What a rush. Luke’s heart raced. I want you. Abigail’s murmured words, the snowflakes drifting past her window, the promise of what she was willing to share with him—dreams were like this. The good ones, anyway. Any minute he expected to wake up in his own bed, the scent of sawdust in the air from the latest sanding project.

Her hand was soft and warm as she threaded her fingers through his. “Come with me.” She led him down a short hall and into a room filled with the glow from a lamp shaped like a cupcake.

Yeah, he was dreaming. That crazy lamp cinched it.

Giving his hand a squeeze, she released it and closed the bedroom door. Then she walked over to the bed. Maybe now she’d vanish into thin air. Instead she threw back the covers and turned, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked back to him.

“Let me.” He caught her hands and drew them away from the buttons. He still might wake up. In the meantime, he’d enjoy the heck out of this dream.

She gazed at him, her eyes luminous. “Kiss me, Luke.”

“Great idea.” Burying his fingers in her mop of silken curls, he tilted her head back. Her lips parted and her eyelashes fluttered down to rest on her smooth cheeks. With a groan, he settled his mouth over hers.

The moment he touched down, the floodgates opened. He poured every bit of his hunger into that kiss, feasting on her lips and using his tongue to gather the sweet nectar of her mouth. He couldn’t get enough of this. He might never get enough.

The longer he kissed her, the less he wanted to stop. She seemed in no mood to end it, either. Clutching the back of his head, she opened to him in an invitation that heated his blood and sent it racing south.

He kissed her until his lungs ached and his jeans tightened to the point of pain. Breathing hard, he lifted his head and gulped for air. “I love…kissing you.”

Her lashes flicked upward, revealing passion-dark eyes. “Not half as much as I love kissing you.”

“It would almost be enough.”

“Almost.” She leaned into him. “But not quite.”

His breath hissed out as she put pressure on his fly. “Easy, Abby.”

Her startled gaze met his. “Abby?”

“It seemed right.” He searched her expression. “You don’t like it?”

Her smile blossomed. “I do when you say it.”

“Nobody’s ever called you that?”

“I wouldn’t let them.”

“But you’ll let me?” That pleased him.

She nodded and snuggled closer. “In fact, I’ll let you do anything you want.”

“I hope you mean that.” He slipped his hands inside the open collar of her blouse and massaged her shoulders. “Because I have a long list. Might take a while to get through everything.”

She took a ragged breath. “Go for it.”

“Think I’ll start with this.” He undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, tugged it from the waistband of her jeans and took it off.

He couldn’t say what happened to her blouse after that. He lost track of it. All his attention was focused on a red lace bra that cupped two helpings of heaven. His cock twitched, suggesting he might want to get on with it, but…so pretty, rising and falling with each breath.

Arching her back, she reached for the hooks, unfastened them and pulled off the lacy garment to unveil the treasures underneath. The view got better and better.

Her nipples responded to his hot gaze by tightening into burgundy peaks. Sliding an arm around her waist, he drew her closer and cradled one of those satin breasts. He was torn between the erotic view of his thumb brushing lazily over that rigid tip and the gleam of sensuality in her eyes as he caressed her.

Drawing her toward the bed, he sat on the edge of the mattress and guided her down so she could straddle his knees. The urge to taste her was so strong his throat hurt. Leaning down, he swiped his tongue over her nipple.

She whimpered. “More.”

“Count on it,” he murmured against her skin right before he drew that tempting bud into his mouth. The blood roared in his ears as he began to nibble and suck. So good.

She scooted forward until she was tucked against his package. Then she rocked gently. Talk about heaven and hell, pleasure and pain. Combustible friction. They might both come with most of their clothes still on.

He didn’t want that. Sliding his hands under her hips, he lifted and turned her, placing her on the bed while he knelt between her thighs.

“Luke…” She was panting and her eyes glittered as she fumbled with his zipper. “Could we—”

“Soon.”

“I’m—”

“I know. Let’s get you out of these clothes.” He abandoned the pleasure of her full breasts so he could pull off her boots.

She helped by unfastening her jeans and wiggling out of both jeans and red satin panties. When she kicked them away, she was…amazing.

