Page 9 of Just Past Two

Abby set her book on the nightstand, and Sam slid over to kiss her. In his arms, she was soft and pliant, going easily into his embrace. She wasn’t kissing him like she had at the reunion, untamed and raw. These were the sweet, tender kisses they usually exchanged. He experimented, tilting his head, kissing her harder. She made a soft, surprised noise and kissed back, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He mouthed down her neck, to the juncture of her shoulder, nipping the flesh and making her giggle. She was ticklish there. She let him pull at her plain nightgown, lifting it off and tossing it aside so she lay bare beneath him.

“No underwear again?” he asked. She hadn’t worn any to the reunion, either.

Abby shook her head. “I never wear it to sleep. I thought you knew that.”

“Seems there’s a lot I don’t know.” He kissed the freckles dusting her chest, tiny spots of light brown speckling her skin. “You didn’t wear panties to the party.”

She chuckled, her breasts lifting with the movement. He buried his face in between them, and she sighed sweetly. “Mmm. It’s…stockings and garter belts,” she answered, one hand drifting up to cup the back of his head. “Panties just get in the way.”

“It was so sexy.” Sam sucked one nipple into his mouth, and she arched up against him, letting out a breathy sigh that went straight to his groin. Her nipples were perfect, light pink, barely darker than her skin, large and sensitive. He was always so careful with them, knowing how just the lightest amount of suction made her shiver and moan. At the reunion, though, she’d responded to a much firmer touch. He sank his teeth into the flesh, biting, pressing harder than he’d ever dared. She gasped, hips twitching, and he went from half hard to completely hard in his boxers. He pulled back and smiled. “Tell me about one of the places you fooled around on campus.”

Abby laughed breathlessly as he returned to her nipple. “Nah. It’s in the past.”

He switched sides, laving attention on the other nipple, teasing and then biting the same way, rewarded by her gasp. “I want to hear about it.”

Her breath came ragged as he kept up the rough contact, biting and sucking, each twitch a signal to continue. “It was a long time ago,” she said, gasping. “You tell me. Tell me something…from your past.”

“I don’t have anything exciting in my past. You know that.” He kissed her stomach, the soft curve of her belly where it dimpled in around her waist. “Nothing public. Nothing interesting. Not like you.”

Abby scooted up to sitting, pushing him gently away. “Wait a minute. Wait. Are you just trying to get me to tell you dirty stories? Because I can talk dirty if you want to.”

“No, not that.” He didn’t need her fictionalized stories of what she thought he wanted to hear. “I want to hear about you.”

Abby frowned. Sam leaned in to kiss the frown, teasing her lips with his. She made a soft noise of interest, then one of annoyance, and pulled away. “I don’t understand. Why do you want to hear about me?”

He might as well be a little more direct. “I think it’s hot. It turns me on. I thought it would be sexy to have you tell me about some things from your past. Like what you did back when you were in college.”

Abby laughed, the light laugh when she wasn’t taking something seriously. “I’d rather not.”

“Why not? Don’t you trust me?” He sat up the rest of the way. “We’re married, Abby. I’m committed to you. Forever. Remember this?” He pointed to the band around his finger. “I’m not gonna just go walk out on you because you, what, blew some guy in the library stacks?”

“So what if I did blow some guy in the library stacks?” She pulled the covers up over her naked body, leaning back against the headboard. “And I did, by the way. But it’s not really your business.”

“No, I know.” Shoot. She was getting mad, and he didn’t want to make her mad. “I like it. I like seeing this part of you. I want to get to know this side of you better.”

Abby shook her head. “You aren’t that kind of guy.”

So this was about him. The pang of disappointment closed his throat for a moment. Maybe he could prove her wrong. “Try me.”

Abby sighed. She looked off toward the wall, arms folded over the sheet. “I don’t know. That side of me…doesn’t exist anymore. To bring it all back, it’s like…we’re better off just not going there. Opening a can of worms. You can’t unknow something, and I don’t want you to think any less of me.” She turned back to him. “Especially when you aren’t sharing anything of yours.”

They were back to that again. “I’ve told you literally everything in my past, even if not in detail. I dated some women. Some short-term relationships, some longer relationships. We had pretty straightforward sex. Nothing exciting, nothing public, nothing experimental. Nothing kinky.”

“See, there. What do you even think is kinky?” She let the sheets slip, one rose-colored nipple peeking over the edge. His gaze was drawn to it. The hard tip was barely concealed by the sheet, just begging for his fingers, his mouth. He had to look away, back up to her face.

“What we did the other night at the reunion. That was kinky.”

Abby blushed. He loved her blushes, the way her skin turned rosy, her complexion mottling out the freckles. She blushed not just on her face, but on her shoulders and neck as well, her whole body giving away when she was embarrassed…or aroused. “Okay. That was kinky. But that wasn’t like you. I don’t want to go unloading a whole bunch from my past and have you, like, never want to sleep with me again. Just so you can temporarily get your rocks off thinking about a fantasy that, in reality, I doubt you’d actually want to do.”

A fantasy he wouldn’t want to do? He’d do anything if it meant she would share her honest self with him. “At the reunion, that was hot. That was some of the hottest fun we’ve had together, and it wasn’t even sex sex. I want to spice things up with you like that.”

Abby continued to look at him, uncertain, so he pressed on. “Don’t you want to spice things up with me?”

Abby fidgeted with the edge of the sheet. “I don’t mind the way things are now,” she said, but her voice was flat, the tone she got when she was lying.

He might as well call her on it. “Bullshit.”