Chapter 19
Crash - You Me At Six
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y the time they reached their floor, Erik was almost running, pulling Abby along behind him. After mumbling apologies to the poor hotel worker who had stumbled upon them, they scrambled down flight after flight of stairs, pausing on landings to exchange clumsy, giggling kisses.
‘Room?’ Erik called over his shoulder.
‘Yours.’ Abby was breathless with the heady combination of joy, desire, and exertion.
But an immediate shift occurred in the atmosphere when the door closed behind them. Laughter died in Abby’s throat as Erik’s lips grazed the collar of her shirt. His shirt.
‘Why did you throw this on tonight?’ His voice had lost its levity of a few moments before, now rough with want as they came closer to what had always been inevitable, even if it had felt impossible for so long.
Abby’s fingers slipped under Erik’s jumper, revelling in the smooth, warm skin she found there. ‘Because even though I was kind of pissed at you, you’re the only one I want comforting me when I’m upset.’
Erik groaned into her neck. ‘See, now if I say what I was thinking, I’m going to sound like a horny arsehole.’
Abby grinned as she tugged on his hair. His lips followed the movement, moving up to work at a spot under her ear that felt heavenly. ‘Don’t let me stop you.’ She wasn’t sure if she meant the kissing or the talking.
‘I wanted to say that I desperately need you not to be wearing anything right now, but for the record, you in my clothes is about the hottest thing ever. It’s always driven me a little crazy. Even when we were teenagers.’
‘So the other morning when you saw me in your—’
‘Torture,’ he confirmed, slipping the soft fabric off her shoulders and replacing it with the heat of his mouth.
Abby shrugged, letting the shirt fall to the floor. ‘I kind of like the idea of you being a horny arsehole. It’s nice knowing I can affect you like that.’
He was always so composed, putting so much work into remaining solid and together. She was dying to be the reason he came apart.
Hands slid down the sides of her body, coming to rest on the zip running down her lower back. He tugged at it roughly. ‘Then you’re going to love hearing all the fantasies I’ve had about this dress.’
She whimpered at his words, grabbing the soft knit of his jumper and pushing it up his chest, hoping he would take the hint. He did. Of course he did. He whipped it off in seconds.
More. She needed more .
‘Off,’ she grumbled, tugging at the band of his joggers.
Erik complied as quickly as he had on top and Abby’s mouth dropped open as she finally got to look at all of him. She snapped back to the moment when Erik reached for her dress again.
‘This is number four on the list,’ he muttered, slipping the delicate straps off her shoulders. ‘Number two is what we did earlier.’ He eased the fabric down over her hips and groaned when he saw she hadn’t bothered to replace the underwear he’d stolen. ‘Three is you riding me with the dress still on. But—another time.’
Erik pulled Abby close again, and she melted at the feeling of him with no more barriers between them.
‘Fucking finally,’ she whispered, echoing his words from the roof.
When she angled her hips further into him, Erik moaned and yanked her towards the bed. She landed on top of him, her hair falling in a golden curtain around them.
‘Hang on, we should…’ Erik groped blindly towards his bedside drawers, just out of reach. ‘Condoms. In there. Could you?’
Abby made no attempt to move. ‘I have an IUD. And I’ve been tested since… Well. If you want—’
‘Fuck. Yes. Yes ,’ Erik breathed, eyes wide enough for her to drown in. ‘There’s so much I want to do to you. I don’t know where to start.’
‘Erik, please—’ Abby whimpered. His hardness pressing into her thigh only made her more desperate for him.
‘I’ve been thinking about this for a decade, Abby. I want to take my time.’ His voice was like sandpaper.
‘We can take our time tomorrow. We can take our time forever.’
He was kissing her shoulder again, and she felt the scrape of his stubble as he smiled against her skin.
‘But this whole fucking week has been extended foreplay and—and I really, really need you inside me,’ she finished quickly.
The fingers stroking her hips stilled and tightened. ‘As you wish, Sunshine.’ Erik rolled them so he was on top and sank slowly into her. His mouth dropped open. ‘Holy shit, baby. I’m gonna need a second.’
‘Baby?’ Talking. Talking was good. Talking might distract her from the completely overwhelming sense of him . The feeling of fullness where their bodies met. His breath coming in pants against her. That clean smell she always wanted to envelop herself in, so potent with so much of his skin bared.
She was glad he needed a pause. It might kill her when he started moving.
Erik ducked his head to kiss across her chest, hips still pinning her to the bed. ‘Sorry. Slipped out. Do you hate it?’
Her back arched as he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot near her collarbone. She shook her head. ‘I think I love it.’
