ANDREW felt both thrilled and terrified at the thought that Abby wanted him. When she told him not to stop, it sent wild shivers up his back and made him hunger more for her. A little voice at the back of his head kept asking, Am I really ready for this? When she uttered her desire, he cut the little voice off from the rest of his body, and only listened to the one that was saying, She wants me. And I need her so fucking bad.

He picked her up in his arms and whispered in her ear.

“My room.” They’d be more comfortable there. He’d be able to use protection, if they got that far. Most of all, he wanted to etch the memory of whatever happened in his mind and in his bed. When Abby nodded, he carried her out into the hallway, then into his room.

Andrew was barely in his room when she started kissing his neck, sending his need through the roof. He stepped forward and turned so her back was against the nearest wall, enjoying everything they could experience before they made it to his bed. As her feet touched the ground, he braced his arms beside her head.

Abby watched him with intensity, and he could see desire darken her eyes. She held his gaze, and to Andrew, it felt like her invitation to take her. Right here, up against the wall. He was tempted. Very tempted to give her what her eyes said she needed. He was just so unsure of himself, he didn’t want to rush.

A kiss. Another kiss was what he would take now.

He didn’t go for her lips first. He ducked his head and licked under her ear at the spot where her scent was strongest. She half fought it and half begged for more, and he knew it was the wild sensations he was creating. Andrew took it even more slowly, fighting every animalistic desire to arch her neck and flip her hair back behind her shoulder to own her neck. She moaned as though she wanted more but couldn’t have it. The naughty little voice egged him on, suggesting to him that he already had her wrapped around his finger…and his tongue. And all the wickedly pleasurable things he could do to her with them.

She sighed and lifted a hand, flexing her fingers, needing to do something. He knew she moved without cognizance. She tilted her head and absently picked up her long hair and tucked it behind her. When he let out a soft moan in her ear, her body vibrated. Her hand went to his hips and pulled him closer. He moved to the other side of her face and licked from her collarbone up to her ear. She moaned aloud.

He dipped his tongue along the whorls of her ear and she reacted as if ticklish, half-trying to escape him. His arms blocked her way and she pressed her breasts into his chest and leaned into him.

“God, Andrew. You make me feel…”

He smiled, and looked into her eyes.

She pulled back.

“I want all of you, Abby.”

His voice was different, harsher and he swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. She seemed to jump. He wasn’t sure if he might have scared her. He didn’t mean to do anything except slowly worship every part of her body. Desire was running rampant in his veins, encouraging him toward a singular path. He had to control his need. For her sake.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he soothed, removing his arms from either side of her head and cupping her face. He kissed her tenderly, gently, asking for no more than she was willing to give him. It took a moment, but at last she responded, opening her mouth slightly to let his tongue soothe her inside, as well. He hummed into her mouth, groaned and moaned as she gave him more and more of her own passion.

Abby was feeding a monster. He knew it and was unable to control it anymore. He pressed himself against her, pushing her back to the wall and holding her there with the force of his own body. This time she didn’t shy away. She shoved right back at him, her own desire now raging within her. They were both slaves to this overwhelming sensation.

Her hand snaked down between their bodies and she boldly caressed his erection, sliding up and down over the bulge in his jeans. His cock leapt at the first movement of her palm. He was going to end up with a zipper-shaped tattoo across its surface, but he didn’t care. Not in the least. She grabbed his waistband and slipped a finger under the band. Caressing the very tip of his now fully erect—painfully erect—cock, he just about lost it. Like a thirteen-year-old with his first filthy magazine, he was ready to explode in his pants.

“Abby, not here…I want to please you,” he ground out between clamped teeth. His groin, however, pushed forward into her grasp and she pulled his waistband lower to get two fingers on his shaft. There was only one way to stop her.

He groped for a breast. Finding one, he caressed it over her robe, while snaking another hand at the opening of the fabric to gently slide across the opposite nipple. She hissed and her eyes closed. The tip of her tongue slipped between her pink, plump lips. He longed for her to open her eyes so he could connect with her soul. She didn’t, so he continued massaging her bare breast.

Her knees began to tremble and he pushed his own knee out between her legs to steady her. It was then he remembered her ankle.

“Is your ankle okay?” he said in a low groan, not wanting to leave his mind’s escape.

“It’s perfect,” she purred.

