Stripped(31)

“Mmm, that cologne…” she said as she pressed her cheek to his shirt. “I can’t accuse you of breaking a ground rule, though, because you didn’t know I’d be here tonight.”

He smiled as he leaned back to look at her, and Abby realized that the rules were off the table. As he bent in to kiss her, she immediately felt healed by his lips. The rest of the night slipped from her mind as she reached around his neck, pulling him toward her.

His arms encircled her waist, and she gasped at the feel of his hard chest against her body. She held tightly to him as she lay back on the bed, pulling him with her.

As Chris’ tongue tangled with hers, Abby was overcome by emotion. She was suddenly deeply aroused and intoxicated by her closeness to him. She felt sheltered by him; protected.

He kissed her neck hungrily, and she reveled in his raw need for her. It was what she had wanted and always missed from him. He was always calm, in control, and the first to remind her they shouldn’t get intimate.

She pressed her hands into his back, pushing him closer against her. She didn’t seem to be able to get close enough to him, and she moaned beneath him, wanting more.

“I’m an asshole for doing this after what happened to you tonight,” he said suddenly, breathless as he gazed at her.

“No,” she said quickly. “I need this, Chris. I need to be close to you right now.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, nuzzling his lips into her neck.

“It won’t be. I feel like I can’t get enough of you right now.” She looked up at him desperately, pushing her hips up into him as she ran a hand through his hair.

He held her eyes as he pressed against her, and she inhaled sharply. He leaned back from her, helping her into a sitting position and pulling the cotton dress over her head quickly. As he slid his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts, she let out a quick, ragged breath.

Her head found the pillow just as his lips found her stomach, and she gave out a cry of surprise and arousal. He deftly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips, and she remembered she hadn’t even bothered with panties as the air hit her bare skin.

“Abby…” he said, staring at her with a mixture of lust and reverence. She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging on it, and he pulled it over his head. She admired the lines of his chest and shoulders, calmness settling over her at the thought of being closer to him than she had ever been.

He pulled her jeans all the way off and picked up one of her feet, kissing the instep gently. His other hand roamed up her thigh, across her hip to her stomach, and she shivered from the lightness of his touch.

As he kissed her foot, he moved his hand from her stomach down to her ankle, and she closed her eyes briefly as he brushed his fingers up her leg and across her thigh, ending in the place where she burned for him.

Her eyes flew back open as he massaged her gently.

“Chris,” she moaned.

“I love seeing you like this,” he said softly. “You look so beautiful right now…so vulnerable and trusting.”

Abby moaned again, arching her back. Chris gently sat her foot down and she sighed happily as she felt his weight on her. He kissed her, gently, but she responded with the hungry need she felt between her legs, pulling him against her and kissing him deeply.

As soon as he pressed against her, she cried out with surprise, realizing how little it would take to push her over the edge. She was self-conscious, not wanting to come when he wouldn’t, and he still wore his pants.

“No, I don’t want to,” she said, panting as she sank her nails into his shoulders in an effort to hold on.

“Yes. I want it, Abby,” he said, his voice low and sexy as he moved against her.

“No,” she whimpered in protest.

“Yes.”

“Oh, God. Chris…”

The moment she felt his lips back on the bare skin of her neck, Abby lost her fight. She moaned loudly as an explosive orgasm shook her body. Coherent thoughts left her for a few moments as she drifted back down from the high.

Her body went slack with satisfaction and she smiled despite her embarrassment.

“Hey,” Chris said gently. “You’re crying. Should I have stopped?”

“No, I’m not upset, I’m just … overwhelmed. In such a good way.”

“Good.”

He stretched out on his back, pulling her onto his chest.

“Can I tell you something embarrassing?” she said, rubbing her cheek against his bare skin.

“Yes.”

“That was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

“Why is that embarrassing?”

“I don’t know, because it probably felt high-schoolish to you.”