A Long Time Coming (16 page)

“You think too highly of me,
Abigail. You always have.”

“No… I haven’t thought highly
enough.” She tipped his face upwards with her finger. “It’s the truth. You just
need to stop and realize it again. Screw your leg issue. Screw your head issue
too. It’s time you take a stand in your life and do something that doesn’t
require being a little bitch about—”

She was down on the bed before
she even could breathe the final words of her sentence. His mouth was
hot—hard—and so full of passion against hers that she forgot what the hell she
was even about to say. His entire body covered hers and he tucked one of his
hands behind the back of her head, overwhelming her ability to think about
anything other than his ability to take control.

His mouth was open over hers,
his tongue pressing against her swollen lips, practically begging to be
permitted inside. All she wanted was that sensation of their mouths, entrusting
each other to be as one, so she obliged to his silent command, letting their
tongues collide at a rate that was hateful and violent, needy and perfect…all
at the same time. His other hand slipped up her outer thigh, taking her shirt
along with it when he reached the bottom of her stomach. His fingers dug into
the edge of panties and he traced her hipbone with his nail. Arching her back,
needing to feel him on her… in her, and devouring her at the same time, she
moaned and wrapped her right leg around his left hip.

He jumped at the contact,
pulling back slightly to stare down at her—obviously unsure of himself, and the
fact that she was so close to the emptiness that he’d had below his knee for two
years now. But there was no way she was going to let him stop now. Abigail had
him right where he was meant to be.

“Abigail…” he warned softly,
until she lifted her chin, giving him access to her neck. He was a damn good
non–verbal listener and she shut her eyes, relaxing as his hot lips covered her
pulse.

“Jesus…if I take you again,
Abs, then I really don’t think I’ll be able to let you go this time when we’re
done…”

She swallowed, moaning as his
hands found the center of her panties—feeling completely at a point of no
return. His words, so vulnerable and open, made her want him more than she ever
thought possible.

She pushed out her response on
a soft sigh, “Then don’t. Just take me, all of me. I’m yours. I always have
been,” …
and I always will be.

Falling to the side, he faced
her, but had yet to break away the meshing contact of their bodies. “Are…are
you sure?” She opened her eyes, and smiled at him, with so much love in her
heart that you would think it was near ready to explode.

Tracing his furrowed brows,
she told him the truth. “More than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

That was all the initiative he
apparently needed, and this time—without the vodka, and backseat, and hurry of
losing something and never gaining it back—David slipped her panties down to
her knees with fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. She grinned
against his chin…the boy had some killer skills.

“Lie on your back.”

She swallowed. Filled with the
need to abide by anything he commanded, that’s what she did, only she tossed
her shirt to the floor to speed up the process.

Smirking, he pulled back to
stare down at her, “Jesus…you’re so fucking beautiful that it steals my breath,
right…here.” He made an ex over the center of her chest, signifying the exact
thing she felt. His voice barely a whisper, David lowered his hands from her
neck until he found the spot she’d been dying to be his for months once again.

The moment he touched the
center, it was like her eyes were an explosion of black, with tiny sparks of
light consuming what should have been a scary vision behind her lids. In and
out, he pushed his finger, his breath heavy as he traced kisses down her chest,
onto her stomach and ribs, until he reached her hipbones.

Every part of her body
belonged to him; both inside and out. Body, mind, soul…
baby.

That thought stopped her
short, her breathing heavy for a completely different reason. But soon
forgotten was the idea that might break them, replaced by the feel of his
mouth, instead of his fingers.

“David, Jesus, please…don’t
ever stop.”

He chuckled against her,
sending delicious chills through her shaking body as he used his tongue in all
its skillful glory, stopping only momentarily to speak the words she could
barely comprehend over the lust filling her mind. “I won’t.”

And he didn’t stop. He was
relentless, and pursued her body’s breaking point so hard that she had to throw
her arm over her mouth to stifle the cries escaping like prisoners from her
locked lips.

