This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Forever doesn’t even feel like long enough, but I’ll fucking take it.
I cover her shaky hand with my own, pressing a kiss to her palm.
“It’s just Robb now? No Robbit?”
“Don’t make me take it back,” she mutters.
“I’m sorry,” I say, grinning. “Please continue.”
“I mean it, Jack,” she says emphatically. “I don’t ever want you to leave. ‘For as long as I want?’ I want forever. Because I love you.”
A sob chokes in my throat as I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers.
“I love you, pretty girl. Both of you. More than I can say.”
We stay like this for what could be an eternity, or maybe it’s only been sixty seconds. Time has stopped entirely, and there’s only this moment–me, my pretty girl, and our mingling breaths.
Her nose brushes against mine, and I tilt my chin until our lips just barely brush.
“So help me Jack Robbit, you better kiss me right now,” she breathes, barely audible.
“Yes ma’am,” I say, grinning against her lips as I close the remaining gap between us. I climb the rest of the way onto the bed, my hands sliding up her arms to cup her cheeks, kissing her fiercely. Her arms wrap around my neck and she presses her body into mine until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
I let one hand drop to her back, the other bracing on the bed as I lay us both down gently. The smallest whimper escapes her as I claim her mouth again like a man starving.
I will never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough ofher.
Our breathing grows heavy as she reaches for the hem of my shirt, and I lean back on my heels, yanking it off in one swiftmotion. She follows close behind, sitting up and pulling her tank top over her head before tossing it on the floor and revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.
Jesus Christ.
“Goddamn,” I huff. “You are so fucking pretty, you know that?”
“I sure do,” she says, running a hand through my hair when I lean down to kiss the spot in the center of her chest. “And don’t you forget it.”
With a dark chuckle, I settle one knee between her thighs, pressing into her center until she lets out a moan.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers. “That feels amazing.”
“Just you wait, pretty girl,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m just getting started.” Jumping to my feet, I quickly undo my belt and step out of my pants. I hook my fingers into her pajama shorts and slowly, painstakingly slide them down her legs, revealing the bare spot between her legs, already glistening with her arousal.
“No bra, and no panties?” I growl. “Is this how you walk around the house all the time?”
“Maybe,” she smiles mischievously. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“Oh I plan on it,” I say, parting her thighs and drinking in every curve of her body, every inch of her soft, pale skin. “Did you know you have a freckle on your hip?” I lean down to kiss it, and I feel a shudder run through her body. “You like having my mouth down here, Abby?”
“Yes,” she whines, furiously nodding her head. “Please keep going.”
“With pleasure,” I purr, kissing the freckle again, then making my way down one thigh, biting it gently before moving to the other one.
“Jack, you’re torturing me,” she pants.
“Just building the anticipation,” I mumble, my words muffled by the kisses I’m lavishing on her lower stomach. “I want to take my time with you.”
She grabs my hair, trying to guide me to the needy spot she so desperately wants my mouth on.
Yes ma’am.
