“But that’s… ridiculous. Why would you say those things about yourself? Those are the things I like about you.”
My chest releases a low grumble in protest.
“Wow. That middle-school Sarah girl really did a number on you.” She laughs at her own joke.
I snort. “Whatever. I broke up with her…”
“Oh, that’s right—at the eighth grade Halloween dance.”
“Hell yeah. Who’s the bad-ass now?”
“Um. I’m going with Sarah Schroeder for barricading you in the middle-school bathroom like a boss.”
“The little she-devil.”
Abby taps her chin in thought. “I wonder what she’s doing now…”
“Probably emasculating her poor bastard of a boyfriend.”
Abby laughs softly, her hand disappearing under the covers and roaming over my tight abs. Pulling her hand back out, she gingerly lifts the bedcovers and peers underneath.
“What are you looking at?”
She gives her head a little shake and bites down on her lower lip. “I just haven’t really ever seen one up-close before.” She laughs, staring down at my hardening dick like it’s a museum exhibit. And not to brag, but it’s pretty damn impressive.
“It’s a little late to be curious, don’t you think?” Ignoring me, she continues ogling my groin. “Better knock it off or you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” I warn.
Abby manages to peel her eyes away and wiggles her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “Or maybe trouble is exactly what I’m looking for.”
“Aren’t you sore?” My hand trails down her stomach and I gently caress her inner thigh.
She looks sheepish. “Well… yeah. A little.”
Damn.
“Well, then I hate to be the one saying this, but… maybe we should just go to sleep.” I look over at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s one.”
“Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like getting out of bed to hunt down my clothes.”
I stare down at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Do I mind if you sleep naked? What the hell kind of a question is that?”
I slap her on the ass then reach over to flip the lamp off.
We settle in like we’ve been doing this for years.
CHAPTER 26
ABBY
I don’t know what woke me first: the early morning sun shining through the blinds in Caleb’s bedroom or the hard erection pushing into my bare butt crack.
I stretch through a yawn as a large arm moves from where it had been resting on my naked waist, snakes slowly around my stomach and cups one breast while his thumb strokes the other. Yes. His hand is that big.
With his hard groin grinding into my backside, I can hardly resist giving my hips a little gyration, causing the hand on my breast to give it a squeeze, and hot breath caresses my neck.
“Is this going to be a thing?” I ask breathlessly.
He groans and continues massaging my breasts. “Mmm. What?”
“Us. Groping each other constantly like teenagers.”
“Fuck yeah.” His baritone voice is deep and gravely. “I hope so.”
“Oh!” I gasp as he pinches a nipple.
“Hockey players are horny bastards. Insatiable. Didn’t you know that?”
Horny. Bastards. Insatiable. My cheeks flush.
His hand trails down my flat stomach, circles my belly button, and cups my vagina. “Um… uhhh… N-no…”
“Are you still sore?”
“I…”
“I love naked Abby in the morning.” His chest rumbles as he buries his face in my hair, his fingers sliding up and down the slit of my crotch. “I love naked Abby, period,” he repeats, humming in my ear. “So fucking sexy.”
“Language,” I chastise, my head tipping back. I can’t stop the flow of words spilling out of my mouth even though they’re not exactly romantic post-coital bedroom talk. “Watch your mouth.” He pushes a finger inside me while grinding into me from behind. “Oh! Oh g-geez…”
“Want to give the sex thing another try?” he whispers low into my ear. “Practice makes perfect. Besides,” he continues, planting a wet kiss on my neck. “It usually (kiss) lasts (kiss) longer (kiss) than (kiss) it did (kiss) last night.”
I bite down on my lower lip, trying to nod. “K.”
“K?”
“Yes.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of him and onto my bare shoulder. “Yes.”
Seriously.
I’ve gone from total virgin status to certifiable hussy in less than two weeks’ time. I don’t even think Cecelia got this much action when she started seeing Matthew, and they were in a committed relationship. Caleb and I are just…
Actually.
I don’t know what we are, or what our status is, but as I’m contemplating my questionable life choices while basking in a sexified stupor, I’m unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caleb stares down at me, ten—no, twenty—kinds of sexy.
Tousled, shaggy hair. Piercing, smoky eyes. The hint of a beard surrounding his full lips and jaw. Sculpted upper body with a light dusting of chest hair.
My hair is fanned out on the pillow, my half-hooded eyes gaze up at him drowsily, and I’m not sure what picture I’m presenting, but judging by the way he’s devouring me with his eyes, he likes it.