Page 61 of Everything We Left Unsaid

“Ugh,” she groans, “but you feel so good.” She rocks her hips slowly despite my efforts to hold her still. Her head falls back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and I nearly come again at the sight and sound.

“So do you,” I concur, my hands relaxing to splay across her thighs. “But we have to stop.” It’s a halfhearted command. I’m doing nothing to stop this, enjoying every delicious second of her riding my cock, her moans and whimpers driving me mad with desire.

“Fuck,” I growl, knowing what I need to do, yet powerless to do it. Instead, I lay back and watch as her breasts bounce gently with each thrust. My eyes drift lower, zeroing in on where our bodies connect. “Ah,” I groan, and my head falls back. That vision will forever stay with me. Her tight warmth leaving my skin wet every time she lifts her hips just to slam back down. I’m getting closer, and if I don’t stop this now, I’m going to spill inside her. Fuck.

In one swift, fluid movement, I roll her onto her back and pin her to the bed. I capture her mouth in a passionate kiss and thrust deeply into her. “Hold on a sec,” I say against her lips. When I pull out of her, I instantly miss the sensation of her wrapped tightly around me. Her lips pull into a pout and her brows furrow. Looks like I’m not the only one who misses that feeling.

I pull another condom from the box, opening it and rolling it on in record time. “Where were we?” I ask as I crawl over her body. She eagerly reaches for me, gripping my shaft and guiding me to her entrance. I sink back into her and it’s like returning to paradise. I squeeze my eyes shut and my forehead drops to her shoulder. She gasps as I find my rhythm again.

I pull back until only the tip remains sheathed in her tight warmth and slowly ease back in. After a few tortuously slow thrusts, she digs her heels into my ass and lifts her hips, eager for me to fill her, deep and hard, all the way to the hilt.

“How do you want it?” my gruff tone demands.

“Any way you’ll give it to me,” she pants. The corners of my lips turn up in a wicked grin. I hope she’s ready for this.

I flip her over and pull her hips back, bringing her up on her knees. She scrambles to get her hands underneath her and pushes herself up on all fours. I guide my hardened length between her legs and stroke it against her hot, slick center, brushing the head against her clit. She groans and arches her back, and the motion lifts her ass towards me. The hand still gripping her hip slides back to palm her cheek, squeezing gently. My fingers dig into her juicy flesh, making little indentions in the perfectly round globe. I never really considered myself an ass man until Abby. Hers is just so damn perfect.

I finally re-enter her and I swear my toes curl. She’s so damn tight from this angle. The tingling starts at the base of my spine, warning me of my impending orgasm. I roll my hips, trying to reach that spot that will make her explode. She peers at me over her shoulder, the side of her lip caught between her teeth. I’d love to thrust my hands in her hair and lean down for a kiss, rescuing that perfectly pouty lip from her assault, but I can’t stop now. We’re both so close. Her legs quiver and she lets out a little mewl. My fingers grip her hips tightly, steadying her as I slam into her, hitting every sweet, pleasure-filled button she has.

Her sweat-slickened skin glistens in the low light and her arms shake, threatening to collapse. I reach underneath her and press my hand to her chest, hoping to keep her upright, but my hand has a mind of its own. It quickly finds her breast and I can’t help myself. I find her nipple and roll it between my fingers. This sends her over the edge and she cries out, coming hard. The powerful pulsations grip me, milking every last ounce of liquid pleasure from my body. I collapse against her back, half on top of her. We both suck in air as we try to catch our breath.

“Wow,” she breathes out. “That was...”

“Amazing,” I finish for her when she pauses.

“Yeah,” she agrees, breathless. “Amazing.”

We tiptoe intoAbby’s house at half-past eleven. Silence greets us as she gently pulls the front door shut. Floorboards groan in protest, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet hallway as we creep toward her room. Chloe lies curled up in Tiff’s arms, both of them fast asleep, my little girl snoring softly.

“I’m half-tempted to just leave them there.” Abby gazes down on them, a sweet smile gracing her soft pink lips. “They look tired.”

“Come on.” I grab her hand and lead her out to the living room, dropping onto the couch. Pulling her into my lap, her knees pressed into the cushion on either side of me, I brush the hair from her face and kiss her sweetly. “I had a great time tonight.”

“So did I.” She kisses me for a long time, her elbows resting on my shoulders, her hand splayed over the back of my head, holding my lips to hers. She finally pulls away and presses her forehead against mine, her eyes closed, thick black lashes fanning her cheeks.

“Why does this feel like goodbye again?” Her voice is low and gentle, a hint of anguish tinting her words.

I tilt my head back and press my finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine. Her eyes drift open and shimmer with unshed tears.

“This is not goodbye.” I proclaim. “I’m already planning my schedule so I can come back, and so you and Chloe can come meet my family.”

“Meet your family?” she asks, her eyes flaring in surprise.

“Yes,” I confirm. “I want you and Chloe to meet my family. Not right away,” I assure her. They’ll need a little time to adjust to the idea of me having a child. “But soon enough. Before the holidays,” I clarify. “I need to tell them about you two first, explain what happened.” She still looks doubtful, glancing away and curling into herself. What is that all about?

“Hey.” I brush my fingers over her jaw and turn her face back to mine. “What’s wrong?” Does she not want to meet them? Isn’t that what people do when they’re serious about each other? Meet each other’s families? I’ve met most of hers already.

She hesitates for a moment and I can tell she’s biting the inside of her cheek. Finally, she lets out a sigh, but doesn’t meet my gaze. “What if they don’t like me?” The look on her face twists my insides. I hate seeing her feeling insecure. She has nothing to worry about.

“They’re going to love you,” I assure her. At least I think they will. My mother may take a while to warm up to her, but I have a feeling Chloe will win her over pretty quickly. She’s missed having a little girl to dote on. My daughter will have her grandmother wrapped around her little finger in no time. “And they’ll adore Chloe.” I cup her cheek and she turns into my touch.

“I hope you’re right.” I know I am. I kiss her one last time before she slides off my lap. “I’d better get to bed. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.” She walks me to the door and we say our goodbyes. I think about her the whole way back to the inn, wishing we could spend the night together. Maybe I should have just stayed there, curled up next to her in that full-sized bed so I could hold her all night. I don’t know if I could’ve kept my hands to myself, though, and with Chloe in the room, messing around wouldn’t be an option.

I sigh as I fall to my bed, the sheets mussed from our lovemaking earlier. I inhale deeply and breathe in her scent, groaning at the memories it conjures. How am I going to go back home and spend weeks away from her this time? Now that I know how she feels about me and that I didn’t imagine the love we shared, I don’t know how I’ll survive until I can work another visit into my schedule. I’ve only been away from her for ten minutes and I already miss her like crazy.

When my alarm sounds the next morning, it feels like I’ve only been asleep a few minutes. Abby’s scent engulfs me once more and I fist the sheets in my hand, pulling it to my nose and dragging in a breath of air that smells of her skin. I feel myself growing stiff as images of her from last night flash through my mind. Making love to her again was utter euphoria.

Finally.

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