He smiled and leaned across to get another condom. ‘I am going to have to restock soon or we’re going to have a problem.’
The only problem Abby could see was that she was going to get too emotionally involved in this fling. It was a risk she had been prepared to take, but had it been foolish to think she could keep her emotions separate? Making love with Luke was not a simple matter of two bodies joining for mutual release. There was so much more to it. A bond of intimacy developed and grew with each and every encounter.
She could feel it happening.
Each kiss, each stroke, each caress bonded her to him in a way she could never bond with anyone else. He was her first lover. The man who had taught her about receiving and giving pleasure. The man who responded to her as if her touch and her touch alone could unlock the primal desires he had suppressed for so long.
Luke leaned on one elbow to apply the condom, giving Abby a perfect opportunity to stroke her hand down his chest and sexily toned abdomen. He eased her back down and brought his mouth to each of her breasts, tending to them with licks and strokes and grazes of his gentle teeth that made every cell of her body hum with delight.
Abby was so ready, so full of need she couldn’t stop a pleading whimper from escaping. ‘You’re taking too long. I want you now.’
He gently parted her folds and entered her with a groan that seemed to come from deep inside him. Abby welcomed him into her body, wrapping her legs around his hips so he could deepen his thrusts. The smooth, slick glide of his body within hers set off sparks in her nerves that swelled and sensitised her clitoris. But it wasn’t quite enough friction to trigger the orgasm she could feel building like a rampaging storm in her female flesh.
Luke reached down between their joined bodies, caressing her with an expert touch like a maestro handling a Stradivarius. She soared off into the stratosphere, her mind partially blanking out as the ripples and shudders ricocheted through her body.
Abby floated back to reality just as he started to increase his pace, the faster, deeper thrusts triggering his own release. He gave a choked-off sound and then emptied in a series of pumps, finally collapsing over her, his head buried next to her neck.
She played with his hair in little lifts and tugs of the thick dark brown strands, listening to his breathing steadying, the rise and fall of his chest against hers making her feel closer to him than she had felt to anyone.
Luke turned his head to nibble at the sensitive area below her ear, making her shiver all over. ‘You’re amazing. You know that, don’t you?’
Abby turned her head so she was eye to eye with him, his breath mingling with hers. ‘I was just thinking the same, but about you. My theory was right then.’
He sent his finger on a slow journey around her mouth. ‘Which theory was that?’
‘The dancing one,’ Abby said. ‘If a couple are good on the dance floor together, then they’re likely to be good in bed together. We’ve just proven it.’
His smile did strange things to her insides, making them gooey and soft like melted marshmallows. ‘Do you have any more theories you want to run past my sceptical scientific brain?’
Abby squinted her gaze. ‘You think I’m nuts, don’t you?’
He captured her mouth and pressed a hot, hard kiss to her lips. ‘I think you’re beautiful and funny and I’m going to make love to you all over again. That is, unless you’d rather dance?’
Abby pulled his head back down to hers. ‘We can dance later.’
* * *
Later that morning, Abby had a shower and waited for Luke to come back with a casual outfit for her to wear and some underwear. It gave her a little thrill to think of him choosing knickers and a bra for her. Handling those intimate items with his clever hands, knowing he would be the one to take them off her when they next made love.
Abby wandered through Luke’s house, a part of her feeling guilty at snooping, but the other part wanted to know everything about him. He was like a really gripping book she’d started reading and couldn’t put down. She’d got him to open up about his girlfriend Kimberley…although she felt a little guilty her back story had overtaken the telling of his. Had that been deliberate on his part? Using her little trick by taking the searchlight off his life and shining it on hers?
Abby didn’t regret telling him about her background. She’d thought she would but somehow she didn’t. Luke was a safe person to tell. There hadn’t been too many safe people in her life. But he was trustworthy and dependable, exactly like Ella, which meant Abby would have to tell her at some stage too.
But then, as if summoned by the thought of her friend, Abby’s phone rang and she picked it up and saw it was Ella. ‘Hi, I was meaning to call—’