My Only Wish (12 page)

Needing to taste, he tugged at the material, flicking his tongue over her nipple as it hardened to the air.

She arched in response, clutching his head to her as she groaned. She was so full, he thought, so beautiful. So sensitive.

Moving to taste her other breast, he felt her quake when he freed her, discarding the satin to the floor.

He sucked her slowly, gently, and felt a surge of satisfaction as she writhed against him, instinctively trying to get closer. Moans turned to whimpers as he lavished more attention on her, flicking with his tongue, nipping softly with his teeth with ever-increasing intensity.

Her hands moved down his chest, tugging the shirt out of his pants. “I want to touch you.” Her voice was deep, throaty, as she worked to get his shirt off.

Shrugging out of the material, he felt her delicate fingers race over his muscles, tracing his abs, lighting fires before moving to his pants.

Quickly reaching for her hands, he held them. “If you do that, sweetheart, I’m afraid this might end more quickly than either of us wants. Lie back,” he said, gently pressing her against the mattress before kneeling between her thighs.

Slowly, his hands moved up the silky material of her stockings, sending shockwaves. His hands slipped beneath her skirt, and he grinned wickedly when her breath caught, her legs widening in invitation.

Teasing her, he moved his fingers slowly up her thighs, not quite touching where she wanted him most before moving back down and unsnapping her stocking. Rolling the silky material down, he moved to her other leg, toying with her before removing the silky gauze.

“You’re teasing me,” she accused softly.

“Do you like it?” he asked darkly, helping her into a sitting position at the edge of the bed before moving her against him, her dress riding up at the movement.

“Maybe,” her lips curved as she wound her arms around his neck.

With Dylan kneeling in front of her, he let his gaze wander down her torso and back again, feeling his body tightening at the sight. “You are so beautiful.”

He moved to kiss her again, hotter, wetter than before. His hands traveled up the sides of her skirt, his fingers locking onto the delicate strings of her panties before drawing them off and down her legs.

With her dress bunched around her waist, there was nothing separating them as he pulled her tightly against him. Hands cupping the soft curves of her waist, he hissed when the hot press of her ground against his abs.

Their lips clashed, devouring each other as she rode against him. He thought he’d go blind from wanting her, from feeling her wet flesh against him.

Knowing he had tormented them long enough, he pulled away, moving his hand to cup her heat.

“God, you’re so wet.” His breath was ragged as he moved his fingers against her, watching as her body bowed, pressing desperately against him.

“I can’t. I can’t take this,” she whispered as sensations flooded her, making her mad with pleasure.

Dylan’s eyes darkened as he watched her face, watched as each delicious flick of his finger drove her wild, more toward the edge. Her lips trembled, her lashes fluttered as she gripped his shoulders, riding the wave of sensation until she surrendered utterly, crying out as the first orgasm rippled through her.

Quickly stripping her of the dress, he stepped back to unzip his pants.

Her hand reached out, touching his arm. “Slowly. Let me watch. Let me look at you.”

With her hot eyes on him, he felt himself jerk as he did as she asked, enflamed as her gaze raked hungrily over his uncovered flesh.

Not sparing another second, he moved on top of her on the bed.

His mouth fused to hers, wild in his demand. “More,” he said between kisses. It was the only thing that kept running through his head. He wanted more of her, more pleasure, more openness.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, you can.” He gasped out the words before returning back to her lips. Cupping her breasts, he relished the weight of them overflowing in his hands before moving to suck once again. Sensitive from his previous attention, she arched, but he didn’t let up.

He could feel heat flowing between their bodies as they moved together. He had never known anyone so open, allowing herself to be completely vulnerable in her responses. The need to show her that only he could bring her to this, that he was the only one who would make her this wild with desire, had him holding off the final pleasure.

Lost in a swirl of sensations, Abby couldn’t think about anything other than him. She was lost in him, in what he was doing to her. Her body didn’t feel her own as he touched her, took her to where he wanted. And she trusted him completely.

When his breathing became more ragged, when his body seemed tighter than a bowstring, Abby though he would finally join her, but each time she was wrong. His hands and lips were everywhere, lighting sparks in secret places before he’d move on to the next.

The moonlight filtered over his face, his bunched muscles, making him appear more beautiful, more male.

He tasted of dark pleasure and spice, so potent she thought she was drugged just by the taste of him. Each time he returned to her lips, she felt the craving for him intensify. His body, his touch, his very presence were addicting.

The love that she felt for him blazed through her as hot as the passion that possessed them. It was in every touch, every kiss. Crying out for him to love her in return.

“Now, Dylan. Please, now.” Her hands went frantically to his hips, trying to pull him to her.

With his arms wrapped tightly around her, she saw his nostrils flare before he surged inside, his body stretching hers.

