Half an hour later, Abby perches on my granite worktop a couple of feet away from me. I open the bottle I bought her, an image of licking champagne from her belly button at the forefront of my mind. She smiles at me as the loud popping of the cork breaks the loaded silence.
‘I missed you this week.’ I clink my crystal flute against hers.
‘Are you getting soft on me, Callum?’ Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
‘Not everywhere.’ I place my hands on her smooth tanned thighs. She pulls me between them. I grip her waist and stare at her soft red lips, any trace of lipstick long since kissed off. Chocolate brown eyes sparkle suggestively at me. She has me eating out of the palm of her hand. Only a couple of weeks ago, I would have refused to believe that any woman could have this effect on me.
Abby places her drink on the counter beside us. Slow hands deliberately tease my jeans open. I stand before her, allowing her to take the lead. She frees me and a low moan escapes my lips. She’s beginning to realise the power she wields over me. Surprisingly, I trust her with it, somehow knowing she’s not the kind of woman to use it against me. She’s way too classy for that. And she has a heart the size of the country.
She shimmies forward, inching closer to me, offering a full view of everything I spent the week fantasising about touching. She senses my hands about to home in and places them back either side of me, it’s sexy as hell.
‘You like that?’ She takes me in her hands, mimicking the exact words I used on her earlier. It’s payback time, apparently. I’ll explode if she isn’t careful.
‘I need you.’ It’s blinding. I can’t see straight for lust.
I can’t take it. My hands slide under her dress pulling her towards me, closing the distance between us. With her back pressed against the granite, she slides on to me, slick with excitement. A tenderness in her eyes touches my soul. She doesn’t kiss me, it’s far more intimate than that. With our eyes locked together, bound by our united hunger, we examine one another’s pleasure, sharing every tender fleeting emotion that passes between us.
It’s a whole new level of intimacy. There’s nothing I won’t do for this woman.