Jesus, this wasn’t sex…it was
so much better than sex. No guy had ever gone
there…
She pushed against
his mouth, needing to explode, but at the same time, not wanting to waste it
this way with her greediness. It felt good, but she knew exactly what would
feel better.

“I lied…I need you,” she
moaned, her words a garbled mess, “to stop, please.”

He did. And immediately she
felt like a bitch because he backed his body away completely. “God, Abs, I’m
sorry…”

She sat up on her elbows
staring down at him as he sat up on the edge of the bed, running a trembling
hand through his messy curls.

“Hey, I didn’t mean I wanted
to stop completely…” she chewed on her lip, sitting up, only to stand and move
in front of him. Completely exposed to him, she whispered her shaky words, “I
just want you…and me…together, that’s all.”

His eyes brightened. Hell,
they brightened to a shade she hadn’t seen in years. She couldn’t help but
smile at the child–like wonder in their depths. David was so tough, but so
innocent at the same time. He was absolutely, perfectly flawed. And she was
absolutely, desperately in love with him.

Never had he seen anything as
sexy as Abigail standing in front of him—bare, flushed, and open—both in the
physical and mental aspect. He swallowed his nerves, and blinked as he studied
the length of her curvy, petite frame.

Christ…could he do this again?
And sober at that? He was far from a virgin—lost that title when he was a
freshman in high school. So he knew where the parts went, and he
definitely
remembered how to make a girl scream his name if need be. But the only partner
he’d had since his accident had been Abigail, and they’d been toasted that
night. But now, in the early morning hours of the day, with Abigail more than
willing to go another round with him, he felt like an inexperienced dumbass
that needed some serious sex tutoring.

But he went with it
anyways—went with the fast paced thumping of his heart and what it told him to
do—disregarding the fact that this was his sister’s apartment and that he only
had one fucking leg at that. Harley would forgive him, and the one–leg thing
was the last issue on his mind as he reached out for her. He had to have her.
His body demanded it. His heart ached for it even more.

Gripping her hips with his
trembling hands, he pulled her into him, relaxing just as a breathless sigh
fell from her perfect, O–shaped mouth. “You are going to be the death of me,
Abigail Zane…” He drew her stomach close to his face, kissing the flat plane
once, before staring up into her soulful eyes.

But there, once again in those
two perfect pools of blue, was an obvious fear he didn’t in any way associate
with her. Abigail wasn’t scared of anything. This new, unexpected version of
the girl he so loved, harbored something big—secret big. She was full of them
lately it seemed. And he didn’t like it at all.

Clearing her throat, she
seemingly pushed passed her obvious fear, and grinned down at him. “Nah, I’m
only the beginning of something that you won’t want to end…”

He shook his head, and
laughed, pulling her down onto his lap. Damn, she was beyond right on that one.
Forgetting his woes and worries, he let her straddle his upper thighs, for once
uncaring of what sat just behind her—the
nothingness
that was his left
leg. He tipped his head to the side, checking to make sure she was still okay,
brushing her tangled hair away from her glowing face with one finger. He cupped
her cheeks a minute later, and brought her face close to his, only to rub his
nose against her cheek. He inhaled her floral scent, like a cat who wanted to
mark his territory. But at the same time, he was a wild beast demanding more
than just a little claim—demanding consumption to a degree that neither one of
them could ever take back. It was the forever kind of consumption he was going
to try and earn from this girl—this absolutely, perfect specimen of a woman.

“I don’t have any protection,
Abs…” Fuck…of all the dumbass things he could say, it had to be that.

Again, she stiffened in his hold
and he held his breath, praying that he hadn’t screwed this up with stupid
words—although they were far from stupid. Smart was more like it. Because the
last thing he needed, was to be a dad.

“It’s…okay, I, um…well,” she
stuttered against the curve of his ear. “I’m, uh, well…on the pill.”

