Page 8 of Spring Fling

Abbi flushes bright red and I pull her close, dropping a kiss on her crown. “This isn’t a fling,” I say as much for Abbi as for Jess.”

A ginger eyebrow arches and Jess looks between us warily. “You guys are going to do long distance?”

I open my mouth to correct her but I’m not given the chance.

“We’ll talk about it later, okay, Jess?” she rushes to answer. I frown and again, start to speak but she pivots to face me and goes up on the balls of her feet to peck my lips, distracting me. Then she attempts to whirl around, releasing my hand.

I tighten my hold and yank her back, spinning her right into my chest. “Don’t ever kiss me like that again, baby,” I snap. “When your lips touch mine, you will kiss me like you mean it.” My mouth crashes down over hers and I gather her up into my arms, lifting her feet right off the ground. Tilting my head, I angle for a deeper kiss, taking as much as I can to get me through until I’m able to touch her again.

When I finally tear away from her and set her on her feet, I smirk at the dazed expression on her face. With my hands on her shoulders, I turn her around.

“I’ll text you later, baby,” I murmur in her ear. “Move it, you don’t want to miss your flight.” I pat her on the ass and give her a light push. She shoots a disgruntled frown over her shoulder but keeps moving toward security.

I watch her hips sway, my eyes glued to the seductive sight. She’s so damn beautiful. I’ll be in Boston tomorrow night, but then I start work Monday morning and I’m sure Abbi’s classes resume. I wasn’t going to wait a whole week to see her though. Come Monday, I fully intended to be making plans to move her in with me.

Looking down at my phone as I headed back to my car, I grinned and typed out a text.

Me:Are you sore?Can you feel me every time you move?

I keep walking, but hold my phone in my hand so I don’t miss her response. I’m all the way back at my Jeep before the little text bubble pops up. It disappears and reappears a few times as though she can’t decide what to say and keeps deleting her answer and starting over.

Mine:Yes.

Her simple response makes me laugh and I picture the blush stealing over the apples of her cheeks.

Me:Good. It’s a reminder that you’re mine until I can be there to do the job myself.

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