Enticed by Ecstasy (Wicked Treasures) by Donna Grant Page B

very glad you did.”
    “Abby,” he said and turned her toward him.   His hands rested on her waist and his gaze searched hers.   “Stay with me.”
    Her breathing quickened, but she refused to read more into his words than he intended.   “I am with you.”  
    “No.” He blew out a harsh breath, a small frown marring his forehead.   “I mean always.   These past two weeks have been heaven for me.   You’ve healed me in ways I never thought existed.   I don’t care about your father or the past anymore.   I only want the future.   With you by my side.”
    Before she could answer, he withdrew something from his pocket.   He held his hand in front of her face and dangled the chain that held a magnificent blue diamond the size of the end of her pinkie.
    “Oh, my,” she whispered in awe.   “I’d heard that Africa had such diamonds.”
    “I found this one several years ago.   I don’t know why I had it made into a pendent at the time, but I do now.   It matches your eyes, Abby.   Please, stay with me.”
    She smiled as joy swept through her.   “Are you sure?”
    “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
    “Then my answer is yes.”   There had never been any other answer.   Channing had given her a life she had only dreamed about.  
    At her words, he lifted her in his arms and spun her around.   Abby let her head fall back as their laughter filled the air.   She had never been happier than she was at that moment.
    He finally stopped spinning.   Abby looked down to find his eyes filled with desire.   Instantly, her sex clenched with need.   He lowered her slowly, her body sliding sensuously down his hard frame.
    When her feet touched the warm sand, he turned her around and hooked the chain around her neck.   She touched the diamond before she pivoted to him.   But he moved away from her and unfastened his trousers.   Abby bit her lip when his thick arousal sprang free.   She longed to wrap her hand around his hardness and hear him moan.
    But instead of coming back to her, he dove into the water.   She wasted no time in removing her own clothes, and when she turned back to him, he stood watching her like a god raised from the waves.
    His black hair, wet and plastered to his head, gleamed in the sun while ripples of water ran down his chest before the ocean claimed them once more.   Abby walked into the water and grinned when Channing’s eyes roved over her body.
    Her nipples, hardened by the constant wind, puckered when the cool water splashed on her.   And then his hands were on her, pulling her through the waves to his chest.
    Abby wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against his shaft.   He hissed and ran his lips over hers, teasing her with nibbles but never kissing her.
           She wound her arms around him then leaned to trail kisses down his neck.   He moaned low in his throat, deep and resounding.   Abby smiled inwardly.
    Then his hands gripped her bottom and lifted her.   His cock grazed the entrance to her sex.   She was eager to have him fill her, but when she tried to lower herself on him, he held her.
    “Not yet,” he said.
    She wanted to argue with him, to beg him, but the words died in her throat when his mouth closed over her nipple and his tongue circled the tiny bud.
    Abby strained against him as desire pumped through her.   She ground her hips into him, silently begging him to ease her torment.   Instead, he continued to suck and lick her nipples.
    “Channing,” she pleaded.
    He chuckled, but lifted his face from her breasts.   “I could feast on your breasts all day.   What do you want?”
    “You,” she answered without hesitation.   “I want you. Always.”
    “I’ve made love to you a million ways, and yet it’s never enough.”
    She knew exactly how he felt.   He kissed first one breast then the other before he turned her so that her back met his chest.
    “What’s this?”   She tried to reach around and grab his cock, but