“There’s not much to tell, really. Macey was a year above me in school. I was fifteen. We were at her house. Her mum went out for dinner, and we ended up naked on the couch.”
“And?” Abbey nudges for more information.
“And I nearly came in my pants when I touched her bare for the first time, and when we finally got around to the deed, I was basically a two pump chump.”
Abbey’s lips thin.
“Don’t you fucking laugh.” I stab a finger in her direction, and she shakes her head, even as her smile grows wider.
“I swear to fucking God if you laugh, Angel, not only will I never tell you anything like that again, but I’ll take a fucking vow of celibacy for a month.”
She gasps, her mouth dropping open. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me,” I snap, and she stiffens.
I’m fucking lying of course, because as if I can stay away from her, but right now, she doesn’t need to know that.
She stares at me for a long moment, but there’s still amusement tugging at her lips.
“I guess you got in some more practice after that?” Abbey asks, trying not to laugh, and I grin.
“A bit. But none of it mattered until you.”
Her eyes soften. “Same. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only ever been you.”
Fuck.
For her, everything before me was trauma. Even when things were okay between her and Daniel, after finding out he was actually her cousin, what were the good parts are tainted even more.
“It was always meant to be just you and me, Angel.”
“You and me.” She smiles, those eyes flashing from under her dark lashes as she rests her arms on the table and leans forward, giving me a spectacular fucking view of her cleavage.
“Angel…” I rasp, licking my lips as my mind goes straight to wanting to peel that red fabric down and latch onto her ripe nipple.
“Yes, husband?” she purrs, knowing all too fucking well what she’s doing to me.
“There’s this little secluded place we can go to just outside the city…” I grin, my gaze flicking back up to hers to see her lips spread wider.
“There is?” She leans closer, practically squeezing her tits together. “How secluded?”
Fuuuck, her voice is almost sultry, and my cock is hard just thinking about taking her there.
“Very secluded. Only accessible by motorbike. Lots of trees. A high cliff face to block the wind.”
“Oh yeah? What are we going to do there?”
She’s playing a fucking dangerous game. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to walk outta here without people seeing my fucking hard-on.
“Well, to celebrate your birthday, I’m going to lay you out on my ride, reverse style, get those fucking leathers back off you, push that red dress up your thighs and eat you for fucking dessert.”
Her lips part as a breathy little moan slips free, her cheeks flaming with heat I know matches the building inferno between her legs.
“We should go then.” She breathes, and I chuckle.
“I’ll pay the bill.”
She nods, standing quickly. “I’ll just use the ladies room first. Meet you at the entrance?”
