ANDREW was the first to wake up from his deep, satiated slumber. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was barely two in the morning. Abby must have felt his movement. She turned her head and slowly opened her eyes.

“Want me to go to my room?” she asked slowly, rubbing her eyes.

“No,” he answered. “We’re here now. I’d like you to stay with me.”

As he said it, he felt that deep down, he was asking her to stay in his bed for more than one night. He tried to get the asinine fantasy out of his head.

“Be right back.”

He slid his arm out from under her head and got up, heading for his bathroom. Looking around, he saw that she followed his gaze, and had a soft smile on her face.

“Okay.”

He saw her study him another moment or two before her head fell back to the sheets. He stood there, admiring her gorgeous body before he went into the bathroom. She was still resting on top the sheets, so he saw her movements as she stretched out her legs and twisted around both ankles, as if testing just how swollen the bad one was. After the third wince, she seemed to give up. The ankle was still worrisome for her.

He watched her roll over and get on to her hands and knees to crawl farther up the bed. Pulling back the sheets and comforter, she climbed underneath and snuggled into the clean pillows and warm bed. She locked her eyes on his when she realized he hadn’t gone in yet. He smiled at her. It was the first night they shared his bed. He wanted her to feel special. Even if nothing more happened. Somehow, he doubted he could ever sleep beside Abby in a bed and have nothing happen. Nope, it was not possible. And she confirmed his thoughts right there and then.

He watched in delight as she threw back the comforter. Her hand snaked down her stomach. Her fingers rested at the edge of her mound. She paused and tilted her head to look at him with a smile, as if beckoning him to take what she was offering. His eyes lit up. He was so tempted to dive back into that bed and give her what she wanted. Instead, he turned and hurried into the bathroom to shed his condom and relieve himself. As he washed his hands, he looked at the scar, and then looked up at his face in the mirror. He barely recognized his appearance. There was a smile that had not graced his face for two years.

* * *

ABBY must have drifted to sleep. She woke with a start. The room was dark. The bathroom door stood ajar. The spot on the bed beside her dipped with Andrew’s weight, her slight body having rolled into his embrace. His arms locked around her stomach, keeping her close.

“Go back to sleep, Abby,” he said after a few minutes.

His voice was deep, husky, but not with sleep. She twisted around to peer at him.

“I don’t know if I can,” she replied.

“Why not?”

“Just thinking about when this storm ends.” She lied a little. She was thinking a little about the blizzard, but that wasn’t what kept her up. It was her fantasy about making love to him again.

“What about it?”

He leaned forward to kiss the place where her neck and shoulder met. She shivered as his lips moved. He had figured that place out and now he seemed intently focused on it every time he got close.

“I don’t know,” she said at first. “There’ll be so much to do when they finally clear the roads. I’ll need to replace my car. I’m positive it’s totaled so I’ll have to deal with the insurance company. And worst of all, I’ll be so behind with school.”

It was another half-lie. Yes, she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of the storm. But she desperately wanted to feel him take her again, in any way he wanted it. She wanted him.

Turning in his embrace, she stared into his enchanting blue eyes. So far, he’d been able to know when she wanted more. Every kiss had been welcomed. And she loved that he saw that truth shine from her eyes.

“What else are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

She smirked. He was good.

“Tell me, Abby,” he appealed.

“I still want you.”

His mouth fell open and his tongue absently licked his bottom lip. She felt his hands shift on her back and slide lower. She waited for him to say something; anything. He said nothing. For a long minute, they just looked at each other. She shifted, getting uncomfortable. Maybe he felt they had moved too far, and too fast.

“No.” His tone was harsh and she froze.

His voice melted, then, and he continued, “I thought you’d never ask.”

* * *

ANDREW admired the goddess who had propped herself up enough to crawl between his legs and bow before him. Her long blonde hair fell in cascading waves down her back and shoulder, reminding him of a waterfall of gold. Her pink lips—the bottom one pulled teasingly between her teeth—beckoned him. Reaching down to her face, he traced his thumb over her lips. Would he ever get tired of touching her? He doubted it.

“Are you sure you want to…?”

“Absolutely.” Her voice was eager, a little shaky, but he could see she wasn’t going to back away. “I want to do this for you.”

“You know you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She nodded and lifted her hands to dance along his raging erection. He moaned aloud and it may have been the signal she wanted. She lowered her head to one thigh and blew on his shaft. The warm blast of her breath hit his cock and he groaned with anticipation. She didn’t notice. All her attention was focused on his steely length as it pointed to the ceiling. He felt her soft lips press on his tip and he nearly came right there.

