lips when my orgasm crashed through me. I tipped my head back and cried out as Phillip took his own release with a long, low growl.
Chapter Eight
Somehow we’d managed to move from the foyer and into the master bedroom, where this time I took my time with Abigail—kissing her, touching her, and exploring every inch of her beautiful body, even more luscious now than when I’d first met her.
She’d fallen asleep at some point after we’d made love again, but she stirred now in her sleep. I rolled over on one elbow and watched as her eyelids fluttered open. The moment she registered me there, watching her, a small smile traveled over her lips.
“So, I wasn’t dreaming it?”
I traced a finger up her belly, between her breasts, and bent over to press a tender kiss to her lips. “Wide awake, sweetheart.”
“Good.” She stretched her arms up over her head and groaned a little. “I’m sore all over.” My smile dipped but then she flipped over to her side and grinned. “And I love it.”
“You know what I love?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Me?”
“I was going to say breakfast in bed,” I teased. “But yes, you.” I moved quickly so she was once again flat on her back and I was overtop her, caging her in with my arms. “I do love you very much.” Our slow kiss stirred me to life again. I didn’t think I would ever tire of her now that I had her. I nudged her legs apart with my knee, and Abigail arched her back up to meet me.
We were the perfect match.
She groaned low and long as I entered her exquisitely slowly.
We made love lazily, taking our time until I could feel both of us reaching yet another climax. I kissed her deep, twisting my tongue with hers as we both moaned our release and finally rolled apart.
“Mmm, and I do love doing that.” I tucked my hand under the pillow. If I dared touch her again, we’d never leave this bed. Not that there’d be anything wrong with that, but Abigail might want breakfast sooner or later, and she would need to keep her strength up.
Right on cue, her stomach growled. Loud.
She laughed. “What was it that you were saying about breakfast?”
Reluctantly, I rolled from bed to text Mrs. Mclean our breakfast order.
“And maybe after breakfast,” Abigail was talking as I composed my message, “I should probably get going home. I have to take care of—”
“What?” I spun on my heel and stared at her, the breakfast order forgotten. “What did you say?”
“I need to get going home.” She smiled, a little unsure. “I mean, you did just say the weekend, and I have things I need to take care of. I work in the—”
“No.” In two quick strides, I was across the room and sitting on the bed in front of her. “Abigail, no.”
“No?” Her voice shook. “What do you mean?”
“Did you mean what you said last night?” I was so sure of the answer. I felt it in my bones. But now, with the bright light of the morning, I needed to be sure she’d meant it when she’d said those words. That she hadn’t just said them in the moment. I needed to know without any uncertainty at all that Abigail Blakely loved me. “Tell me the truth. Did you mean it?”
“Did I mean it when I told you I loved you?”
I nodded.
“Phillip! How can you even ask me that?”
“I need to know, Abigail. Did you—”
“Of course I meant it.” She shook her head as if she couldn’t make sense of me or what I was saying, which was probably fairly accurate. “I love you, Phillip.”
“And I love you. So don’t leave.”
She laughed a little. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean I don’t have a life and a—”
“That’s what I’m saying.” I had to speak quickly while it made sense in my head. “We’ve wasted so much time already. I know how I feel, and if you know how you feel, then let’s do this.”
“This?”
“You and me.” I grabbed her hands. “The way it always should have been.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” There was a teasing tone in her voice, but I didn’t laugh.
“I will,” I told her confidently. “But for now, move in with me. Be with me. The way we always should have been together.”
She didn’t say no, but I saw the questions in her eyes. “I’m going to school.”
“Good. I support that. I support whatever you want