Easing her back on the bed, he returned to the sensual playground that was Abby. He massaged and kissed her breasts while she pressed her fingertips into his scalp and arched upward.

The intoxicating scent of aroused woman swirled around him. When he reached between her thighs, she was wet and ready. He scooted down, hooked her knees over his shoulders and gave her the most intimate kiss of all. In seconds, she cried out as an orgasm claimed her and left her quivering.

Nuzzling her damp curls, he stayed with her until she came back to earth. Then he kissed his way to her mouth and propped himself on his elbows so he could gaze into her eyes. Her easy smile of feminine satisfaction was all the reward he needed.

She sighed happily. “Oh, Luke.”

“Oh, Abby.”

Her smile widened. “I’m going to love having you call me that.”

“Good.” He pushed away from the bed and began stripping off his clothes. “Because it really suits you when you’re naked.”

“Speaking of naked, slow down. I want to savor.” She moved so she was lying lengthwise on the bed and propped her head on her hand.

He slowed down, not because he was into showing off his body, but because it gave him time to appreciate how beautiful she was lying on a snowy white sheet. “Stretched out like that, you’re definitely more Abby than Abigail.”

“But not when I’m dressed?”

“Maybe not. But when you started unbuttoning your blouse, you turned into Abby in my mind. That’s why it popped out of my mouth.”

“So you won’t call me that other times?”

“Oh, I’m sure I will. Mostly when I’m imagining you naked.”

“Luke!” She started laughing. “I can’t have you doing that when other people are around. I’ll turn a million shades of red.”

“I know. That’ll be fun.”

“I should dream up a nickname for you. I should…” Her voice trailed off.

“Should what?” He took off his boxers.

“I forgot.” She was focused on his privates, specifically his very excited cock.

Her heated gaze stirred him up even more. He approached the bed. “You wanted to give me a nickname. But you can’t shorten Luke.”

“Wouldn’t want to.” She glanced up. “Before you bring all that male beauty into bed and I lose my ever-loving mind, I just have to say it. You’re magnificent.”

“Okay, now I’m blushing.”

“It’s true. I’m a lucky girl.”

“You don’t know that, yet.” He climbed in beside her. “But if you’ll tell me where you stashed the condoms, you’ll soon find out.”

“In the lamp table drawer.”

“Logical.” He pulled open the drawer and took them out. He almost asked about the cupcake lamp but decided against it. He didn’t want to talk about her crazy taste in lighting. He didn’t want to talk at all.

* * *

When Luke turned away to fetch the condoms, Abigail took a steadying breath. She’d expected him to look good. She hadn’t expected a body that made her want to fall to her knees in gratitude. Or fall to her knees with a different purpose in mind.

Not this time, though. She longed to make that age-old, basic connection with him. She’d longed for that from the first time they’d danced, from their first kiss.

And now she would have it. He rolled on a condom and moved between her thighs. Balanced on his forearms, his gaze sought hers as he probed once, hands-free. That was confidence.

Her heart pounded. She could barely breathe. The next moment would be…

He pushed deep.

Perfect.

He went very still. Then his chest heaved. “Intense.”

“Mm-hm.”

“You okay?” His words were strained.

“Mm-hm. You?”

“More than okay.” His voice was husky. “Being inside you feels so…”

“Right?”

“Yeah. Like I’ve been waiting…” He swallowed. “Waiting for this.”

“Me, too.”

“Ah, Abby.” Holding her gaze, he began to move, stroking her with long, sure thrusts.

She picked up his rhythm, rising to meet him, matching him breath for breath. Her core tightened. Soon.

His jaw muscles clenched. Heat poured from his body. “Can you come?”

She dug her fingers into the undulating muscles of his ass. “Yes.”

“I can wait.” He gasped. “Or not.”

“Don’t wait.” She arched into him as he pumped faster. “I want this, Luke! I want—”

“Abby, oh, God, Abby!” Pressing his mouth against her shoulder to muffle his roar of triumph, he came, bringing her with him.

She clung to him as her world exploded. Held him as he shuddered in her arms. Closed her eyes and thanked her lucky stars that Luke Bennett was in her bed. And even better, in her life.