“Steady, boy,” she teased, the hint of a giggle in her throaty voice.

“It’s been a long time.” His voice shook and cracked, but he was thrilled he was still able to speak at the same time that she was driving him insane with her lips. It was torture. Absolutely wicked and welcome torture.

“Oh…” He moaned, but looked down just in time to catch her crimson blush. She hesitated for a moment and it was enough to shake a little of his confidence and enjoyment of the moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Wow,” she answered softly, and sat between his legs.

“Huh?”

“I know we were naked earlier. But I never got a good look at you. You know, really look at all of you. You are stunning.”

Andrew preened at Abby’s praise.

“Really ripped. And your cock…” She stopped, ending with a purr. The hottest, sexiest damn purr he had ever heard.

“You’re playing with me, aren’t you!” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but couldn’t help it. She had gone from sweet, adorable girl next door to the hottest sex kitten he had ever met and he wanted her so bad.

Abby didn’t move. She just watched him all over. He asked himself why he hadn’t taken her again, over and over? She was too sexy to deny.

“Come here, Abby.”

She leaned forward again and scooted down the bed to kneel at his feet. His cock bobbed erect before her face. She licked her lips and seemed to float forward, toward him. She was as eager as he was.

Andrew placed her hands on his cock. With his fingers entwined with hers, he stroked his length. At first, he moved slowly, letting her feel every inch of his hunger and desire for her. Then faster. He taught her how tightly he wanted her to squeeze and how fast he needed her to stroke. She was a quick learner and he rejoiced at her aptitude for pleasing him.

Letting go of her hands, he allowed her the freedom to explore. She continued as he’d shown her. He ran his fingers through her hair, loving the feeling of her golden strands slipping between his hands. He got lost in the sensation.

One of her hands moved under his cock and between his legs. She cupped his balls and kneaded them softly. It was more of her wicked, fantastic torture. He groaned at her touch, thrilled with her enthusiasm.

When, at long last, she wrapped her lips around the tip and licked in a circular motion, he grabbed her hair and held her still.

“Andrew?”

“I’m going to come, Abby. Taste me, suck me, do whatever you want. But if I pull you off, please…”

He forgot whatever he was going to say. She had already begun to lower her mouth over his cock. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and tasting every inch of him. She tightened her cheeks and sucked him hard. Harder than he thought was possible. He loved it. She relaxed her jaw to take in more of him. Soon he had thrust his hips and filled her mouth. He heard her choke a little, so he withdrew. But when he caught a glimpse of her looking up at him from under her long bangs, she winked. She took him this time completely and quickly. Sucking and bobbing her head on his length, she had him digging his nails into her hair. It must have hurt, but she made no move to stop him.

Tugging on her shoulder a little, he pulled himself free. “Get on the bed. I want to come inside you.”

Abby, God bless her soul, did exactly as he ordered. He climbed up after her, settling between her legs, his thighs between hers, spreading her farther apart. He sifted fingers through her golden bush, and found her sopping wet. Playing with her for a moment, teasing her, he breathed in deeply to smell her sweet scent of arousal.

“I want you, Andrew. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged.

“I…” Andrew quieted. Love you? Did he really? It sure felt that way. He looked at Abby. A tear glistened in the corner of one eye. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw slack, and lips red.

“Yes.” He answered his own question as he reached in the nightstand drawer for another condom and had it on in no time flat. He palmed her ass and lifted her. Placing his cock at her entrance, he pulled her toward him until his cockhead slipped inside and was seized by her tight, wet inner walls.

Grabbing her knees on each side of him, he spread her legs and held them aloft. He readjusted himself on the sheets and lowered his head to kiss her stomach.

“Come inside me now, Andrew. I need you.”

He was only too willing to meet her insistence. Sliding slowly inside, he intensified his thrusts as she begged, pounding into her hot pussy. Her head sank into the pillow as she arched off the bed and tightened her fists around his thick forearms. It felt like she was anxious.

“Come on, baby. You can let go,” he urged as he drove himself harder inside her. He was on the edge, holding back by sheer will. She shook her head wildly, hair whipping back and forth across the sheets.

“I’m coming, Andrew!” she screamed.

When she came, she screamed and unleashed his eruption a heartbeat later. He kept up the thrusts to allow her to ride her orgasm for as long as she could. When her movements stopped, he dropped her legs gently and collapsed on top of her. He kissed her navel tenderly and closed his eyes. He relished every moment, and accepted her warm and gentle touch as she passed her palms over his hair. In no time at all, he drifted off to serene slumber.