ABBY turned in her sleep and was aware of Andrew’s strong arms around her. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him in the dim moonlight that streamed in the window. He was not only gorgeous; he looked peaceful as he slept. She was tempted to run her hand through his soft, dark hair, but didn’t want to wake him. He needed his rest.

She gently slipped out from under his arm, and got out of bed to use the bathroom. Her ankle felt so much better; there was barely a limp when she walked. There was enough ambient light for her to see without turning anything on. It was a small perk as she did her best not to disturb Andrew.

When she was finished, she weighed whether she should stay in his room or leave. It was great sleeping beside him. She felt safe and warm in his arms. She was tempted to stay. She stood in the bathroom doorway, and looked over at him. Oh yes, she could love this man. Still, there was so much more she wanted to learn about him, and to share about herself with him.

She wondered whether there was enough time. Eventually the plows would come, and they would leave him behind when they drove back to San Francisco and their lives. She wanted to spend more time with him; to know him better. They lived less than four hours apart in good weather. That distance was not insurmountable, if they were both interested in seeing each other often.

She shook her head, forcing some of the thoughts from her mind. The truth was she barely knew him. Yes, they slept together, and there was a strong, unquestionable connection between them. But did he want more, the way she did? Would he be willing to travel to see her while they got better acquainted and spent more time together?

She had never even asked if he was single. For all she knew, she was a convenient, temporary distraction for him. And although she used the pill religiously, they had not used protection a few times. She had to take responsibility for that. She knew better; but she couldn’t deny the unfamiliar voice in her head that told her it did not matter. Maybe he thought she was sleeping with him out of obligation, or because he opened up his home to them.

She walked over to the bottle of water he brought for her earlier, and took a drink. This was one of the reasons she did her best to never worry about situations like this. Worrying was so unproductive; it was not in her nature to overthink. Things were the way they were, and it made no sense to stress out about the unknown, or regret her actions after the fact, or to create an infinite set of what-if scenarios.

She let out a long breath. What she knew was she wanted to see him after this chance meeting was over. She never felt this way before, so completely magnetized to another human being. She wanted to get to know him, and she hoped he would want the same. For now, she wanted to get back into bed with him.

She pulled back the covers, and slipped in beside him, doing her best not to stir him. When he didn’t, she turned on her side and snuggled up close to him, soaking up some of his warmth as she settled in. He must have felt her touch. He groaned and turned toward her.

“Need anything?” He opened his eyes slowly.

“No, I was just in the bathroom. Sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ve always been a light sleeper.” She watched him as he lifted his head to look at the clock. “It’s not time to get up already, is it?”

“No, it’s about four in the morning,” she answered, rubbing her hand down his arm. “Go back to sleep. You must be tired.”

“I could sleep some more. Are you tired?” He slid his arm around to her back and pulled her closer.

“Maybe a little. Why?”

“I seem to remember someone mentioning she was, how should I say, in the mood?”

“Yes, someone was,” she teased, running her hand through his hair. “But now she’s something else.”

“And what would that be?”

She placed one leg over his and bent her knee around his hip. She could feel his cock stiffen on her thigh. It made her stomach clench with need. “Right now? She’s lustful and completely aroused.”

* * *

ANDREW growled out a raspy breath. Right there, as they faced each other on their sides, Andrew held her knee and pulled it up high to his waist to position himself. He moved his hand close to her opening, and slid his cock inside her.

“Oh God.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and rubbed her breasts on his chest. She was so wet, undulating her hips to take him deeper inside. “Fuck me hard, baby.”

Andrew raised her leg even higher and drove into her. He squeezed his arm under her to grip her waist and pulled her into him. His thrusts grew deeper and harder. Her begging drove him wild. At this angle, he could feel her so deep inside; her tight walls, so wet and hot, sliding up and down around his shaft. He wanted to satisfy all of her desires.

He pulled out gently and kissed her neck.

“I want you on all fours, Abby. I want to please you.”

She willingly turned on her stomach. He smacked her behind playfully as she rested on her arms. Her head turned toward him, studying him from beneath her lashes.

“More than all the times before?”

“Yes.”

“And what will we get, if I let you?” She was teasing him.

“Me? Satisfaction. You? Probably the best night of your life?” Andrew smiled broadly.

