He didn’t care about mess, but he tried to be polite. “You need a hand?”
“No.” Her laugh was a little nervous as he walked into her lounge.
He stopped and stared at her dining table.
“I know, so tragic, right?” She hurried to clear the pieces.
“Don’t pack it away.” He stepped nearer, reaching out a hand with a rueful grin. “I always wanted some of this.”
“You never played with Lego as a kid?” She stood beside him.
“Nah, but I always wanted the space rocket,” he confessed. He’d never owned any of his own. Sure as hell hadn’t ever had as many toys as this. Lord, was he jealous of her? “So you collect?”
Abbi nodded, her cheeks that gorgeous cherry red.
“And you actually play with it, you don’t just keep it pristine in its boxes?”
“I play with it,” she mumbled. “And I build other techie-geeky-crafty things with my 3-D printer too. So now you know.”
“Can I play with you?” He laughed at the killer look she threw him. “I mean it. It’d be fun.”
She looked at him.
“Seriously.” He laughed, holding up his hands like an innocent.
She drew in a deep breath. “Okay,” she finally agreed, her posture relaxing. “You can play with my space rocket any time.” She winked.
“Thanks. I’m going to take you up on that sometime.”
“You can take me up on your big rocket right now.” She waggled her brows at him.
He groaned and stepped after her and she backed her way down the small hallway to her bedroom. “That’s the geek version of dirty talk?”
“Uh-huuuh.” Abbi suddenly stumbled, and then quickly righted herself again in an awkward movement. “And that was the geek version of ‘sexy sashay to the boudoir.’” She rolled her eyes and sheepishly kicked at the cardboard box on the floor by her open closet. The one she’d just almost fallen over. “I was sorting through my old clothes. Getting rid of the boring. I’ll just—”
“Hang on.” Joe had spied something near the top of that box. “You still have this?” He reached in and pulled out the long woolen scarf. Total blast from the past. He was surprised at the softness of it and was instantly hit with an idea so good his cock strained tighter. And he was going with it.
…
Abbi watched him run his hand down the length of the soft scarf. “You remember that?”
“Of course I do.” He laughed as he wound one end of it around his hand and tugged, as if testing its strength. “You wore this every single day of school whether it was raining or steaming hot.”
Yeah, she had. That scarf was extra wide and extra long and had basically been her safety blanket, hiding her well-endowed breasts from the ogling eyes of the high school boys. But she’d never have thought that he noticed at the time. Let alone remembered.
He sent her a sizzling look. “Come over here.”
Her nipples hardened. She was already wet—had been from the second she’d seen him on her doorstep looking edgy and predatory. She’d been trying so damn hard to put him out of her mind, but as soon as her brain got a second of downtime it lurched to thoughts of Joe—where he was, what he was doing, wondering when he was going to call…
So lame. She didn’t want to be waiting like that. Didn’t want to be aching either, and not just for sex. But for simple time with him.
“You ready for your next lesson?” he asked softly, his voice practically throbbing with promise.
Abbi felt the electricity snap, but she couldn’t just roll over for him. Just because she hadn’t seen him in a couple of days didn’t mean she was going to turn sex slave in six seconds. “Your rules again?” she asked saucily.
His eyes flared—amusement, arousal, appreciation. “You have a problem with my instruction?”
She lifted a shoulder carelessly.
“You giving your teacher some lip?” he challenged.
“So what if I am?” she challenged him right back.
He glanced down at the scarf and then looked back up at her, his expression even edgier. “I think you just earned yourself some time in detention.”
Anticipation and curiosity curled tight around her nerves. Her nipples tightened, sending sizzling pulses of pre-pleasure excitement to her wet pussy.
“Detention?”
“Always begins with the student stripping.” A tiny smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
It was so obvious he had wicked, carnal plans. Again.
Hallelujah.
Truth was he was too much temptation. And ooh yeah, sex slave she was. Because she wanted him more than she wanted anything. She’d missed him. She whipped her tee over her head and pushed down her pants and stepped out of them. Then she looked at him and raised an eyebrow.