“Of course. We’ll have plenty of time together. Get some rest.”
“Okay.” Cait headed up the walkway and turned back to say, “See you two at breakfast?”
Abby looked at Aiden, the invitation in her eyes clear and enticing. He reached for her hand and said, “Yes, Cait. See you in the morning.”
As Cait disappeared through the door on the side of the garage that led to the apartment, Aiden drew Abby into his arms and said, “I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable. Are you sure it’s okay that we’re together while she’s here?”
“Aiden, we’re all adults, and it’s not like she can hear us from her apartment.”
“Good, because the thought of sleeping without you sucked.”
“Want to get tipsy with me?”
“I’ve been thinking about stripping off your sexy dress all night. I’m already half-drunk on you.” He lowered his lips to hers, taking her in the kiss he’d been holding back all night long. They stumbled up to the porch, stopping every few steps to kiss and juggle the bottles of alcohol.
She handed him the champagne, and as she unlocked the door, he kissed her neck, the desire that had been brewing all night burning hotter. When she ground her ass against his erection, he said, “Damn, baby. Keep doing that and I’ll drop these bottles and take you right here.”
She pushed the door open, tossed the keys on the table, and turned, her eyes dark as night as she said, “You’ve done enough taking. Tonight it’s my turn to do as I please.” She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him inside.
He nearly dropped the bottles as their mouths collided, but he managed to get them on the table. He toed off his shoes, their tongues battling for control as they stumbled through the living room. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and he tugged off her sweaterdress and dropped it to the floor. Her bra came next, sailing through the air as they made their way upstairs. She whimpered in frustration, tugging at his buttons. Adrenaline and lust coursed through his veins. He grabbed his shirt with both hands and tore it open, sending the buttons flying down the steps. She gasped, eyes wide, and he growled, “Your panties are next.”
She stripped them off before he could shred them, and he pushed off his jeans, kicking them down the stairs as they reached the landing. She bent to take off her boots, but he grabbed her wrists and backed her up against the wall, demanding, “Leave them on.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, grinding against her, earning the sexy sounds that always made him lose his mind. He drew her wrists over her head without breaking their kiss and trapped them with one hand, holding them there as his other hand snaked down her body, groping her breasts, teasing her nipples to firm peaks. She writhed against him, gloriously naked, and he ached to be inside her. But he loved drawing out her pleasure, fondling her breasts, caressing the dip at her waist, and clutching the swell of her hips, reveling in her curves. He moved his hand between her legs, teasing over her slick heat, and she moaned into his mouth, bowing off the wall.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said against her lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I need to touch you,” she pleaded breathlessly.
“You will, baby.” He dragged his tongue along her lower lip as he dipped his fingers inside her.
“More,” she pleaded.
He crushed his mouth to hers, devouring her as he stroked over the spot that sent her up on her toes. Her legs flexed, her breathing hitched, and she tore her mouth away.
“Oh, yesss,” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”
He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking and grazing his teeth over her sensitive skin, until his name flew from her lips. Her body pulsed around his fingers, and he captured her pleas, kissing her roughly as she rode the waves of her pleasure. He stayed with her, loving her mouth like he wanted to make love to her body as she came down from the peak. Her body melted against his. He released her wrists, and the feel of her hands on his shoulders and arms stoked the inferno burning him from the inside out.
“Christ, baby. I need to be inside you.”
She tipped her face up, her eyes glowing with desire. She grabbed him by the arms as she stepped away from the wall and pushed his back against it. “You will be. When I’m good and ready.” She grabbed his boxer briefs and stripped them down.
Holy hell, this woman . . .
She ran her hands up his legs, kissing his thighs. Her breath whispered over his eager erection, but she passed it by, rising to her feet, exploring his chest with her hands and mouth. He stifled a groan. Every slick of her tongue made his body throb, his cock weep. When she sealed her mouth over his nipple, using her tongue and teeth, he grabbed her head, fisting his fingers in her hair, hanging on to his sanity by a fast-fraying thread. She was so fucking sexy in those high-heeled boots as she sucked, kissed, and bit. Sweet Jesus, he’d never been so turned on. She was relentless, teasing him as she moved down his body and sank to her knees. By the time she wrapped her fingers around his thick length, stroking tight and perfect, his every muscle was corded. She dragged her tongue around the head of his cock and over the slit at the tip so exquisitely a curse fell from his lips. His body trembled with restraint as she teased and taunted. She grazed her teeth over his sensitive flesh, obliterating his ability to think of anything other than the need searing through his veins. He fought the urge to take control and drive into her mouth, but it was like holding back a freight train. Greedy desire stacked up inside him, pounding and aching until his skin felt too tight.
“Abs, I can’t take it.”
When she finally took him in her mouth, the pleasure was so intense, it spiked up his core, spreading through his chest like wildfire. His head lolled back and “Holy fuck” fell from his lips like a prayer. He clung to her hair as she worked him, sucking and licking and taking him right up to the edge of madness.
“Abby,” he warned.
Her eyes flicked up to his as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive glans, wickedness staring back at him, challenging him. She lowered her mouth over his shaft, her eyes remaining trained on his as she worked him into a thrusting frenzy of need. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, tugging her hair with the other, so she released his shaft.
“You need to stop or I’m going to lose it.”
She licked her lips, lust swimming in her eyes, and said, “I want you to lose it.”
He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak as she reclaimed his cock with a vengeance, working him faster, rougher, until his skin was on fire. She cupped his balls and tugged, catapulting him into ecstasy. Lights exploded behind his closed lids as his climax ravaged him. She stayed with him, taking everything he had to give, until he collapsed against the wall, panting, and lifted her to her feet. He held her against him, their hearts pounding erratically.
“Baby, baby, baby.” He cradled her face in his hands and said, “Where did that come from?”
Her shoulders rose in the sweetest shrug he’d ever seen. “I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“If I make you feel that good, then I deserve an award, because, baby, I’ve never . . .” It was too crude to say he’d never come so hard, but that wasn’t all he’d stopped himself from saying. Abby had cracked open his heart and crawled inside before she’d ever put her mouth on him, and the urge to tell her was as strong as his desire to help her dreams come true. But while he was thirty-eight and ready for more, Abby was just getting started. It might be too soon for her, too fast, and their lives too far apart to put that kind of pressure on her.