I found the goddamn elastic and ripped it out of his hair. The scent of his coconut shampoo enveloped me, and I tangled my fingers through the silky blond locks to draw him closer.
His kiss was confident, much like his hands. One slipped under my shirt and bra to cup my naked breast. His deep moan at feeling my hardened nipple was so unlike anything I’d ever heard come out of his mouth that I trembled in triumph. I felt like a conqueror.
I drew my nails down the arms I’d been admiring earlier today, pausing to squeeze his biceps and forearms. There were so many parts of him I didn’t known yet, and I wanted to discover them all.
The old fridge shuddered violently behind me, and Abel pulled away at the noise, his hand still cupping my breast.
“That…escalated quickly,” I said, glancing down at where his arm disappeared under my shirt. He extracted himself with deliberate slowness, his fingers grazing down my abs before falling to rest on my hip.
“Must be another symptom of whatever is behind my racing heart,” he said with a teasing grin.
My own heart was ready to burst out of my ribcage. I knew there was a lot at stake here, but in that moment, all I could think about was Abel, the way his scent lingered around me, and the fact that we had just shared our first kiss.
And what a fucking kiss.
“If you keep doing that to your lip, I’m going to need to intervene,” he said, making me realize I was nibbling on it.
“I think you’d better.” I took a deep breath and closed whatever distance remained between us.
He carried me from the kitchen to the living room couch without breaking our hungry kiss. I was ravenous, and he pressed his body down on me, letting me feel the extent of his arousal. I scratched at his back, as if some part of me wanted to mark him to prove this was really happening. When he at last pulled away from my lips, I whimpered in distress, missing the contact immediately.
“God, Adeline,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I sucked in a shaky breath. Everything seemed unreal. Was this really the same guy who wouldn’t spare me more than an irritated look when we first met?
He must have sensed my shock. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll forget what an insufferable asshole I’ve been.”
Damn.I chuckled. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
He grinned, and I knew that if my panties hadn’t already been wet, they would be soaking now. My toes curled in the anticipation of what was going to happen next as Abel sat up and started to unbutton my jeans.
“Hey! Surprise!”
I panicked and jumped off the couch, pushing Abel to the ground in the process.
“Molly?” I shouted as I rushed to do up my pants.
My sister waltzed into the living room with an enormous smile on her face. It quickly morphed into a look of pure horror when she took in the tableau before her.
“Oh my God.”
“Hey, Molly,” Abel croaked while trying to discreetly rearrange himself in his jeans before getting up.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed.
Her initial embarrassment seemed to be quickly replaced with giddy glee. She shot me a conspiratorial look. “I wanted to come home for the long weekend and surprise you. I thought you might need some cheering up, but clearly Abel already has that covered. I’ll be in my room!”
“No, no.” I stopped her. There was no way we’d be resuming our earlier activity with her in the house. “Abel was just leaving. We can hang out until I have to go to work.”
Abel nodded, his face schooled into an unreadable mask, and crossed the living room to go into my bedroom for his things.
“That’s the one you picked?” she hissed at me excitedly when he was out of sight. “I’m honestly surprised. I was sure you’d go for Cole. He’s such a sweetheart.”
I dragged my hands over my face. “It’s complicated.”
Abel emerged from my room moments later with his jacket and a folder of notes. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I rubbed at my neck, looking between him and Molly. “Um. I think I want to cancel tomorrow so that I can hang out with Mol.”
