“Right.” Tony gave him a knowing smile. “Help her pack. You have ten minutes.”
Matt walked toward Abby’s bedroom, a grin on his face. He could do a lot in ten minutes. His body ached for her and no way in hell was he waiting until tonight. He reached the entrance to her room. She stood facing the bed, putting last-minute items into her suitcase.
Amazing. You couldn’t even tell she was pregnant from the back, and her dress hugged the curve of her mouthwatering ass. She glanced back over her shoulder and met his eyes. Matt recognized the flare of heat as she watched him close and lock the door.
They came together somewhere in the middle of the room, a desperate battle of mouths and hands. Dear God, he’d missed her.
Abby strained toward his kiss, like she was starved and he was the only sustenance she needed. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle, then moved to his neck and into his hair.
“I need you,” he said against her mouth.
He backed her up until her legs were against the bed, turned her to face it, dying to be inside her.
Abby pulled her hair to the side, giving him an invitation. And he took it, running his tongue along her throat, taking his time. She tasted like cookies. He could do this forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.
Her arms reached back to wind around his neck, holding him, encouraging him. He scraped his teeth, nipping at the junction of neck and shoulder, knowing it made her squirm. Like she did now, wiggling and pushing her bottom against his erection.
Placing a line of hot kisses, he made his way back up, stopping just below her ear. “I missed you.” His hands moved slowly down her arms, over her breasts, and around her waist. It felt like a basketball now, ready to pop at any minute. “Are you okay to—”
“Yes. Please.” Her voice was thick with need. She dropped her hands from his neck and ran her palms down the outside of his legs.
Fighting to go slowly, Matt inched a hand up her side until he cupped her breast while the other moved up her thigh, raising her dress higher with it.
He went even harder when his fingertips found skin between the tops of thigh-high tights and the edge of lacy panties. Hell. Ten minutes was never going to be enough.
Abby dropped her head back against his chest and moaned when he pulled aside the V-neck of the stretchy wrap dress to expose a satin bra. Her breath came faster when he rolled her nipple through the silky fabric. When he pushed past the lace and found her warm and wet against his fingers. His own hunger built until he reached his limit.
“Put your hands on the bed.” Matt freed himself, got rid of the panties, and brought them close together again. So close the satin skin of her bottom caressed his thighs. She was fully clothed except for that and the sight of his hands on her milky white cheeks could make this over in seconds.
He leaned in to bury his face in her hair. “I love you.” He said it again as he slid into her from behind and moved with slow, shallow strokes. With her hip clasped in one hand, his other snaked around to find her breast. His blood hummed and vibrated, his heart swelled.
There had never been sex like this. Not the kind that blew his mind right out of his skull. Partly because she made him hot just thinking about her. But even more because he loved her so damn much. And she loved him. He could feel it in every inch of her body, and he wanted her love more than he wanted his next breath. That connection was new for him—making love, being in love.
He hissed between his teeth when she pushed back against him, begging for more, her heat drawing him deeper. And the second he felt her tighten around him, he let go.
As soon as he could, he straightened and pulled her up with him, holding her close while they caught their breaths. “I can’t be without you like that again,” Matt said into her hair.
Abby turned in his arms and ran her hands up to touch his neck. “I love you.”
She said it three more times, as if now that she’d finally let the words pass her lips she couldn’t say it enough. He wasn’t complaining. Damn, he was happy. It was almost too much, so he bent his head and took her mouth again in a long, slow kiss.
When they finally parted, he took one hand from her back and checked his watch. “And I have a minute to spare.”
“What?”
“I told Tony I was going to help you ‘pack.’ ” He made air quotes with one hand. “He gave me ten minutes.”
“You did what? Are you telling me I just met your brother fifteen minutes ago and he knows we’ve been in here having sex?” Her voice rose a couple of notches at the end.
“Well, he knows we haven’t seen each—”
“I’m not going to be able to look him in the eye when we leave this room. You know that, right?”