He frowned for a brief second,
trying hard not to think what that might have meant. Abigail had always been
open with her sexuality and sure, his jealousy was not being too friendly at
the thought of her in someone else’s bed. But he also knew that he’d screwed up
badly in the past and there was no way he expected her to be waiting around for
him, even though he’d secretly fantasized that he was always her first, and
would, too, be her last. But reality was a bitch, and stole his selfish dreams.
So there was really no reason to regret the past when he had the future under
his hands—literally.

David nodded against her face,
and brought his mouth down to her ear, loving the shivers he ignited in her
with that one move. The soft sighs he created as his thumbs just barely brushed
against the side of her breasts was his final straw, and he needed no more
encouragement to follow through with what was now the inevitable.

It was time.

Flipping her onto her back, he
maneuvered his way over her, surprised with his ability to balance so well on
one knee without falling flat against her. He’d apparently developed some
superstar abilities whenever he was with this girl. She giggled, laughing as he
threw her hands over her head. He grinned down at her, teasing her, enthralled
with the way she moved against him, ignoring—for now—how he was so hard against
her.

“So what are you waiting for
then…?” Damn her and her ability to screw with his head with those ‘come
hither’ eyes, and those swollen, gnawed on lips. Her hair was all sprawled out
around her shoulders like she was some sort of blonde divinity of
perfection—which of course she really was.

“Can’t I just lie here all
morning?” He teased back, tightening his grip on her hands as he pressed his
mouth against her neck. One kiss on her pulse…one kiss on the center of her
neck…two kisses on her shoulder blades until his mouth found the perfect home
over her breasts.

She sighed, arching her back,
giving his mouth the perfect, momentary taste of the perfection that was her
body. “I get really tired after overexerting myself you know…”

She growled, freeing herself,
somehow, only to push him over onto his back. Damn she was strong. “Then let me
take control.” She straddled him, inches from covering him completely. A vixen
in disguise, Abigail was damn near evil.

Shaking his head, he growled,
flipping her back over, adoring the soft gasp that spilled from her mouth as he
did. “Not this time, Abs…”

And then he entered her,
pushing so deeply inside of her, that he couldn’t stop the growl escaping from
his throat if he tried. Dammit…The last time they did this didn’t do the moment
justice.

Giggles of joy were soon
outweighed by her moans of pleasure as he pushed in and out of her—over and
over—slow, perfect…damn near mind–blowing. Needing to bide his time, and not
end this far too early, he went for her mouth again, devouring it like she was
the only food he’d had for months. Tasting her tongue, tasting the sweetness of
the orange she’d eaten just minutes before on his hot tongue.

Abigail was like his buffet,
and he’d never get his fill.

Wrapping her legs around his
waist gave him the perfect angle to rock further into her. Giving her what she
silently asked for, taking what he silently demanded. Sweat ran down the back
of his neck, dripping in between his shoulder blades. He shivered at the
sensation as she gripped his waist with one hand. Nails dug deep into his skin,
the pressure reminding him just how real this moment was. She raked her other set
of skillful fingers through his tangled curls, moaning against his throat as
the pressure between them increased.

“Baby, you’ve got to take it
easy on me… I won’t last.”

She groaned into his ear.
Jesus Christ, was she smiling? Enjoying this? Because he was beyond fucking
serious here. The girl made him all sorts of crazy.

“Don’t worry…because,” she
nibbled against his lobe, “…neither will I. Now go faster…please!”

Christ…did she say faster?
This girl was insatiable, and he loved the hell out of her for it. So he gave
her faster—she met him pace by pace—until the moment she stiffened and exploded
around him. “Fuck me…” He was doing exactly that, wasn’t he? He grinned, hell
yeah he was.

He pulled back and stared down
at her, enjoying the scenery of pleasure morph over her pink–stained cheeks. It
was the sweetest sight he’d ever heard and seen. And the last thing he thought
of before he exploded himself was that he was now, more than ever, completely
and utterly addicted to her.