Stripped(53)

“Yeah. Jen was getting a little too friendly.”

“I know! She was practically on top of you.”

“No, I mean under the water. She was trying to give me a hand job.”

Abby stopped, her eyes widening.

“She touched you?” she said angrily.

“More like assaulted me, but whatever. Let’s go upstairs.”

“No, I don’t want to. I’m pissed, Chris.”

“Don’t sweat her, Abby. She does this every time we’re both here. It hasn’t worked yet, but she still tries.”

Abby looked away, embarrassed at the tears pooling in her eyes.

“Hey, don’t,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. “She’s less than nothing to me.”

“You know what? I haven’t even touched you there, Chris. She just did something that I haven’t even done.”

“It was unwanted, Abby. And I want it badly from you. Come on, don’t get upset about her.”

“I’m sorry, but I am.”

“You want to go back outside and fight her or something?” he teased, tossing his unopened beer to the couch.

“No,” she sulked. “But I want you to sit with me if we’re in the hot tub again.”

“I like seeing you so possessive of me. It’s kinda hot,” he said, sliding his hand around the back of her bare neck. “God, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” She reached toward his chest, her fingers exploring the lines and curves of it. She had never touched him there, and she felt a burn of arousal between her legs at the way he looked back at her. Her fingers lightly traced up to his wide shoulders, down his biceps, and back to his chest until they slowly slid down – to his stomach, past his navel.

A low groan escaped Chris’ lips before Abby made it as far as she wanted, and he swept her to him so quickly that she gasped in surprise. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her with more fervor than ever before. Without thinking, she returned his passion, winding her fingers into his hair as her other hand gripped his back tightly.

His hand slid smoothly down into her bikini bottom, clutching her against him, and her squeal was a mixture of surprise and longing.

The fire burning inside her was new, and she found it intoxicating. Chris’ body was hard, powerful and charged with sexual desire, and she didn’t think she could pause for the trip upstairs. Whatever was about to happen would happen right here, in the living room.

The sound of the door opening broke the reverie, and Chris and Abby both snapped their heads in that direction.

“Sorry, guys,” Ty muttered, looking away. Chris exhaled deeply, sliding his hand out of Abby’s bikini.

“We were just going upstairs,” he said with a grin.





Other than the crashing ocean waves outside the open doors to the balcony, the only sound in the room Chris and Abby were sharing was her panting. He had peeled the wet swimsuit from her body and was running his fingers along the curve of her hip.

She stood, frozen, as his lips caressed her stomach lightly. She shivered from the warmth of his breath below her navel.

“Lay down,” he said in a low, sexy voice. She complied, and his eyes moved reverently down her body. Countless men had seen her naked, but Chris seemed to see more of her than any of them ever had. He was looking past her features to what incited her, and it filled her with a hunger to see him in the same way.

“Chris, I want to see you,” she said as he leaned down toward her. “Please. Let me see you.”

His eyes never left hers as he pushed off his wet swimming trunks, and she inhaled sharply as she saw his entire body for the first time. He was beautiful; all smooth lines of muscle and hard with excitement.

A rush of desire to feel him inside her filled Abby, and she reached for him. He gently eased her back and returned to kissing her slowly, tantalizingly, from head to toe. His hands stroked her everywhere but the one place she was desperate for him to touch. She arched her back and snuck her own hand onto one of her thighs. Though she was too self-conscious to ask him to touch her, she was okay with doing it herself if it came to that.

“Abby,” he said, admonishing her with a wicked grin. “While I would love to see that, it’s not happening. Keep these hands on this bed or I will tie them up.”

He pressed her palms to the cool sheet of the bed and Abby gave a small moan of excitement. He wouldn’t have to tie her up, but she liked thinking that he would. The way he was making her wait, building her excitement only to leave her wanting, was the sweetest torture she’d ever experienced.

As he kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts, Abby gasped as she felt his erection brushing her thigh. She was nearly throbbing with desire, and she wanted to beg him to satisfy it, but words failed her in her deep state of arousal.