Page 30 of Anything For This Love

I go to her immediately, sliding my hand to the back of her head and holding her mouth against mine as I ravish it. Her lips part and I slip inside, tangling my tongue with hers. She moans as I press her back against the door, my fingers spearing into her hair. I reach for the knob, turning it and deftly guiding her inside. Pushing it closed with my foot, I back her up until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Our kisses are desperate and impatient, a warring of teeth and tongues trying to gain the upper hand. I pull back just long enough to slip her shirt over her head. Her hands find the button on my jeans and flick it open, dragging the zipper down until they’re completely undone. She shoves her hands inside the denim and pushes it down my hips, my boxer briefs following quickly behind.

I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, removing my shirt in one swift motion. Her eyes dance with excitement as I crawl over her body. My hands frame her thighs, sliding up the smooth fabric of her leggings. Hooking my fingers inside the waistband, I slowly drag them down her legs, leaving her in just her bra and panties. My fingers dance over her skin as it pebbles under my touch. The closer I get to her center, the more she squirms. Her chest rises and falls quickly as my hands frame her hips and yank her down toward me. I kiss her through the cotton covering her mound and she groans, arching her back.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

I pinch my eyes closed, trying to maintain control. The word is spoken so sweetly, so softly that it causes me to throb, the sound going straight to my straining erection.

I kiss my way up her stomach, settling on her mouth as I dip my finger inside her panties. I find her wet and wanting, the pad of my middle finger sliding over her clit to her opening.

“I’ll give you anything you want. You just have to ask.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Like this?” I slip my finger inside her tight entrance, stroking a few times before adding another. Her hips buck, meeting my thrusts.

“Yes,” she sighs, gripping my shoulders.

I bring her to the edge, brushing her tight bundle of nerves every so often. She pouts when I remove my fingers, but her eyes widen in shock when I place them in my mouth and suck. She watches me, entranced, her eyes darkening with desire. I hover above her, slipping each strap of her bra down her shoulders and tugging the cups until her breasts are fully exposed. Dipping my head, I suck one dusky peak into my mouth and palm the other, kneading it before trapping the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her body bows off the bed as a low moan escapes her lips.

“More,” she begs. Eager to grant her request, I roll away from her and grab a condom from my nightstand, returning to find her unclasping her bra. She tosses it aside and begins to shimmy out of her panties, but I stop her.

“Let me,” I demand. She complies and lies back on the pillow, lifting her bottom as I tug on the strings over her hips. Her legs fall open and I settle myself between them. My lips find hers and I kiss her deeply as I plunge inside her body. It feels so good to have her in my arms, to have her thighs framing my hips and her ankles clamped around my back. I take my time, savoring every thrust as the tension builds, both our bodies coiled tightly, prepared to detonate at any moment.

I find her clit with the pad of my thumb and circle it. Her body tightens around me, gripping my cock like a vice. An animalistic grunt rumbles up my throat as I attempt to stave off my release.

Her orgasm rips through her, her entire body convulsing. The aftershocks milk me, spurring on my own release. I collapse on top of her, panting into her shoulder, my brow dotted with sweat.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

She giggles and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I missed you, too.”

“I wish you were closer. We go too long without seeing each other.”

She sobers, a forlorn expression replacing her soft smile. I instantly regret my words.

“I do too,” she states sadly.

I’m not prepared for the conversation this line of thought will lead to. Not yet, at least. I know one day, we’ll have to address the situation and work out other living arrangements, but neither of us is ready for that.

Pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, I lift my body from hers and go to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When I return, she’s slipping her clothes back on. Disappointment snakes through me. I’d hoped to crawl under the covers with her and let our naked bodies warm each other, but she obviously has other ideas. I hope I haven’t upset her with my careless comment. I walk to my dresser and pull a pair of pajama pants from the drawer.

“I’ll be right back,” she announces as she heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it. If I wasn’t balanced precariously on one leg trying to get my pants on, I’d probably be tackling her and carrying her back to my bed.

She turns to me, her eyes alight with humor. I must look ridiculous in my partially dressed state. “I’m just going to grab my bag. I’m not trying to escape or anything.”

Damn, am I that obvious?

“Oh,” I reply dumbly. “Is it still in your car? I can grab it for you.”

“It’s okay,” she chuckles, watching me struggle to shove my foot through the remaining leg of my flannels. “I can get it.” She’s down the stairs before I can stumble to the open doorway.

Abby returns with her weekender bag and small rolling suitcase in tow, a pink and blue backpack I assume belongs to Chloe slung over one shoulder. Her luggage looks like it’s seen better days. The seams are fraying and there’s a strip of duct tape holding a side pocket on her bag together. I never noticed it before, but it looks like she’s holding onto these bags like she did her dad’s truck. She’s going to use them until they fall apart.

Perking up, I realize I finally have an idea of what to get her for Christmas. I make a mental note to check out luggage. I bet they even make some in lavender.

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