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My heart trips. Falls.
“Maybe that makes me a bad guy,” he continues against my lips, “but I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”
I curl my arms around his neck, melting my body against his. “Then let’s go to bed.”
“You should take your brother’s advice. Tell me to fuck off.”
I glide my tongue over his. “Fuck that,” I whisper.
Fuckeverythingbut this man’s kiss. The way he makes my heart beat hard and real inside my chest. Not because I’m nervous. Not because I’m afraid I’m too much of this or not enough of that.
But because he talks to me and touches me like I’m the only woman in the world.
Abel bends down, slipping an arm underneath my legs. I realize what he’s doing and I try to stop him, but he scoops me into his arms anyway.
“I can walk, you know,” I say, digging my fingers into his hair.
He climbs the stairs. “Then I’m not doing this right.”
Setting me down on the bed, he shuts the door, turns off all the lights. It’s just our shadows now and the distant sound of the trees rustling in a breeze. I hear him undress, the button of his jeans hitting the floor with a smallbang.
The mattress dips as he climbs into bed beside me. He rucks up my sweatshirt and kisses my stomach. My breasts. He sucks on one nipple, then the other, sending zips of electricity straight to my clit.
Together we guide my sweatshirt over my head. Abel tosses it onto the floor, then moves to my shorts. He takes those off too, and then we’re naked together.
I reach for him at the same moment he parts my legs with his hand. His fingers find me. I’m wet, ready.
He groans. “How sore are you?”
“Not sore enough to say no.”
“Good.” He circles his finger over my clit. I gasp.
He kisses my mouth as I give him a firm tug before running my thumb over his head. Just how he likes.
His mouth moves to my neck. My nipples again. He sucks them, hard. Just how I like.
How the hell do we know each other’s bodies so well already?
I give him another tug, harder this time, and his hips rock forward, seeking. He’s flicking his fingers over my clit, biting down hard on my nipple, and I can’t stand it, I can’t think.
I’m pounding with need and desperation, and I’m vaguely aware of how freeing that feels. There’s no guilt here, or fear. No sadness.
Just us.
Only us, and our wild heartbeats.
I blindly reach for condoms, my hand landing heavily on the bedside table. I rummage around for a minute before I find a foil packet. My hands shake as I open it. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I’m able to see Abel as he climbs over me. He holds his dick in his hand, hips canted so I can take him in my hand and easily roll on the condom.
He runs his free hand over my body as I do it. This slow, intentional caress, his calluses gliding smoothly over my shoulder, neck, jaw.
Abel wastes no time once the condom is on. He gets on his knees and rolls me onto my side. Hikes my leg over his shoulder and enters me, both of us making sounds at the immediate sensation of fullness.
I am going to berawtomorrow. But it’s worth it.
Every moment of this is worth it.
He starts to fuck me. Slow thrusts that get deeper and more ardent. He grabs my ass and squeezes it, hard, and I already feel the first stirrings of my orgasm blare to life from the place where our bodies meet.