She collapsed atop his knee. Damn it. He could feel her heat. Her hand was now completely in his pants. Even in the confined space of his tight jeans, with a full hard-on, she managed to fit her tiny hand in far enough to circle and tease his cockhead.

He pulled on the sash of her robe, and once it got loose, he tugged the robe past her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect. Her slender body; those hand-size globes of pale pink flesh. He lowered his head to one and tasted her. Like sugared peaches. She undulated on his thigh.

He was lost, totally gone. He stood to get a better angle on her nipple and, without support, she began to falter. He caught her slight frame by hooking his arms under her armpits. As he did, she opened her eyes. She was still dazed and alit with passion. She was adorable. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. Abby could barely manage a smile. She stared at him.

“Come on, let me get you off that ankle,” he whispered.

“Um…”

“Some kind of kiss, huh?”

* * *

ABBY had lost all composure by the time Andrew carried her to his bed. She rested on it, staring up at the ceiling. All she wanted was to feel him; to have him touch her everywhere. His caress sent primitive vibrations throughout her body and made her feel so alive. The robe was already loosened, so her body was exposed. She shivered as she felt light air currents blow over her nipples. Just the thought of how he massaged her breasts made her clit throb with need.

Andrew sat at the foot of the bed and gently rubbed the bottom of her feet. His thumb pressed gentle circles into her flesh as he peered at the swollen ankle. It still hurt; he touched a tender spot near her Achilles tendon with his finger. He saw her wince and stopped.

He stood up and Abby admired his muscular frame as he stripped down completely. He moved around to rest beside her in the bed. She could hear his breath still panting slightly from before. He turned his body toward her and blew onto her neck. His warm breath danced along her skin and she jumped. She was ticklish there. Very ticklish and so aroused.

Abby stared at his muscular chest, desperately needing something to focus on as he tantalized her neck. She noticed his gaze had dropped, following her open robe and down past her stomach. On instinct, she opened her thighs. His eyes jumped back to hers. A slight pink tint marked his cheeks before he brushed a gentle hand across her face. She smiled softly.

He turned so he was above her, careful not to touch her ankle, and shifted his body down the bed. Her breath hitched when he gazed into her eyes and lowered his head to her stomach. His arms locked around her hips, keeping her close. She wanted him so badly. He dipped his head between her thighs, and at first, it was just his breath that tickled her wet flesh, making her squirm as he whispered praises against her clit. He pressed kisses up and down her slit. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His hands stroked up and down her body while he ravaged her and she could not stop the long moans that escaped her mouth. Andrew was good. Very good.

Suddenly, a finger caressed her folds and slipped inside. She hadn’t had sex in a long time, and feeling him within her, caressing her inner walls, had her bucking and thrashing on top of the sheets.

“Abby. Hold still,” he moaned his sensual demand. He clamped a heavy, strong arm across her pelvis, stilling her wild undulating.

“Oh. My. God. Andrew. This. Is.” She ceased talking. She had no idea sex could be this beautiful. This wonderful.

He shifted up her body, and reached into his night table for a condom. Abby was relieved he had the presence of mind to use protection, because she had no resistance left in her. Her excitement had grown to heights she had never imagined. She enthusiastically helped him slide the condom up his shaft, making him groan deeply. When it was on, his thighs moved between hers and spread her apart. He kissed each breast tenderly and then licked a path of heat in the valley between. He latched onto her lips for a kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his cock gently breached her folds.

“Abby,” he growled. “You’re so wet. And so tight. God, you feel so good.”

She was painfully tight, but very wet with need. She moved slowly to meet him, easing his cock in as he moved in and out of her opening; deeper into her channel. She slid her arms around his back and helped control every satisfying thrust. Finally, she had him seated firmly within her core. She sighed and nipped at his ear with the feeling of fullness.

She wanted him to go slowly, and it was as if he read her mind before any words would come. She was happy he took it slowly with her. Like heaven, he found the perfect rhythm and rocked them both gently into oblivion. They moved in synchrony for several minutes, and with little warning, she heard her own mouth let out a foreign cry as her orgasm broke out of its chains, sending her body rocketing toward climax. He may have been waiting for her, because as her body writhed with pleasure, he let out a dark, carnal groan and came.

He held her so tightly the whole time. She felt safe, and they both slept.