She gripped him, loving the feel of him moving against her, within her. She had never felt closer to another, certain her love for him would grow until she exploded.

As his body moved, she felt herself building up again, her need growing with all the love she had for him.

He began to say her name, and it echoed in her head as he led them faster to the precipice.

Unable to hold on a moment longer, she screamed out her pleasure, clutching him close as she felt him jerk, calling out her name as he fell over the edge with her.

Chapter 9

It was some time before he regained his senses, slowly recalling his surroundings as the moonlight filtered over his closed lids. He had never felt more relaxed, more at peace, than he did in that moment.

As he did with Abby.

The thought seemed to clamp in his mind, sounding a warning bell that was hard to ignore.

He had found intense satisfaction with her only moments ago, but he still wanted more of her. And not just in bed.

His desire for her, not only the physical aspect, was more intense, more demanding than he had ever experienced. And lying next to her, her soft breathing slowing as she cuddled up next to him, he couldn’t bear to think of her leaving him.

“Stay with me tonight.” His voice was gruff from their lovemaking.

She sat up, looking down at him with tumbled hair. “I don’t have any clothes with me.”

“I’ll take you home in the morning to change. I have some sweats you can wear in the meantime. But I’m warning you, my intention is to have you naked for the rest of the night.”

She chuckled. “Same goes. Don’t think you can get away from me so easily.”

“Thank God.” His laugh was muffled by their kiss. He wanted to be with her like this more often, to take her away somewhere where they could be alone, just enjoy each other without restrictions. And a part of him knew that he wanted to dazzle her, show her things that she had never seen before. An idea began to form in his mind. “I wanted to tell you that I’m going to be going out of town next week. New York.”

“Oh.” She sat back again when he propped up on his elbows to look at her. “Is it for business?”

“You could say that. I have a meeting scheduled for one afternoon, but I was hoping to stay a few more days and take in the sights. It’s been awhile since I played tourist.”

“I bet you’ll love it. I remember you saying that was your favorite place.” A smile curved her lips. “You’ll have to take tons of pictures for me since I haven’t seen it yet.”

“About that,” he took her hand, placing a lingering kiss on the back. “I was hoping you’d come with me.”

“Go with you? To New York?”

“I realize we haven’t been together very long—”

“No, it isn’t that,” she said, cutting him off. “I just… it’s just so sudden. I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Then come with me.” His eyes locked with hers, willing her to accept. The moment the invitation had come out of his mouth, he’d realized how important this was to him. He’d never felt the need to take someone on a trip with him, to show them around, showering them with gifts and experiences that they wouldn’t otherwise have. But with Abby, he wanted to give her everything. The realization left him stunned.

Her hands raked through her hair. “But, where would I stay? How would this work?”

“Well, I’m hoping you’ll stay with me. As for everything else, I’ll arrange it. It’s my treat.” When he saw her balk, he finished. “I want you with me. I need more time with you. Please, let me do this.”

It was the right thing to say. He saw her shoulders relax and a smile grow on her face as her eyes lit with excitement. “New York.”

“That’s right.”

She flung herself into his arms with a laugh. “I know other people might think this is crazy but I don’t care. Yes, I’ll go with you. I’ll stay with you.” She kissed him hard. “Thank you.”

Not that he wasn’t grateful for her enthusiasm, he just wasn’t used to it. Any other woman he had given a gift to had calmly accepted it as their due. But not Abby. Her reaction was warm, genuine, and he felt a surge move through him, wrapping around his heart as he held her in his arms.

“When do we leave?”

“Next week. Tuesday,” he clarified. “My appointment is Wednesday morning, but should only take a couple of hours. I was thinking we could return on Saturday.”

“That sounds wonderful,” she moved in to kiss him again before pausing, a notch forming in her brow. “Wait. Saturday? I can’t.”

“Do you have other plans that day?”

“No. But I do on Friday. Remember that family Christmas party I told you about? It’s that night. I can’t miss it.” Her shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I really wanted to go.”

“We still can.” She perked up hopefully. “The only day that is necessary is Wednesday. We could leave on Tuesday and return late Thursday night.”

“Perfect!”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Well, keep up your excitement. We’re going to be cramming in a lot in those few days.”

“I can’t wait. And about my family’s Christmas party. I’ve been hoping that you would be my date.” She paused for a moment before rushing through the rest. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I know my whole family will be there, and I understand if you feel it’s too soon to meet them but—”

“I’d love to.”

“You would?”

“Of course. I can tell this means a lot to you, and I would love to meet the people that are important in your life.”

“All right.”

“Abby, I don’t know if you realize this yet. But you’re important to me. I want to make you happy.” He wasn’t sure he had ever said truer words in his life. He hadn’t figured out his feelings for her, but he knew they were substantial.