Summer Love_ A Steamy Small Town Romance Anthology - Piper Rayne Page 0,105

very best way.

“I’m not going to make it to the bedroom, Abigail.” With my hand wrapped in her hair, I tipped her head back and bit and sucked at her throat until she squirmed beneath my attentions. With my free hand, I slipped it between her legs, and she cried out.

She wasn’t going to make it either.

Abigail lifted her head and when our eyes met, I knew it was true. We needed this now.

Without another second of hesitation, I scooped her up easily, cupping her ass in my hands, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed her up against the wall.

“Yes, Phillip. Yes.” She moaned and arched her back as I lifted her and poised my hard length, ready to finally have what we’d both been wanting and needing for far too long. But I couldn’t.

Not yet. I needed more.

She sensed my hesitation and her eyes opened in question.

“Abigail. I can’t do this.”

What?

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. And it wasn’t just about sexual frustration. It was so much more.

“Phillip, I—”

“I love you, Abigail.”

I froze. He’d said that earlier at the club.

“And I want this,” he continued. “I want you.”

Confusion flooded through me. We were doing this. What was the problem?

“I want you, too, Phillip.” I tried again, to wiggle in his grip. “I think that much is clear.”

His lips twitched up into a grin. “That’s not enough, Abigail. That will never be enough.”

“Phillip?”

“I want all of you, Abigail. Or nothing at all.”

This man was going to be the very death of me. I reached out and grabbed his chin in my hand so he was looking me directly in the eye. It was my turn to hold him firm. “Phillip.” I kept my voice level despite the flood of feelings crashing through me, never mind the intense waves of desire that were only barely being held at bay. “I’m only going to say this once, so please listen carefully.” I took a quick breath. “You do have all of me. I know now that you always have.”

I felt every word deep in my heart. The last few days, being with Phillip—no matter how it came to be—had been the greatest gift I could have ever had. And if it meant going through everything all over again, I’d do it. Every. Single. Time.

Phillip’s grip on me shifted. But still…he wasn’t giving us both what we wanted. What we needed.

“It’s not enough, Abigail.”

I wanted to scream. My body ached for him. I needed him like I’d never needed anything or anyone in my whole life. Hot tears built in my eyes. I was going to cry. Oh God, no. I couldn’t cry. Not now.

“Phillip.” I leaned my face as close as I could to his until our lips almost touched. “I need you. I’ve always needed you. It’s always been you, Phillip. It always will be you.” I swallowed hard. “I love you, Phillip.”

A combination of a groan and a sob sounded between us. I couldn’t be sure who made the sound, or whether it was a mixture of the two of us. Not that it mattered, because a second later, the only thing that mattered was that Phillip had shifted our bodies and just like that, he was inside me. His hard length filled me completely and perfectly. Like a puzzle that had finally, after far too long, found its final, missing piece.

I gasped out of relief and need and…love for this man.

I released my grip on his chin so I could hold him closer to me, my palms pressed flat on his smooth back as he thrust inside me.

“I love you, Phillip.” Every time the words slipped from my lips, they felt better than the time before.

He groaned and increased his pace, kissing me hard. There would be time for exploring each other later, for making love and keeping it slow and tender.

For now, the only thing that mattered was this union that had been far too long in the making.

“Say it again.” His voice was gruff as he pulled his lips from mine.

“I love you.”

He groaned and his hands tightened their grip on my bottom.

“Again.”

“I love you.” My climax was building within me. Fast. My thighs trembled around him.

“I love you, Abigail.” He caught my mouth in another kiss and pressed my back harder against the wall.

I tightened my legs around him and matched him thrust for thrust.

“One more time,” he demanded.

“I love you, Phillip.” The words had barely slipped from my