This Changes Everything by Jennifer Ashley Page 0,25

my body.

I need her. I’ve been thinking about her since I woke up yesterday morning, and the time between hasn’t dampened my wanting. I’m dying for her.

I push her into the mattress, continuing to suckle her. She skims her fingertips up and down my cock, which jerks, ready to be inside her.

I need to get rid of the underwear. I release her, grab the elastic, and wrestle the stupid boxer briefs down my legs. The band twangs, and the briefs go flying somewhere across the room. I’m glad the window’s shut, or they might have taken off into the neighbor’s yard. Or landed in the pool. Or the neighbor’s pool.

I scramble off the bed and into the bathroom, pawing through the drawers in search of condoms. I should have one or two left over from the past. They haven’t expired yet, so I grab one and dash into the bedroom.

Abby’s underwear is gone by the time I make it to her again. Probably neatly folded beside the bed. I rip open the condom packet, the wrapper flying to join my underwear.

She helps me put on the condom. This fans the flames, and I can barely breathe.

I come down on Abby, sliding one hand beneath her supple body to lift her hips to me. I position myself and slide inside her.

There. Damn.

We fit so well, like a key in the right lock. I stop and stare down at her, deep into brown eyes that hold the answer to happiness.

I’m so glad I found you again, Abby.

A soft noise comes from my throat, and Abby smiles at me.

I groan and start to love her. Slowly at first, then faster, faster, as we both catch the rhythm and move together.

Outside, a mockingbird starts to sing, its many calls following one after the other. The guy is pouring his heart out, trying to attract lady mockingbirds to his side.

Inside, all is quiet, except for Abby and me. She’s not shy about her cries of joy, telling me exactly how good she feels and how much she loves what we’re doing.

I respond, less coherently. I’m burning—she’s quenching my thirst. My body floods with icy excitement, like I’m soaring over the top of a mountain, every beat of my heart better than the last. I reach the peak and yell as I start coming down the other side.

I drive into her, and Abby holds me the whole time. She’s yelling too, telling me I’m amazing, and hot, and other flattering things.

I kiss her but the two of us are too frenzied to make it romantic. I fall onto her, my hips moving, my heart full.

Abby catches me and brings me safely in for a landing. And then we’re both breathless, laughing, kissing, touching, stroking. Happy. Loving.

This night is perfect.

Abby

I let out a groan—not one of passion—and press a hand to my rat’s nest of hair. “I should go.”

It’s late. Very late. I’m in Zach McLaughlin’s bed, and we’ve made love maybe four times, each of them better than the last. So good, I’ve lost count.

Zach’s pillow cradles my head, and he lies next to me on his side, lazily brushing a hand across my abdomen.

“Why should you?” Zach caresses my breast with the backs of his fingers.

“I have to work in the morning.” I say it with sorrow.

“So do I.” Zach’s smile undoes something inside me.

“It’s a long drive home.”

“I know.” Zach’s strokes become warmer. “Like hell I want you to drive across a big dangerous city alone at night. Stay here. Stay safe.”

Until daybreak, when traffic clogs every artery in this town. It will be an arduous crawl back to the East Valley. Not looking forward to that.

On the other hand, Zach’s bed is comfortable, and he’s in it with me. I yawn, pressing my fingers to my mouth.

“I might be able to stay a little longer.”

“Good.” He says it like a purr, and kisses my shoulder. “Stay as long as you like.”

My heart trips. I suddenly yearn for his wish to extend past this night, that he wants me in this wonderful house with him for the rest of our lives.

He can’t really mean that. He meant until morning, until after breakfast, when we’d go our separate ways. This will be another one-night-stand. Can you have more than one with the same person in three days?

I force myself to not ask questions. I have Zach for the right now. I draw my finger along his cheek, brushing his lips. He leans down and kisses