“Is that a promise?” Her voice had turned husky; it was a whimper, instead of words.

“I will do my best.”

“Okay.” Abby bounced to her elbows and then up onto her hands and knees. Not many women could make crawling around on a bed both sweet and sexy, but she could. She crawled backward to get close to him, her legs on either side of his. She crouched down and let her forehead press into the sheets. “I’m ready.”

“I love how open you are with me, Abby. That eagerness of yours is so contagious.”

Picking up her head, she twisted her neck around to wink at him over her shoulder. “Best night of my life, remember?”

She swayed her hips before his eyes, pushing all other thoughts far from his mind. He never lied. A promise was a promise. He promised her the best night of her life and he was going to give it to her. Come hell or high water.

“Then hold on, this is going to be slow and gentle.”

He clasped her hips in both hands and stilled her movement. Her forehead fell back to the sheets. He kissed each of her ass cheeks in turn, licking and nibbling them all over. Scooting back in the bed, he got up onto his knees and started to trail kisses and nibbles from her butt to the small of her back and up her spine. The sweet taste of her skin was better than any wine. He could lick her all night. Stretching across her back, he nestled her ass against his groin.

His cock fit perfectly, as though made to be between her legs. He settled it along the length of her slit, sliding slowly to coat his shaft with her wetness. He ground his teeth at the exquisite sensation.

With his weight slightly pressing down on her, he reached beneath her body and cupped her breasts. He loved the feel of them—the perfect size for him. The perky globes filled his hands as if made for him and him alone. He kneaded her flesh gently, rubbing his palms across and around her nipples. They pebbled and peaked under his ministrations. He took the buds between his thumb and forefinger and gently stroked the hardened, nerve-dense skin back and forth. Abby’s body shuddered under him. He could see her ribs quaking as she struggled to breathe. He loved how she responded to him without hesitation or bashfulness.

He pulled a little on her nipples again, making her back arch. A low moan erupted from her lips. Her nails gathered the sheets and she clutched them in her fists, seeming to hold on for some semblance of control. He could see her face in his mind. Her bottom lip would be gripped tightly between her teeth, as she did when she was turned on before, her eyes would be shut, and her nostrils flaring. The pulse where her neck and shoulder met would be pounding, just begging him to bite and lick. The skin between her breasts would flush pink, a tell-tale sign of her impending climax.

He continued to play with her nipples as he sat back on his knees, pulling her slightly up in the effort. Her head lifted from the sheets.

“Fill me, Andrew,” she whispered her plea. “Please come inside me.”

Palming his cock, he lined up with her entrance and thrust into her gently. She responded by pushing back. They met. She was so tight and wet. He withdrew to the tip and thrust inside again. Her folds yielded and her channel welcomed him home. He released one breast and caressed a fingertip down her body to her clit.

He palmed her mound and found her clit, causing a deep groaning purr to escape her lips. He circled her clit with deft fingers, pressing along each side of the flesh. It swelled between his fingers, and he felt her core relax and pulse around his shaft. He kept his pace steady, despite the demands of his body, his needy cock, and her own undulating motions.

Rocking back and forth, he ground his cock deeply into her. He tilted her hips to stroke down on her G-spot. She cried out with the contact and reared back, causing Andrew’s hand to lose contact from her breast and her clit.

“Oh God, Andrew. Harder!”

He smiled, and imagined the day he could be comfortable enough to let out a laugh with her at her demands; full-bodied guffaws, while she giggled along with him.

Smacking her ass lightly, he said, “Whatever you need, Abby. Just as you like.”

“Yes!”

Then, pressing his fingers into her hips, he forced her down to her elbows and drove himself deeper, faster, and harder into her. Their thighs smacked together. The sound filled the room and blended into the moans of her trembling orgasm, followed quickly by her scream, and then, his own husky wail. He pressed on for three deep thrusts, and exploded into her as she came.

They lingered in position for a short time. Coming apart, they fell to the bed together. He slid his body off to the side so he could hold her. For minutes, they rested silently, each trying to catch their breath.

“So?” He nudged her gently in the ribs.

“Best. Night. Ever.” She turned to her side and kissed his neck.

“Tired now?”

“Yes. Let’s sleep, baby.”