ressed my cheek with the knuckle of the hand that held his joint. “Careful, Abigail, someone might figure out there’s more to you.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond, because then his hand disappeared from my waist, and he was sliding up my thigh, into my shorts, fingers pushing aside my panties, spreading me. Breath left me in gusts, my fists curling into his chest.
God, the way he watched me… it was intoxicating. He drank me in like the wine clinging to his skin, registering my smallest movements, the quietest sigh. All with one finger, all while he smoked, the air growing thicker and hazier.
Every bit of his focus was on me, and that made me feel worthy.
“Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I knew I needed something.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, a barely-there smile hooking his right cheek.
“Abigail Crowne.” He stamped out the joint on my nightstand, eyes still locked. “There’s no going back from this.”
Seventeen
THEO
We collided like atoms.
Tongue, teeth, and bruising lips. Abigail ripped at my clothes, tearing and stretching my shirt, fingers flying from my hair to my shoulders, nails biting into my flesh.
It’s so fucking hot.
It’s not right.
“Slow, sweet girl,” I said softly against her lips, pressing her down on my cock, spreading her thighs around my hips.
I was aching to be inside her, but this is her first time—our first time. The night can’t end quick and dirty. So even if we explode into a billion pieces tomorrow, when she puts them back together, I’ll be inside her forever.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “Let me make you feel good.”
I kissed Abigail like I should’ve years ago, memorizing her with my tongue, marking her with my bite, not even breaking as we shoved her shorts past her hips. I couldn’t help my smile when she finally got out of them, tossing them to the feathered floor. For the world, Abigail was black and red lace. For me… she’s cotton polka-dot panties.
Next went her silky shirt, thrown over her head. My touch feathered the clasp of her bra, still tonguing and consuming her even as the lace slipped off her shoulders, falling to the bed.
I froze.
Fuck.
Shit.
I’d imagined Abigail since the day she picked me up—got a view of it briefly when she threw her pajamas at me—but it was never like this. Without anger, willingly, about to give me everything.
She’s everything.
Soft, so soft, with a smattering of barely-there freckles along breasts perfect to palm and massage and suck and bruise. I ground my jaw, fighting the urge to flip her beneath me, slam my dick into her, and taste every inch right then.
Tonight we’d go slow, tonight she sets the pace.
“I know it’s nothing you haven’t seen already…” She trailed off. “You and everyone else…” Abigail looked away, swallowing.
I traced the bob of insecurity she could never hide from me, gliding my finger from her throat, down between her breasts, until I could edge the cotton seam of her panties. Her breathing picked up with my movements, and goose bumps pebbled her breasts.
Gorgeous. Distracting. I’d map them with my tongue, then lick them away, one by one.
But she still wouldn’t look at me.
I lifted her chin, dragging her to me, our foreheads pressed, until I could taste her truth like sweet candy on my tongue.