I swallow past the worry that momentarily clogged my throat. “In bed.”
She nods once, then pulls my mouth back down to hers. My hands grip the back of her scrub-clad thighs, hoisting her into my arms.
Her limbs wrap around me. We barely break apart long enough to breathe as I walk down the hall and into my room.
I have enough wherewithal to lock the door. There’s a clunking noise on the hardwood behind me that must be her shoes hitting the floor.
I set her back on her feet at the side of my bed. She stares up at me with lust-drunk eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown.
“Clothes off,” I tell her, taking a few steps backward.
She swallows thickly before reaching for the bottom of her scrub top. She pulls it up over her head, followed by the pink shirt she’s wearing underneath.
Next are her pants and socks. They join the other clothes in a pile on the floor. From what I know about Abby, I’m surprised they aren’t thrown haphazardly around the room.
Her hands fall to her sides. She’s only in a simple white lace bra and purple thong. I want to see all of her, every delicious inch. “Take it all off.”
She unclips her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms.Little minx.She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Her panties make an even slower descent down her long legs. Instead of letting them fall into the pile at her feet, she tosses them at my face.
Yeah, I think Minx might be the perfect nickname for her.
My fist closes around the lace-trimmed fabric. Her eyes pop wide when I bring them to my nose and inhale.
The smell makes my already achingly hard cock twitch in my shorts. It’s musk and distinctly her.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her, my voice gravelly with desire.
She crawls toward the head of the bed. The view of her ass in the air like that makes me want to worship her like the queen she is.
Lucky for both of us, that’s exactly what I plan to do.
She rests her head on the pillows, eyes tracking over me as I strip down. My cock bobs in front of me, pointing directly at the object of all my desires.
I still have her underwear in my fist as I climb onto the bed and up over her body. She whimpers when my cock makes contact with her heated skin.
My lips kiss a path from her shoulder to just below her ear. “Do you want a taste?” I ask.
She shivers beneath me. “Please.”
My chest rumbles in approval.Fuck.She’s perfect—perfect for me. My fingers lace through hers as I inch my way up her body.
Her eyes widen when I stop with my knees on either side of her chest. “What—” The question trails off when I place her hands on my thighs.
“Keep them right here,” I say, gently touching the backs of her hands.
“Okay,” she says with a small nod.
“Three taps on my leg, and I’ll stop right away.”
“Okay,” she says again. She’s staring up at me with a level of trust that makes my heart clench in my chest. It means more than I ever thought it would.
I grab another pillow, sliding it under her head. When I lean forward a little, it puts my cock a breath away from her kiss-swollen lips. “Lick it.”
Her tongue slides over the underside of my crown, lapping away the precum that was beading at the tip.
She doesn’t even hesitate before swirling her tongue around the swollen head of my cock that feels like it has a heartbeat of its own at this point. I’m pretty sure half the blood in my body is in my dick right now.
