He wound his tongue in long, slow circles across her nipple, and she moaned loudly when his teeth closed around it gently.
“Chris,” she breathed. “God, Chris, please.”
“Please what?” he asked lightly. She exhaled, embarrassed.
“All you have to do is say it,” he said, moving to her other nipple. Abby moaned again, needing the release that only he could give her.
“Please make me come,” she whispered.
“God, I love the sound of that. Of course, baby.”
He pushed her thighs apart and Abby was dizzy with anticipation. She knew it would take nothing to send her over the edge. When Chris eased his tongue between her legs, she cried out loudly from the deep, overwhelming sensation. In just a few seconds, she arched herself into him, seized by a deep orgasm that spread through her entire body.
She was breathless as she came down from it, still panting as he settled next to her in bed.
“You’re incredible,” she said. “That was…”
“You’re so sexy when you come. It’s like you’re trying to fight it off or something.”
“But I never can with you.”
He smiled and she reached for his face, running her fingers over the line of his jaw.
“Can I try to impress you now?” she asked.
“I already got everything I wanted tonight. Do you mind if we leave the doors open? It’s nice waking up to the sound of the ocean. It might get a little cold in here, though.”
“We have covers. Let’s leave them open. If you’re not wearing your t-shirt to bed, can I have it?”
“Sure.”
As she snuggled against Chris, Abby was content. The longer she spent with him, the less she felt like an imposter. Here, away from the club, her mother, and all the other distractions she usually had, she felt like she was right where she belonged.
“You look a lot better in that shirt than I do,” Chris said as Abby brushed her teeth at the bathroom sink.
“I don’t know about that.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“We’re in Malibu. I’m good with anything.”
“We can go out and see the town if you want, or stay here and do nothing.”
“Nothing sounds nice. I brought a book I’d like to read,” she said, putting down the toothbrush and turning her attention to brushing her hair.
“We’ll spend the day on the beach, then.”
“Great,” she said. “But I’m not wearing a bikini. I about froze yesterday in regular clothes.”
“I think you’re hotter in my shirt than a bikini, anyway.” Chris took the hairbrush from her hand and put it down, turning her around to face him. His hand moved up her thigh to her bare hip, and she felt him hardening against her. He leaned down for a kiss, and a surge of wanting passed through Abby. She slid her hand down the back of his boxers, willing him to move her onto the bathroom counter and give her what she wanted so badly.
“We’d better get dressed,” he said in her ear.
“That’s what you want right now?”
“You know what I want. But not yet, Abby.”
She spent most of the day sitting between Chris’ legs in a big lounge chair on the beach, reading while reclined on his chest. He browsed the Internet on his tablet, playing with a section of her hair. As their feet wound together, Abby realized that this felt more intimate than what they had done the night before. The familiarity they were starting to feel for each other was something she’d never had.
They went into the house in the afternoon to make lunch, and Abby went to their room to call home while Chris made them both a sandwich. When she found him, his friends were in the kitchen with him, using the blender to make tropical drinks.
“Hey, how are the girls?” Chris asked as Abby approached.
“They’re good. Marla took them to a movie and some kind of old-fashioned ice cream shop. They’ll be sorry to see me come home after this weekend.”
“ You have kids? How old are you, anyway?” Jen asked with an edge in her voice.
“25,” Abby said.
“24,” Chris corrected, looking confused.
“I turned 25 last week.”
Chris’ eyes bulged as took a step back from the counter, looking shocked.
“I missed your birthday?” he cried. “Shit!”
“It’s no big deal. You didn’t even know. I had a good day, really. Marla took me out for lunch and Audrey and Sara made me a cake.”
“You’re the worst non-boyfriend ever,” Charlotte quipped.
“Abby! Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris sounded hurt, and Abby felt awkward about everyone else listening to them.