathless stillness could have lasted a second or an hour before it was broken by Zain.
‘You want to know about my dreams, cara...?’ he said thickly. Alarm bells louder than those she had set off the previous day were screeching in his head but he tuned them out. This was just sex.
Abby moaned, her eyelids closing as he moved his lips across her own so lightly it was agony as every nerve in his body tensed and started screaming.
It was the little shudder, the warm lips that softened beneath his that cut through the last threads of Zain’s control. He slid his fingers into her silky hair, wrapping them through the fiery strands and letting instinct take over as he kissed her like a starving man.
Abby responded to the searing contact, parting her lips under his probing pressure and welcoming the intimacy, craving it as she fell into the hard, hungry kiss.
They were both breathing like marathon runners when his mouth finally lifted. Warm breath mingling with hers, Zain stood there, his fingers tangled in her hair, the side of his nose resting against her own.
The muscles along his jaw quivered as he gently kissed the corner of her mouth. ‘You want to explore my dreams a little longer? Or maybe your dreams...?’
‘I don’t have those sort of dreams,’ she said.