"I know," she said smiling. She got onto her knees and hugged me. Her arms went around my neck, and I immediately pulled her into me. I held her around the waist, holding her tight. To do that, she had to get her legs on either side of mine.
I felt her small body under my arms and really, really didn't want to let go. I felt her move her arms, but I didn't give. I loosened my hold so she could lean back enough to look at me. I saw a blush creep up her face.
"Do you want to start heading back?" she asked me. I had my hands around her waist, keeping her still on my lap.
"No," I said. My hands went lower, flattening over her bare thighs. "Do you?"
"The sun's going down," she said absently. She brought her hands up and rested them on my chest, lightly fisting the fabric.
"Take it off," I said.
She looked at me, something flashing in her eyes. She bit her lip and looked down at my body as her hands ran slowly down to the bottom of the shirt. I watched her grab it and pull it up, raising my arms so she could take it off completely.
She looked at my chest like she didn't know what to do with it. I took one of her hands and laid it palm down on my pec. She raked her fingers over my skin lightly. But when I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and tried to pull it off, she stopped me, pulling it back down. Fuck. Too fast.
"Shit. Abby, I'm sorry," I said. Well done, shithead, I thought. You were so close. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.”
"No, I'm sorry," she said. She looked down and took a deep breath. She pulled her tank top off slowly, leaving her in a small, light-green bikini top.
She shifted on my lap so our bodies were touching and slowly kissed me. Her kiss was fe
ather light. She was kissing me like she was scared she was doing the wrong thing. I grabbed her around the waist again and pulled her into me. She broke the kiss and looked down at me.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I was pitching a tent in my pants, and where she was on top of me, I was sure she could feel it.
She nodded, reaching behind her and pulling the straps of her bikini loose. She took it off and put it beside us with our shirts. Fuck me, she was beautiful. Her tits were round, with hard, pink nipples. Her body was toned with light tan lines.
She ran her hands down my body again, kissing her way up from my chest. Oh yeah. She wanted me, too. Her lips were soft, kissing my neck and jaw before coming back to my lips again. Her hands went into my hair, down my back…everywhere. She parted her lips for me, allowing me to taste her. She let out the tiniest moan, squeezing one of my biceps.
I felt like I was inside her already, and we hadn't even done anything yet. The sound of the waves, everything I'd said to her, my addiction all faded into nothing. All I could feel were her small, soft hands, her body on top of mine.
I felt peaceful, like when I played the piano. She moaned again, feeling me bite her lower lip. Something told me I'd be able to make her make sweet music, too.
Chapter Sixteen
Abby
I didn't know what I was doing. My mind was racing. All I knew right then was that Nate wanted me. He wanted me to help him and now, he wanted me this way.
Every part of my body was buzzing. Running my hands over his planes of warm skin pulled tight over his muscles felt like a dream. The only thing that told me this was real was his hands on me. The light hair on his chest stimulated my nipples as he pulled me into him. His tongue pushed against mine in my mouth. His scruff felt prickly against my face.
He had poured his heart out to me. Maybe it was because what he'd just shared with me had been so intimate, but I felt like this and that were one combined experience. I felt so honored that he would share what he had. I felt overwhelmed by the intimacy, and opening my body up to him felt almost natural.
He held me around the waist, and I felt him move, lowering me onto my back on the towel. I felt exposed, seeing his face looking down at me. It had been a while since I'd let a guy touch me like this. His mouth came down on my nipple, and I gasped, sealing my eyes shut.
I felt him start on the button of my shorts. He snapped it open and dropped the zipper. I raised my hips to let him pull them off, but he slid his hand inside instead, rubbing my slit. I yelped, already overwhelmed by his mouth on my nipple and his hand touching me. I held his arm, squeezing as my body processed those long-forgotten sensations.
I wanted it. I wanted everything. I wriggled my hips trying to get my shorts off. He noticed and sat up on his knees to let me take my clothes off.
My default instinct when it came to men screamed at me to stop, but this wasn't just anybody. I hadn't felt this connected to anyone in a long time. His eyes on me as I undressed made me feel beautiful, not like a piece of meat.
"Jesus Christ, Abby," he said quietly. He started on his own pants, wrestling those and his underwear off before coming towards me again. He positioned himself between my legs and kissed me sweetly, holding his weight on his arms so he wasn't bearing down on me.
I felt brazen, running my hands over his shoulders, his back, his ass, any part of him I could reach. I reached one hand between us and found his dick. The head was wet under my fingers. My hand didn't even go all the way around. Oh my God, was it going to hurt?
I heard him groan and push his hips forward into my hand. I stroked the tight, hot skin, feeling how hard he was.
"I want to fuck you, Abby," he whispered into my ear, using his teeth gently biting and sucking my neck. I wanted him to. There was nothing else I wanted more than that.