Worth the Fall(54)

He flung the shirt aside. With a featherlight touch, he skimmed the back of his hand over her cheek flushed with passion. He continued the slow caress down her neck and over her bare shoulders to her arms. Her skin was petal soft. His eyes locked on her full breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over both nipples, drawing a sound from her that echoed straight to his already painful erection. He stroked and teased until she was trembling.

Can’t wait.

Shaking with need and something more, he lowered his head and took the raised peaks through the lace, pressing the buds between his lips then nipping lightly with his teeth. With a gasp, her hands flew to his shoulders and he soothed the sting with a lick of his tongue.

With a finger under each black bra strap, he eased them down until they hung on her arms, until only the clasp in the back stood between the hot skin of her breast and his mouth. Fingers shaking, he finished the task and froze at the sight of her. Almost unable to believe she was standing in front of him right now. Like this. Breasts bare, the tips already hard and red from his attention. Desire surged through him, making his head buzz like he was jumping into battle.

She was amazing. And she was his. And he knew, without a doubt, he was about to make love for the very first time.

He raised shaking hands and covered them, cupping her gently, loving their warmth, testing their weight. Full and soft. He brushed his hands across them, watching her suck in a breath as the hard little peaks grazed his rough palms.

Blood pounded in his head, his heart, and much lower. And his heart…He was suddenly overwhelmed. “God, Abby. You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her closer, arching her back, and taking as much as he could, he closed his mouth around her. Her hands slid from his shoulders to grasp the back of his head, asking for more, sending him higher.

When he was sure he was going to come before he ever got inside her, he lifted his head. Pressed a kiss to her mouth when she reached for him. “I’m not done.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she watched him in the dim light as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He took his time pulling the skirt down and off, kissing every newly revealed bit of skin. Beginning at her ankles, his hands took a lazy stroll up her legs. Over her calves, the backs of her knees.

She had the toned legs of a runner. Did she run? There was so much he still didn’t know about her. He continued over the backs of satiny thighs, his hands moving higher until he held her bottom. After tonight, there’d be a lot less he didn’t know.

The glow of a full moon fell through open drapes, and he looked up at her, naked except for the bit of lace he was about to relieve her of. Her eyes glowed like two green crystals in the half light. Her lips slightly parted, her face a mixture of uncertainty and desire.

With his hands full of her luscious ass, he leaned in the scant inch separating them and put his mouth to her belly. He closed his eyes and slid his lips back and forth before laying a kiss in the center. She was still small by most standards, but there were changes. “You’re bigger,” he said, placing soft kisses over her stomach.

She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. “Just what every woman wants to hear.”

He placed one more lingering kiss. He could stay right here. For the rest of his life, on his knees, gazing up at this woman.

Abby steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of the panties he pulled down. Then he stood and faced a completely naked Abby. It was almost too much, but it would never be enough.

She slid her hands slowly up his chest. “I don’t have any clothes on.” Her voice was sexy. Seductive.

And he was speechless. She looked the same as she had moments earlier, but the knowledge that she was, in fact, truly naked and he would very soon be inside her turned him mute.

“Matt.” Her hands contracted over his pecs, moved lower.

He covered her hands, seeking to gain one molecule of sanity.

“Matt,” she said again, a whisper in the moonlight. “Take off your pants.”

He did, and she lay on the bed before him like a feast.

He joined her, and kissed her mouth first, then her neck, her shoulders. Between and around each breast, nipping the damp, fragrant skin underneath, loving her with hands and lips until they were both shaking. Unable to get enough of her silky skin, her scent, her taste.

Her eyes were slightly glazed, her breath raspy. “Matt.”

For one terrible second he was afraid she was about to say stop. Her hands fluttered at her breast like she was trying to decide what to do with them, uncomfortable with her body now on display.

She stared up at him. “I’ve never…”

“If you’re about to tell me you’re a virgin, I’m going to have to call bullshit.”