Which is crazy. I know.
I pull into the parking lot outside Reid’s building and find the visitor spot he told me to use. I kill my engine, and just sit there in silence for a minute gathering myself. Well, it must be more than a minute that I sit there because my phone vibrates, startling me in the stillness. When I check it to make sure it’s not Layla, a snort escapes me.
REID: How long are you planning on sitting there, beautiful? I’m starting to get jealous of a parking spot.
I grin, my nerves instantly erased and type out a reply.
ABBY: Sorry. Just…you know.
REID: I get it. I really do. Consider tonight the same as the cabin. Nothing has to happen. I’m just excited to spend time with you.
REID: Preferably not over text messages while I can see you sitting out in your car, probably freezing. It’s warm in here. And I have wine.
ABBY: Sold. I’m on my way.
I’m out of my car and in the building, running up the flight of stairs with a giant grin on my face within minutes. And when I see Reid standing in his doorway, looking absolutely irresistible with his bare feet, T-shirt, and jeans, I barrel into him, crushing my lips to his as we fall through his doorway and into his apartment.
His tongue probes my lips and I eagerly open to him. It’s sloppy, and messy, and raw, and passionate. It’s a kiss that feels like we haven’t kissed in years, instead of just a couple of hours ago. It’s a kiss that promises so much more.
I don’t register that he’s talking until Reid’s hands are on my shoulders, gently pushing me away.
“I’m all for what’s happening, but I meant it, Abby, we don’t have to take this any further than you’re comfortable with.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake.This man and his morals are going to be the death of me. I grab his hands in mine, and slide them around to cup my ass, bringing me close against his body where I can feel just how badly he wants this. I can’t hide my moan when that impressive bulge presses up against me. And if he were to slide his hands beneath my pants, he’d know in an instant just how turned on I am.
“Reid. I want this. I want you. Now. Please.”
It’s that final word that snaps the cord holding on to his self-control.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, then I’m airborne and he’s walking down a short hallway, into a room that I assume is his bedroom. But honestly, my attention isn’t on his decorating style, it’s on trying to get his shirt off while I’m in his arms. It takes a minute, but I succeed and then my hands and my lips are roaming across his heated skin, feeling every line and contour of muscle bunching under my touch. His body could have been carved by a master artist, it’s so perfect. He’s strength, and unbridled power. All wrapped up in a man who is showing me as much sweetness and tenderness as he is passion and desire.
“Babe.” His groan might just be the sexiest thing I’ve heard, and I brush my fingers over his rock-hard nipples to see if he’ll do it again. He does, and the fire in his eyes as he lays me down on his bed and comes over me is an inferno.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Abigail.”
Good Lord, the command in those words does something to me. “So why don’t you help me take care of that?” Who is this saucy woman and where did she come from? I’ve never seen this side of myself, but I like it, and judging by the wicked smile on Reid’s handsome face, so does he.
“Withpleasure.”
Clothes come off in a flurry, and then it’s skin on skin. We meld together, hands roaming, learning the feel of each other intimately. But when Reid makes to move his way down my body, I grab his shoulders with a moan.
“Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Christ, Abby.” He flips us over so that I’m on top of him, his cock sliding between my legs with ease from the moisture that has pooled there. How can this feel so good? He isn’t even inside of me and I feel ready to explode. We grind together for a few seconds and my orgasm is building into something I may not survive — at least not with my sanity, or my heart, intact.
“Hang on, babe. We need a condom,” Reid manages to get out in between kisses and I freeze, panting heavily. I’ve never forgotten protection except the one time that led to the best thing in my life. Not that I recommend single parenthood for anyone, but Layla is a blessing. No doubt about it. But now is not the time to be thinking of my daughter. Not as Reid is leaning off the side of my bed and snagging a foil packet from his pants pocket in an impressive feat of strength and flexibility. I take it from his hands and tear it open, rolling it carefully down his length, taking the time to stroke him once, twice, until he’s twitching under my hands and his fingers are digging so hard into my hips I’m fairly certain I’ll have bruises there in the morning.
Once he’s covered, I bring my hands to rest on his chest and just stare down at the man that is changing so much inside of me, making me want so many things I didn’t think were possible.
Happiness.
Family.
Love.
“Abby.”
He says my name with such reverence, I know I’m not alone in my feelings. And that understanding stays with me as I lift my hips and sink down on him until he’s filled me up in the most perfect of ways. For the measure of two heartbeats, we stay there connected, eyes locked on each other. Our souls are speaking through our bodies. And I swear mine is telling me,this is right.