‘I’ve always known our souls fit. I should have guessed your body would be made for me too. I’m just…processing? I didn’t know it could feel like this. Fuck, I should stop talking, shouldn’t I?’ He was rambling, words tripping over each other. She loved it.
‘Don’t. I’ve always got off on your voice a little bit.’ A truth that just days ago she would have vehemently denied, forced out as Erik finally rolled his hips in one slow, deep thrust.
‘Fucking hell, Abby. You can’t say shit like that when I’m barely holding on.’
But the idea of Erik losing control was mighty tempting, she thought as she lifted her hips to meet his next movement. ‘Maybe I want to see you let go.’
‘ God ,’ Erik gritted out, grabbing a fistful of the pillow next to her head. ‘You’re making it difficult to keep this tender and romantic.’
‘Sure I’m not making it hard ?’ She dragged one finger down the ridge of his spine, a defined line nestled in his back, enjoying the way it made him shudder.
‘Don’t make me spank you.’ His voice was light and teasing, but the want in his eyes had her squeezing around him.
Falling from his lips, the idea was more appealing than she’d ever considered.
‘Don’t threaten me with a good ti—’
The remainder of her teasing response evaporated with a hiss as Erik’s teeth grazed lightly over her breast. He looked up immediately. Threading her fingers through his hair, she shook her head and attempted to push him back down. ‘Don’t stop.’ She wasn’t even embarrassed by the pleading in her voice.
Erik smirked wickedly, holding her gaze as he circled one nipple lazily with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She was immensely grateful for those eyes—always showing her everything—now clouded over with lust. He looked possessed, consumed by desire for her .
It felt as though he spent hours on her breasts alone, still maintaining a steady pace with his hips. The build was slow but intense, and if he ever let her reach the edge of this cliff, the fall would be glorious.
‘Erik. Please,’ she whimpered, after an aggressive nip to her sternum sent a rush of need straight down her body. ‘I need more.’
With a loud moan, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder, and she’d thought it wasn’t possible, but he slid even deeper into her. The change in angle was heavenly, even more when he splayed his hand on her hip, leaving his thumb to rub tight circles between her legs. It shouldn’t have been enough to get her there. She should have needed more speed, more friction. But he was so deep and it felt like nothing she’d experienced before, and he was looking at her like she was a precious, wondrous creature. So when he leaned forward to kiss her, crushing her body into the mattress, it sent her tumbling into pure pleasure.
Erik bit her lip as she clenched around him, increasing his pace. Her orgasm rolled quickly into a second.
‘Fuck, Abby. I’m going to get addicted to that sound. That feeling .’
Abby hummed, her body vibrating with happiness. Erik’s movements became sloppier, faster. His hips jerked as she scraped her nails lightly over his back. Interesting .
‘I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that, Sunshine,’ he warned. Those guttural moans were starting to take their toll—his voice was becoming ragged.
Best orgasms of her life be damned. Her favourite part of this was learning that Erik was loud .
She dug her nails deeper. The first time had been instinctive. Almost an accident. But she’d enjoyed his reaction too much not to attempt a repeat performance.
‘Tell me I’m yours,’ he choked out.
‘You’re mine ,’ she whispered fervently, eyes locking with his. ‘And I’m so fucking yours, Erik.’
‘I love you.’ It was barely audible. She felt more than heard the words as his forehead dropped to hers, his hands tensing on her hips with every messy stroke. He had to be close.
‘I love you too.’ Abby slid her hands over his broad shoulders, coming gently to rest on his face. ‘I love you so much. And I will keep loving you as long as you let me.’
Seconds later, Erik came with a shout. He gently lifted her leg off his shoulder, rubbing her thigh to ease her aching muscles as he set it down. Then he collapsed onto her, his warm, heavy frame soothing as it compressed her tired body.
‘Too late, baby,’ he mumbled into her neck. ‘You already said forever. You’re stuck with me. Although,’ he said around a yawn, ‘who knows for how long. I think I’m dead.’
‘Only mostly,’ Abby said with a smile, running her fingers through his soft mop of hair.
Eventually Erik peeled himself off her and fetched a warm, wet cloth to clean her up.
When Abby returned from the bathroom, he tucked them in, pulling her back tightly against his chest after he turned out the light.
‘Hey, Erik?’ Abby struggled to get the words out, sleep threatening to take her. ‘I like that you’re calling me baby, but don’t stop calling me Sunshine, okay? Even if I cut off all my hair and dye it black.’
He huffed softly into her neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses. ‘It was never about your hair, Sunshine.’
She thought he said one more thing before she slipped into the darkness feathering at her consciousness.
‘It’s always been you .’