Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Ryan could barely think straight and hadn’t been able to since the moment Abby invited him into her place. His dick was hard, and his brain had gone on the fritz.
But he’d be damned if he walked away now.
To say that he wanted Abby was an understatement. He’d always wanted her. Had found her attractive from the beginning. Had loved the way she smiled and looked at him, making him freeze and wonder what to do next.
But this wasn’t any of those times.
This was him. This was Abby.
And she had let him in. In more ways than one.
And now, all he wanted to do was lean forward and brush his lips along hers. But he needed to make sure that she was really okay with this. That she wasn’t just acting in the heat of the moment and would regret it later.
He didn’t want any regrets between them. He already had enough of those to last a lifetime.
“Are you sure, Abby?” He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned forward. He didn’t kiss her, but he wanted to.
From the heat in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated, he figured that she wanted him to as well. But he needed to hear the words. There would be no mistakes.
This would not be a mistake.
“I invited you in, didn’t I?”
“I need to hear the words, Abby. I need to hear exactly what you want.”
She smiled then, and he about swallowed his tongue.
“I want you to kiss me. And then I want you to help me strip out of these clothes, although these boots might take a little bit. And then I want you to stand there while I strip you out of yours. And then I want you to kiss me again, though maybe not on my mouth. I want you to make me feel. I want you to make me smile. I want you to make me come. I want it all. Is that okay? Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can take me right against this wall? Or maybe on the couch over there. Or maybe even in my bedroom?”
He swallowed hard, and then ran his thumb over her cheek, loving the way she shivered at his touch.
She wasn’t afraid of him. That much he knew.
That much he could tell. And the fact that she could just come out and say those words right then?
The fact that she could just tell him exactly what she wanted?
No wonder his dick was so fucking hard.
“I think that can be arranged. But you need to tell me what you want the whole time, okay? I don’t mind being told what to do.”
She laughed and then took a step forward, placing her hand on his chest. He wondered if she could hear the racing of his heartbeat. Because that was about all he could hear in his ears.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
A rapid succession of beats that made it hard for him to think.
Abby made it hard for him to think.
“Kiss me, Ryan. It’s just you and me here. I promise.”
He didn’t know if that was quite true. They might be alone in this house, but they weren’t the only two people there. And that was okay. Max would always be there. The fact that Michael was also on Ryan’s mind made it a little harder, but he could just focus on Abby. She deserved that and more.
“I think that can be arranged.” And then he lowered his head, gently brushing his lips along hers. She sucked in a breath, a barely audible sound, and it made him groan.
When she parted her lips ever so slightly, he let his tongue slide along hers, deepening the kiss.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That brought her breasts right to his chest, her hard nipples poking him even through her bra and dress and his shirt.
He didn’t mind; he wanted all of her. Wanted more of her.
And tonight, he was going to have her.
Tonight he would give her himself, as well.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, his lips practically still against hers. It was just a whisper, just a breath of words, but she had heard him.
“Anywhere. Anywhere.” She repeated the word, her voice but a whisper. So he kissed her again, tasting her and teasing her ever so slightly.
She tasted of the wine from dinner, of the Alfredo they had shared between laughs. She smelled of tea, and he knew that was just the scent of her. She would always smell that way, of home and happiness. Every time he scented tea, he would likely get hard.
There was probably something wrong with him for that, but he didn’t give a fuck.
He had Abby in his arms, and that was all that mattered.
“We’ll go slow, I promise.”
“What if I don’t want slow?” she asked, her hand moving to his waistband. When she tugged, he smiled.
“Okay. The first time we can go slow. The second time? I can go as fast and hard as you want.”
“Second time? Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?” She winked, and he leaned into her, his body inexplicably pulled to her. Hell, more than his body was drawn to her.
He grinned and then stole a kiss before cupping her face in both of his hands and kissing her even harder. Then he broke away to say more. “Let’s just say I don’t think I’m going to get enough of you just once. I hope you feel the same way.”
“I think…I think that sounds about right.”
And then they were kissing again, lost in each other. Ryan wanted more of Abby, wanted to taste every inch of her. And if she let him, he would do that tonight.
