He grunts in response, seemingly unconvinced, before taking my lips, roughly biting and plunging his tongue inside. He pushes my legs wide with his own, settling deep between them again but not yet entering me. Rubbing the tip of his shaft at my center sends pleasure shooting through me, down my legs like he’s somehow fired off a series of fireworks. His hand pushes my arms up, holding them above my head. I’ll give him anything he wants as long as he keeps this delicious torture going.

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??Abigail…” Roman shudders, pushing inside me. His entry is barely eased by how wet I am for him. Swollen tissue hugs his cock, squeezing with each pump of his hips. Despite the handful of stolen encounters with Lucas, working long hours put my physical sex life on hold for much of the last three years, but Roman re-awakened me. He pulls out slowly before pushing back in almost punishingly, but I welcome it. Our hips find a slow, building rhythm, leaving me speechless and panting for this man.

“Please, Roman.” Begging, I meet him thrust for thrust. My climax is hard and both of us tumble over together. I feel a certain freedom I lack the words for and my mind settles into a blissful peace I never understood. It frightens me because now I’m sure all of our parry and volleying has been the burgeoning feelings of love. I’m nowhere near ready for that four-letter word. We barely know each other, and my life up until this point has been orderly and meticulously planned. The men in my life have been picked to fulfill certain expectations. I’m worried this one summer of reckless abandonment of my old life will have consequences to my heart I’m not ready for...

ROMAN

Abby is quiet and still. I should be nervous, but I’m taking this as her being deep in thought. I didn’t expect our sex to be so explosive, and before I’m hounded me for not calling it lovemaking, all I can say is this is too new to even know what this is between us. We fight like feral cats, and then when it’s good, we come together in the sweetest of ways. I like her a lot. I think I want to love her, but we need more time.

There are only a few more weeks of her vacation. Summer is half over already and she’s planning to go back to LA right before Labor Day. She has a job and an apartment waiting for her. I have my boats and my company’s future here in Seattle. My friends and my past are in Gold Beach, a place I’m not sure Abby would consider staying even though her mother grew up there as a little girl. A part of me knows I’m taking an incredible risk here by what I’m about to ask her next, but life can be too short for what-ifs and the should-have-beens. All this time, I’ve been staying safe in a state of limbo, going back and forth as I please between the past and my future, ignoring the present.

Impulsively, I go for it. “Abby, would you stay the rest of the summer? With me?” My voice is a little shaky and my brain filters out any other sound with exception to her.

This is crazy. Its insanity, actually, and I’m almost sure she’s going to say no. Her breathing shallows and I swear I can hear her eyes blink. It feels like time slows down while waiting for her answer. I turn my head to look over at her and see her eyes staring into mine, wide and terrified. What will she say? The seconds seem to stretch longer and longer with every breath in and out she takes.

Softly, she mouths a single word, “Yes.”

“I know it probably sounds crazy, but—”

Abby puts her finger over my mouth. Smiling, she repeats herself.

“What?” I can’t be sure I heard her clearly, but already my mind is spinning with how this will work and what will happen. Will she leave the cottage for my house when we get back? I haven’t even told her the house next to Maddie’s is mine. There’s so much we haven’t shared yet.

“Yes, Roman. Yes, I’ll stay with you.” Her lips curve into a smile, and warmth, relief—I’m not sure which—floods my body.

“You will? You really will?” I’m dumbstruck. She said yes.

“Isn’t that what I said, Roman Winters? Do we have to take you to get your ears checked, or am I speaking another language?” Abby raises herself up, looking a little annoyed. Her eyes squint at me, but there’s a smile behind them. There’s my girl, feisty as usual.

“Nope, just checking, Abs.”

“Ugh, really, Roman? Not. My. Name.” She enunciates, poking my chest. I kiss her nose as she pushes me back on the bed, being demanding now. I lov—like it. I’m definitively not ready for the other word yet, but I could get there with this girl. Looking her over, I smile, amazed. I nod my head, pretending to listen to what she’s saying. “You better get up and show me this boat downstairs, and while you’re at it, get me a coffee. I’m sure I counted at least seven Starbucks on the way in here.”

My mouth drops at how demanding she’s being, and I see the LA brat is making an appearance. I want to grab her and remind her she’s in my house now. “Five Starbucks and two Seattle’s Best,” I correct her, and she grunts, annoyed that I’m obviously right. I do live here, so I should know.

“Huh? Is that so?” Abby folds her arms over her chest, a stubborn glint to her eyes. I’m happy she said yes, and the fire of her attitude turns me on. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve decided our arguments should end with me being right, and to do that, I need to shut her up. I know better than to argue with a lawyer who distracts me with her body and sassy mouth. Bickering back and forth over who has better coffee, I roll her over making her squeal. She’s ticklish and I’m a bit of devil and a tease this morning.

“Roman Winters! What the heck are you doing?” She eases out from under me.

“Say it, Abby.”

A look crosses her face, and she smiles with a shake of the head, telling me no. “I won’t say it and you can’t make me.” She’s determined and rolls to her side as if to get away.

“I’ll catch you, Hollywood.” Abby darts left and feints to the right. I duck and follow her, grabbing her and tossing her gently back on the bed making her scream.

“Roman!” She tries to scramble away, and I let her think she’s bested me for a second.

“No way, Abby.” I lunge again, grabbing her kicking ankle before she’s able to plow me in the nose.

“Shit! No!” Laughing and shrieking fills my home. The feeling opens something inside my chest and warmth follows.

“Hell yeah, you’re mine, Abigail Holliday!” Grabbing ahold and pulling her back down the bed, I tickle her until she cries uncle in a series of gasping giggles. Together, we laugh until our sides hurt and tears brim the corners of our eyes. I don’t have a clue how this summer will end, but it’s going to get a hell of a lot better from here on out.

Chapter Ten

ABIGAIL

Tags: M.C. Cerny Romance
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