Stripped - By Brenda Rothert Page 0,58
whispered against her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered back, her body pulsing with anticipation.
The discomfort was secondary to the rush she felt when he was finally inside her. She moaned and whimpered and groaned all at once, desperate to feel more as he pulled back.
“Is this okay?” he asked uncertainly.
“Yes, it’s good. I want more.”
He responded with his full length, and Abby moaned with the pleasure of the pain. As he picked up his pace, she flushed from the intensity of the desire building in her.
“Chris,” she moaned, clutching his back tightly.
“I’m yours, Abby, and I want you to be mine, too,” he said, his voice strained as he pushed against her deeper, faster and harder.
“I am,” she said, crying out loudly as the orgasm seized her. The raw, guttural sound he made as he came turned her on so much that she continued to come, still moaning and breathless when he collapsed on top of her.
She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his hot breath on her sweaty skin as she pulled him in close and wrapped her legs around him.
“I’m all yours,” she said.
“Morning,” Chris said with a sleepy grin.
“Good morning.” Abby turned on her side to face him, smiling back.
“So,” he said.
“So.”
“I had an amazing time last night, Abby. And it wasn’t just the sex.”
“It wasn’t just the sex for me, either. Listen…I know you could meet someone more ideal for you at any time, and I just want you to know, this meant a lot. No matter what happens, last night showed me what can be.”
“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said. “I wish this could be the start of something for us. If you would only leave that job, we could be like this all the time.”
“Chris,” she said. “You’re breaking our only rule for this weekend. No talking about the real world. You know I can’t leave my job, so let me keep enjoying the floaty, cloud-nine way I’m feeling right now.”
“Okay. I actually have something that I hope will make you even happier.”
“Impossible. I couldn’t be happier. Unless that something is under the covers…” she said, reaching her hand beneath the sheet and sliding it down his stomach.
“Oh,” he said, gasping at the feel of her hand. “God, now I wish that was it. Hold that thought.”
He rolled over and reached under the bedside table, pulling out a small black box.
“Happy birthday,” he said, handing it to her.
“Chris. You didn’t have to get me anything, really.”
“Don’t do that. You know I wanted to. Open it.”
A grin spread across her face as she pulled the lid off the box. Something sparkled inside, and she couldn’t help gaping at it. It was a ring, with rows of glimmering black and white diamonds.
“This is beautiful!” she said. “A right-hand ring? Chris! This is so amazing, but it’s way too much.”
“Do you like it?” He looked at her expectantly, and she couldn’t stand the thought of refusing his gift.
“I love it.”
“Try it on. I’ve never bought jewelry, so Charlotte helped me pick it out.”
“When?”
“When we went to the grocery store yesterday, we were really going to a jewelry store.”
“I don’t even know what to say, Chris. Thank you. It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever had.”
“I wanted to get you something that you could have with you all the time. Something that would remind you of us, and this weekend.”
“It fits!”
“Charlotte made a good guess on your size, then.”
Abby reached for his face, pulling him close for a long kiss. As he ran a hand up her back, her shiver wasn’t one of nervousness, but anticipation. She wanted him, and she no longer wondered if he wanted her back or worried that she would disappoint him. They would fit together, as they had the night before.
“I could spend this whole day in bed with you,” he whispered into her neck.
“I’d love that. Your friends might think it’s a little weird, though.”
“Who cares?” He kissed her neck softly, slowly, and she sighed with contentment. He was right. If staying in bed all day made them both this happy, who cared what anyone else thought?
As the wheels of the plane touched the runway, Abby squeezed Chris’ hand. Their time alone had been more than she’d ever hoped for, and she was sad about it ending. He stroked his thumb across her wrist, and she wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
They said goodbye to Reed and Charlotte, and retrieved Chris’ duffel bag from the baggage claim.
“I’ll put