Stripped - By Brenda Rothert Page 0,68
day or night.”
“I know, but having you cuddled up next to me is much better than a phone call.”
“Cuddling sounds nice.” Abby smiled at him as he pulled his shirt off. “But I know what you need first.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“Just you, baby. All I need right now is you,” he said.
“Exactly. You need a nice, hard, mind-numbing, hair-pulling fuck. Lose yourself in me. Then we’ll cuddle.”
“We don’t have to do that just because I had a shitty night. You look tired.”
“Get naked and in this bed, Reneau.”
He looked at her, bemused, as he undressed.
“Where did my timid, sexually repressed Abby go?”
“You bring out the sex goddess in me.”
His eyes shone with desire as he climbed under the covers.
“I’m serious,” she said. “No kissing or tenderness.”
“You don’t like those things?”
“Usually I do, but today I just want you to fuck me. Hard. I’m healed enough that you won’t hurt me.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, watching as she stripped away her t-shirt.
“One kiss,” he whispered, enveloping her mouth with his own. His tongue found hers as he wound his fingers into her hair and pulled. It was a deep, hard kiss that Abby felt between her thighs.
He was still kissing her as he thrust himself in, and Abby moaned with satisfaction. He pulled away from her lips, delivering exactly what she had asked for. When he pulled her arms up over her head and restrained both her wrists with one of his large hands, her deep arousal left her dumbfounded. With his other hand, he pushed one of her thighs up toward her shoulder, allowing himself to get deeper inside her.
She moaned repeatedly, helpless with desire, as he pounded into her. Though she had thought this would be hot for him, it was turning out to be incredibly hot for her, too. It was a thrill to see such a primal side of Chris.
“Oh, fuck!” he cried loudly, his face twisted with pleasure as he thrust into her so hard the headboard of the bed slammed into the wall. Abby spiraled into one of the deeply intense orgasms she had come to expect him to give her.
He collapsed onto her, planting a delicate kiss on her lips.
“Feel better?” she asked, smiling.
“Much. You know me pretty well.”
Chapter 13
Chris was between patients when he saw Charlotte approaching the desk he was working at in the ER. She wore a long black gown and coat and her hair was twisted into a fancy updo.
“That hairstyle push you over five feet?” he teased.
“Hilarious. Reed and I went to that charity dinner for the hospital foundation tonight. He had to stop by here to check on something.”
“How was the dinner?”
“Boring. How’s Abby?”
“She’s doing well. Healing nicely. I’d slow it down if I could, so she could stay with me longer.”
“Reed told me she’s staying with you. How are you feeling about that?”
“It’s great.”
“No dizziness, palpitations or nausea?” she quipped.
“No anxiety at all. I love having her there.”
“That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah. With other women, familiarity was a big turn-off. When the novelty was gone, so was I. But I like it with Abby. We walk to the coffee shop by my apartment every night before I go to work so I can get coffee and she can get chai tea. I look forward to that walk with her. I love figuring out exactly what drives her crazy in bed, watching the news together … just everything.”
“Chris Reneau, I think you’re in love,” Charlotte said, raising her brows with surprise.
“I am. And trust me, no one’s more surprised by it than I am.”
Abby turned her face to the side, glancing at every angle in the bathroom mirror. The makeup had hidden what was left of the bruises on her face remarkably well.
After nearly three weeks at Chris’ apartment, she needed to get home. She missed Audrey and Sara terribly, despite talking to them nightly on the phone. It was hard lying to them about where she was, even though she knew it was for the best.
She had rested a couple hours the night before, and she felt fresh and energized when Chris came in from work.
“Hey,” he said, throwing his keys on a side table. “You look great.”
“Thanks. I’m going home this morning.”
He looked crestfallen.
“You’ve taken such amazing care of me,” she said, her voice threatening to break. “Thank you.”
“You’ve been taking good care of me, too.”
She looked at him, puzzled.
“I haven’t done much of anything,” she said.
“Every morning when I get home, you