Page 56 of Hidden Vows
The momenther lips touch mine I finally give in to the urge to touch her. My arms wrap around her, pulling her close. I’ve craved the feel of her body pressed against mine since I lost it a week ago.
I’ve craved the feel of her since I left seventeen years ago, but I didn’t realize how much until I had her back in my arms.
Abbey already said it, things aren’t perfect between us. We aren’t picking up where we left off seventeen years ago, but we are moving forward—and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Not even the time we’ve lost.
“Mo ghrá,” I groan against her lips.
Part of me thinks I should be embarrassed by how quickly my body reacts to Abbey’s nearness, but I’m not, especially when she presses her body closer to mine. She’s just as needy for me as I am for her.
I let my hands trail from her back down over her ass to her thighs where I get enough leverage to lift her. Abbey doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around me, pressing her core against my aching cock.
“Jude,” she moans as she grinds her hips against me.
“I don’t want to rush this,” I breathe against her cheek. “I want to take my time. I want to cherish you.”
She pulls her face away from mine, just enough to look me in the eyes. “Cherish me later.”
My lips crash back onto hers, that desperation from last week is back as if it never left, and maybe it didn’t. Maybe it’s been just under the surface since she rushed out of my apartment.
I’m still going to cherish her—there’s no way I can’t—but I’ll give her a taste of what she wants.
I carry her to the bedroom, never letting my lips leave hers. Not until I feel the foot of her bed press against the front of my legs.
With her legs wrapped tight around me, I bend, bracing one hand on the bed and the other on her back as I lower her. She releases her legs from around me, but grips my shirt so tight I think she might rip it, and the heat in her eyes as she looks at me does something to my soul.
“I don’t know how I survived without you all these years,” I whisper in the quiet of her room.
I know I got this sight last week, but it wasn’t enough. I love the look of her sprawled across her bed, peering up at me with lust in her eyes.
“Let’s not worry about that right now.” Her hand cups my cheek as her eyes bounce between mine. “I know we still have a lot to figure out, but we have time, and that’s all that matters now.”
I let my eyes wander her face, studying every inch, trying to find some part of her that doesn’t believe what she’s saying, but I can’t. She’s in this for the long haul and a weight is lifted from my shoulders at that realization.
My head falls to her chest in disbelief. I can’t believe I’m this lucky to get a second chance with her.
“Babe,” she whispers as her fingers thread through my hair at the nape of my neck, and when I lift my eyes to meet hers again, I know she sees the tears I’m trying desperately to hold at bay.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make it up to you.”
I don’t let her respond before my lips are back on hers in a bruising kiss. I’m going to focus on this moment like Abbey asked, and worry about the rest later, but there’s no way I don’t at least start proving how much I’ve missed her now.
Abbey’s hands slip down my back, pulling at my shirt. “I need to feel you,” she moans.
I give her what she wants, pulling away enough to pull my shirt off, but then my lips are back on her skin, this time trailing a path down her neck and to the swell of her breast peeking out from the top of her tank top.
“Don’t tease.” She squirms beneath me, wanting more than the feather light touches I’m giving her.
“Hmm,” I hum, my hands lightly trailing across the bare skin above her shorts where her shirt has risen. “I’m not teasing, I’m savoring.”
“Savor later,” she pleads, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Patience, love.” I lift my head, meeting her eye for eye as I slide a hand down her thigh, caressing the exposed skin before sliding up, pulling the hem of her loose shorts with me. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
“Jude,” she groans, her hips jerking when my fingers slide under her shorts and graze over the wet spot growing on her panties.
I keep my eyes on Abbey’s face as I pull her panties to the side, letting my knuckle brush against her soaked clit. Her eyes flutter closed as her back arches and her hips roll, her body searching formore friction. I don’t make her wait. My fingers find her clit and give her the pressure she wants.
“I need more,” she breathes out, her eyes landing on mine. “I need you inside me.” She reaches between us, fumbling with the button of my jeans.
