“Tomorrow?”
“Perfect.” He inhaled deeply. Tomorrow Hailey would learn he was her father. Would she be happy? Upset? What kind of questions would she have? He looked at Abigail and knew that she had most likely already had the conversation in her head and had the answers. He’d follow her lead and together they would get it right.
* * * *
Climbing out of the limo, Abigail hated that the evening came to to an end. After dinner, Josh had taken her to a show. He’d held her hand and even stolen a kiss or two. On the way home it had taken every ounce of her control not to ravish him. She wasn’t sure if the wine from dinner was having the effect on her or if her desire for him was getting so strong that she couldn’t hold off any longer.
Inside the house, Abigail stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back at Josh. He stood there, his jacket draped over one shoulder. She licked her lips and wondered if he was having as hard a time as she was.
“What are your plans?” she asked.
“I’m not sure.”
She walked toward him, her heels echoing on the tile floor. As she stood before him, he raised a hand up to stop her.
“Only do this if you’re sure.”
Abigail nodded. “You’re right.” She stared into his eyes. Every ounce of her told her not to hold back. Reaching out, she gripped his shirt in her hands. “I’m sure.”
It was all either of them needed. Their lips connected in an instant. She was glad his arms were around her or she would’ve fallen from the force of the kiss alone. One leg lifted and his hand gripped her inner thigh, holding it up. His erection pressed into her center and she was eager to get hers and his clothes off.
Breaking away from his kiss, she said, “We should take this upstairs.”
Letting go of her leg, he chuckled. “You’re right. The sooner I have you naked in bed, the sooner I can taste and explore.”
A shiver went down her spine. “What are we waiting for?”
As they ascended the stairs, Abigail took a moment to make sure this was what she wanted. The man behind her was strong, powerful, rich, but also sweet, caring, and passionate. Oh, yes, this was what she wanted.
She paused in front of Hailey’s door. It was open just a crack. She first glanced at Josh, who nodded at her. Next she peered in, seeing her daughter sound asleep. The nanny’s room was across the hall and Abigail knew that for tonight, if her daughter needed anything, Ms. Janet would be there. Abigail could fully enjoy her evening with Josh.
She entered his room and then spun around to look at him. He was a sight and could steal her breath with a single smile. “Maybe I should ask you,” she began, “are you sure?”
He walked closer to her and she stepped back, seeing the passion in his eyes. With his hands on her waist, he kept her walking backward until her back landed against the wall. “Touch me and you’ll know.”
Her fingers ached, but with her gaze locked on his, she did as he asked. Her hand slowly made its way down his firm chest and abs, past his belt buckle, and finally to the very large muscle in his pants. Wrapping her hand around it, she pumped in a leisurely manner.
Josh groaned and then wiggled himself from her grasp. “Not quite yet. I want to play with you.”
Before she could say anything, his hand nudged her thighs apart. With one hand, he grabbed the one she’d been fondling him with and lifted it above her head, pinning it and her other arm against the wall. She gasped, but then with his free hand, he pushed her panties aside and slid his fingers into her folds. She gasped again, but in a different way.
His lips claimed hers and she took his kiss as best she could. But his fingers dived into her, two at a time.
“You’re so wet.”
She couldn’t form any words to tell him that it was him, that he made her this way. She stood up on her tiptoes as he fingered her. Her back arched and she leaned her head against the wall. Josh took it as an opportunity to lick and nibble on her neck.
Abigail wasn’t going to last. She squirmed as the pleasure built inside her. Coming so soon seemed so juvenile to her, but she couldn’t hold off.
“Just let go,” Josh commanded.
She nodded and as the waves tore through her, she cried out. Her hips gyrated with his fingers, bringing them deeper inside her. He still pinned her hands above her head. She felt absolutely wanton, but loved it. Opening her eyes, she stared right into his as she rode out her orgasm, panting the whole time.
Once it was over and she couldn’t take anymore, he let go of her arms and removed his other hand from inside her. He picked her up and carried her to his bed, laying her down.
“That was good,” she murmured. “But it’s my turn to please you.” Reaching out, she yanked him by his pants, pulling him down onto the bed with her.