bit, stupidly staring at her boobs. The memory makes me laugh out loud.
I couldn’t help it. She has great boobs. Perky, round, and I know they will fit in the palm of my hands.
They will be just right.
My cock jerks in memory of her dabbing her chest dry, and I close my eyes to take a deep breath. I have to get myself under control.
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel. I guess it’s safe to conclude that Abby makes me nervous. I’m on my way to pick her up and there’s a good portion of excitement mixed in with my case of nerves. I’ve never wanted to impress a woman so badly since high school. I’m even wearing a tie. I fucking hate ties. I can’t help tugging at the damn thing with annoyance.
Abby’s place comes into view, and I commence my pep talk.
“Relax, it’s just dinner. You won’t mess up.” I’m still in the stage of tiptoeing around Abby. She’s extremely skittish about us right now. One wrong move or word and she’ll bolt. She sure keeps me on my toes. She doesn’t play hard to get. She is hard to get. The woman has so many barriers thrown up, a bulldozer is needed to get all the way through. But I know things can’t be rushed. I’m slowly making progress, getting her to lower a few of her brick walls all on her own.
As I park and prepare to get out of the car. I see a figure dashing towards me. It’s Abby, moving impressively fast on high heels. She dives into my car and turns to me with a smile, while I’m still gaping at her.
“I was going to come to your door.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t.”
“We’re not at St. Jacobs. Who here knows about the whole professor student thing?”
“No one but plenty will recognize the mayor’s son.”
I sigh. Right. She’s hell bent on “protecting” me. It’s actually kind of sweet. “I didn’t even get to see you in your dress,” I joke. I don’t have to see what she has on to know she looks amazing. Even if she had on that unsightly beanie, she’d look beautiful.
Grinning, she peels off her coat and turns to me in her seat. My jaw slackens at the sight of the figure-hugging red dress with the plunging neckline. Her face is lightly made up with only eyeshadow and lipstick. Her chestnut brown hair hangs as a silky, wavy curtain around her shoulders.
I swallow. “You look ravishing.”
Taking me by surprise, she leans over and kisses my cheek.. It’s the first time she’s made the first move to touch me. It’s only a kiss on the cheek, but it means we’re definitely making progress.
“Thanks you look good too. You’re wearing a tie. I thought you hated ties.”
I mentioned it in one of our many entertaining phone conversations. “I’m trying to impress you.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “You don’t need the tie to do that.” My breathing comes to a halt when she reaches over to loosen my tie and lift it over my head. Our eyes remained locked the entire time, making the innocent action… erotic. There’s a suspicious twitch at my crotch and I gulp. Abby in that dress is a major turn on.
“There,” she says with a smile. “Now what do I do with this?” She gazes at the navy blue silk tie.
“I can think of a few things.” They involve a bedroom and us naked. I’m sure she hears the sexual suggestion because her breath hitches and her cheeks flush pink. She tosses the tie on the back seat as if it’s suddenly become too hot to hold.
With a smirk, I tell her, “Buckle up,” and drive off.
Twenty minutes later, I park in an empty lot. Abby looks around with a frown. “When you said we’d go out of Oak Valley, I didn’t think you meant the middle of nowhere.”
I chuckle. “This is where the helipad is.”
“Helipad? What do we need with a helipad?”
“We’re taking a helicopter from here. When I said out of Oak Valley, I meant way out.”
Her mouth falls open.
“I hope that means you’re thoroughly impressed.” Her eyes widen and she nods, making me laugh. “Good.”
I jog around to her side and take a deep breath before opening her door. She places her hand in the one I offer, and I swear I feel a jolt of electricity shoot up my arm. It has to be in my head. I’ve heard people talk