And maybe again tomorrow.
He probably shouldn’t think about tomorrow. Probably shouldn’t think about anything beyond right now.
Because if he weren’t careful, he knew he could fall for her. And he couldn’t do that. He didn’t have enough of himself to give to her. It wouldn’t be safe. Michael always ruined everything that Ryan touched, and he had to be careful.
And with Abby, he had to be even more gentle with her than with anyone else in his life.
She deserved everything from him—gentleness, calmness, him.
And he would do his best by her.
Even if that meant walking away after tonight.
“What’s wrong? You went all still.”
“I’m sorry. Forget about it.”
She shook her head and took a step back, still touching him. “No, what’s wrong?”
“I get lost in my thoughts sometimes, I can’t help it. But I promise, I’m all here.” And because he wanted to make that the truth, he pushed Michael, his future, and everything that might worry him out of his mind before he kissed her again.
“If you’re sure,” she whispered against his lips and then sank into him, her eyes closed as she kissed him back.
“I’m sure,” he whispered.
He ran his hands through her hair, tugging slightly just to see how she liked it.
When she groaned, he tugged a little harder and then wrapped her hair around his fist. He tipped her head back ever so slightly and then left her lips to trail kisses along her jaw, and then licked down her neck.
When he left a single bite mark on the part where her neck met her shoulder, she shivered again in his hold, and he used his other hand to press at the small of her back, moving her even closer to him.
He knew she could feel the hard line of his erection against her stomach, and it made him even harder.
She didn’t back away. If anything, she rocked against him even more.
She liked this, and damn, he liked it, too.
When she tugged on his pants again, he let go of her hair and slid his other hand down to her ass. And then he lifted, picking her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. And she didn’t really weigh much. She was perfect for his arms—perfect for him.
He shouldn’t think about that.
Nothing was perfect.
He knew that more than most.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he kept his mouth on hers. He wanted to take her in the bedroom first.
Later, he would take her against a wall, or maybe against that couch.
But she deserved the bedroom for their first time.
She deserved soft sheets and even softer caresses.
Of course, she also seemed to like it when he tugged on her hair, so he would do that again. And do it often. And more than once. They got back to the bedroom, and he kept his mouth on hers before biting her chin.
She looked up at him, surprised, and then bit his chin in return.
“I like you with a beard. It’s kind of hot.”
“I like the beard, too. You like the scent?”
She licked his lips and kissed him hard. “Yeah. It’s like honey this time.”
“Yeah. I think there’s lilac in it, too. Not quite sure. But I like the honey. Although it always makes me hungry.”
“I’m sure we can find something for you to eat.” She winked, and he laughed, not able to hold himself back.
He let her slide down to the floor, her feet touching softly. The way he did it, though, her whole body slid down his, each part touching.
If she hadn’t known he was hard before, she was damn well sure of it now.
“I wonder what I could eat here?” He tapped his beard. “Do you have anything sweet?”
“Maybe. I guess we’ll just have to see.”
He kissed her again, and then slowly slid her dress up over her hips. His fingertips brushed along her skin as he did, over her tights. He swallowed hard as he licked down her neck, biting her again. When she raised her hands over her head, he pulled her dress over the curves of her body.
And then she was standing in front of him, in just a lacy black bra, tights, and her boots.
He had probably seen something hotter before, but he couldn’t think of anything.
No. In fact, this might be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
He was a damn lucky man.
And he wanted to keep her.
No, he wasn’t going to think about that.
Just be in the now. In the moment.
He needed to make this all about her.
He slowly traced his fingers over the swells of her breasts, grinning as she sucked in a breath.
“Your curves are perfect.” He cupped a breast with his hand. “See? Fits my hand perfectly.”
“Good to know you have big hands.”
He smiled. “It’s not the only thing that’s big.”
She snorted and then reached between them, running her hand over his thick cock straining his jeans. He swallowed hard and rocked into her touch. Then he pulled away, shaking his head.
“You do that, and I’ll come in my jeans like a teenager. Let me take care of you first.”
“Take care of me?” she asked coyly.