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“What?” she squeaks, looking up at me with hope in her eyes.
“The truth is that I’m not a very good actor. Never have been. I'm only convincing when I’m really excited about the role.”
“Is that so?”
I don’t even answer the question. I take Abbi in my arms instead. And I stare down into her gray eyes as I take her mouth in a firm kiss. She melts against me. Finally. This kiss is 100% real. It’s the one we’ve needed since Thanksgiving. Since forever.
Mr. Smooth is nowhere to be found. I don’t feel smooth when Abbi’s around. There’s only the bumbling idiot who needs her so badly. And the Sexy Beast who’ll take over when he gets the chance.
And now is his chance. I wrap an arm around Abbi’s waist and pull her tightly to my body. Her bag goes thunk onto the porch, and her hands grip my jacket.
“Abbi,” I say between kisses. “Come home with me.”
“No,” she says, and I almost weep with disappointment. But then she says, “My place is closer.”
Yaaaaaas!
And then we’re in motion. I reach down and grab her bag, while she whips a hand inside, fishing for her keys, hurrying to open the outer door then unlock the door to her unit. The moment we step inside her apartment, I lean down and sweep her up into my arms again.
She lets out a little gasp of shock as her feet leave the floor.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Hell yes. I was just surprised.”
“Good.” I kick the door shut and then brace her against it. “Let’s get a few things straight before I carry you to bed.”
“O-kay,” she stammers, wrapping her legs around me.
She can probably feel my cock pressing against her core now. “Look, I’ve needed to kiss you for a long time. And I don’t want to wait any longer.” Just to prove my point, I skim my lips along her jaw, and then down her neck. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she says with a shiver and a little groan.
“Good. There’s a few more things I need, if it’s okay.”
“Like what?” she whispers.
"No more acting, honey. I’m handing over my Academy Award. This time I want it to be real.” I glance into the shadows of her little one-room apartment. “Is that headboard sturdy?”
“Y-yes…”
Abbi rolls her hips against me, and now it’s me who groans. “Aw, yeah. I’m going to need you to moan my name again. But this time, I want to be inside you when you do it.”
She swallows roughly. “That can be arranged.”
“Good.” I sink into another kiss, and her mouth is hot and welcoming.
Sixteen
The Shape of You
Abbi
Braced in Weston’s strong arms, his taste on my tongue, I’m flooded with several conflicting sensations at once. His chest is warm and solid against mine. His kiss is bossy and loving. Lord knows that nobody ever holds me. I haven’t felt so protected in a very long time.
God, I’m such a girl. But this man just threatened Price for me. If that’s not sexy, I don’t know what is.
Making a hungry noise, Weston changes the angle of his kiss and then plunders my mouth again. And wow—I didn’t know you could feel utterly safe and still super excited at the same time. But here we are. I have no idea what he’ll do next, but I already know I’ll like it.
