Page 140 of Until I Have You

Her eyes water, but she smiles.

“There’s my girl.”I nip her chin between my fingers.“There she is.”

The smile turns into a grin.“I’ve missed being your girl.”

My blood pounds, sending my heart racing…and my dick hardening.“Me too.You have no idea how empty life has felt without you.”

Abigail blinks, her light lashes, her eyelids lowering with lust.“I’ve been so empty without you too.”

I lick my lower lip, body beginning to fire on all cylinders.

Yes, I love her.Adore her in every way a person can.But the building blocks of our relationship were physical through and through.

I’m not going to pretend like my body hasn’t been craving her.

“Don’t do this, Abigail.The double entendres.This was supposed to be a sweet dinner and now you’re–”

“I never promised anything sweet about it.”

I rub a hand over my jaw, five o’clock shadow scrubbing over my fingers.“You’re very lucky I have a room just upstairs.”

“With a rickety, ancient bedframe, I’m sure,” she teases.

“I suppose that will just add extra challenges if we don’t want the neighbors to hear…” I glance over at nearby tables.

Abigail tilts her head to the side, hair draping demurely over her shoulder.“Who said we don’t want anyone to hear?”

I can’t get her upstairs fast enough after that comment.

My hand trembles with the key in the lock.

Bugger this charming little B&B with their old-fashioned locks.This is why you stay in hotels.Quicker access thanks to the keycards.

I manage it open, not a moment too soon, and almost tumble inside the tiny room.

As soon as the door is shut behind me, Abigail pounces, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

Oh…yes.

I was trying to be a gentleman, taking things slow.Kissing her hands, touching her waist, suggesting my presence rather than impressing it.

Now, though, Abigail, eager Abigail, has me pressed up against the door, kissing me, locking her fingers in my hair.Her mouth rumbles against mine.

She’s taken making the neighbors hear as a challenge and while my British sensibility is scandalized, I’m also thrilled by the idea.

Her hands fly to my shirt, making quick work of untucking it.“God, I need you so bad.”

“Impatient, are you?”I take hold of her wrists, pulling her hands off me.“You’ll be naked first.Always.”

Abigail swoons, her body rolling downward into the bed, splayed out.“Fine.Make me naked, then.”

Don’t mind if I do.

I take my time, though, despite my every inclination toward speed.

I work my lips down her body as I remove her clothing.First her shirt, revealing her pale belly and freckled chest.Then her shoes and socks, followed by her jeans.

Her long thin legs invite me closer, trying to pull me into her.

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