“What was I supposed to do? Hand her back to her aunt and abusive uncle? Put her in the foster care system?”
He couldn’t help grinning. She was seriously sexy when she got fired up. “A lot of people would have, yeah.”
“Well, I’m not a lot of people,” she said.
“Exactly.”
Her lips moved and he knew he had her, even if she didn’t see anything extraordinary in what she’d done. “What’s the second one?”
“Second what?” he asked.
“Second reason. You said, ‘for one.’”
“Oh, yeah. That kiss.”
Her gaze dropped to his lips, and he caught her short intake of breath.
“That kiss I haven’t been able to get out of my head.” He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer. “That kiss lives rent free in my mind on repeat. Every now and then I imagine where things would have gone if we hadn’t been interrupted. Would you have let me slide my fingers under the edge of your panties? Would you have let me kneel between your legs and flick your clit with my tongue?”
“Christian,” she said on a gasp, her breath warm on his lips.
“Would you have said my name like that while you ground your wet pussy against my face?”
“Holy fudge. It’s lust,” she whispered.
“Maybe.” His mouth was so close to hers that his lips brushed against hers when he spoke. “But I’ve been in lust, and this is way more than simple lust. You know it too, even if you’re not ready to admit it.”
“And if it is only lust?”
“Then I’ll have the memory of you riding my face to keep me happy well into my old age.” He sealed their lips together. He slid his hand down over her jeans into the crease of her ass, and he swallowed her groan. He wasn’t blowing smoke just to get her to agree. He knew lust and whatever this was, it was a fuck ton more than that.
She hiked her leg up over his hip and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt it too.
He wanted to strip her naked, wrap her legs around his waist, and bury hilt deep in her waiting heat. He couldn’t even fool himself into thinking one time would get her out of his system. Abby wasn’t an itch to scratch.
Tearing his mouth away, he pressed his forehead to hers and tried to get his breathing under control. He panted like he’d run a five-miler and all they’d done was kiss.
“I didn’t plan for that to get out of hand,” he said.
“What was your plan?” She sounded just as winded.
“Sweet, chaste kiss. Tell you I’ll call you tomorrow and to sleep tight.”
“Jesus. If this is your idea of sweet and chaste, I’m not sure I can handle dirty and raunchy.”
He lifted his head and smirked. “I think you’ll do just fine.”
She blushed and licked her lips. His gaze followed the track of her tongue as it slipped back into her mouth. Fuck, he needed to leave before he did exactly what he told her he wanted to.
“We’ll pick this back up in two weeks.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss, refusing to linger like he wanted to. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight.”
She laughed and pushed him away. “Goodnight.”
The next day
Abby inhaled deeply and stretched. She felt the warm, heavy press of a body next to hers and glanced over.
Will’s dark head peaked out from beneath the covers. She sighed. She loved that he still crawled into bed with her, but at the same time, it would be nice if he stayed in his own bed occasionally. Especially if, at some point in the future, there might be another person in bed with her.
