Page 34 of Not As Advertised

But fuck, if it was unlocked…?

It was the second thought, with the doorknob still gripped tightly in my hand, that connected my brain and body and allowed me to turn the knob.

With a deep breath, I pulled the door open slowly and felt my throat close in shock. Abbie’s door was open on her side. There was one inch of gap letting the warm light from what must have been one of her room lamps spill through the crack.

Before I could stop myself, I rapped my knuckles gently on her door, causing it to push open further. I couldn’t see her, but I saw a partial view of the disheveled bed linens.

God, was she in bed? Had she waited up for me, and then I’d spent so long restraining myself that she’d fallen asleep?

A quiet “Aiden?” pulled me from my thoughts. Her sweet voice had me nudging the door open until I could see her.

The sight of her was a blow to the solar plexus. She sat against the bed’s headboard. Her long hair, released from her preferred work style of a low knot, flowed around her shoulders. Abbie still wore that sinuous black dress from earlier, now with many more creases from being pressed against the bed by her body. One slim strap had slipped off her tantalizing smooth shoulder, resting lazily on her bicep.

“Jesus Christ” was my only greeting. All other words had failed me at the slightly debauched vision she made.

“Hi.” She rested her arms on her knees, seemingly oblivious to the torture the glimpses of the pale skin of her plush thighs were inflicting on me.

When I still didn’t say anything, her lower lips wobbled just slightly in uncertainty. “Aiden?” she tried again.

The soft sound of my name on her lips spurred me into action. I crossed the distance between our adjoined doorway to the side of the bed she sat on.

“Can I look at you?” I held out my hand for hers. Placing her much smaller hand in mine, I helped her to a standing position so I could look at her freely in a way I hadn’t allowed myself before.

“I don’t know what we are doing here, Abbie. But I’ve never wanted anything more than this night with you. Can we have that?”

We were about to break every rule that should stand between us. And now, here with her, I couldn’t have given a fuck about stopping.

My gaze consumed all the little details of how she looked in that damn dress. The rumpled satin still slid sinuously over her curves. I could see the outline of her hard nipples through the delicate fabric. Christ, had she taken off her bra? Was she completely bare under that dress?

Confusion marred her pretty features for a moment, and she said, “Just tonight?” She brought her hand up to the bottom of her hair to twirl a section of those soft lavender waves around her finger as she waited for my reply.

“I want to forget about everything outside of you and I tonight. We can worry about being responsible tomorrow. Can I touch you tonight?”

I had been caressing her hand the whole time we’d been standing by her bed, staring at each other. The electric current running through my body sizzled in my hands and fingers with the urge to feel all of her lovely body under me.

“Yes.” She smiled, a little bit of her usual reserve returning after her uncharacteristic openness to unlocking the door between us.

“Anything you don’t like, I stop. Okay? I’m going to go crazy with every second of touching you. I want you to feel the same.”

A quick nod of her understanding, and I was in motion. Gently bringing the hand I held back to her side, I grasped both her wrists and gave them a gentle squeeze. I glided my hands along the silky skin of her arms to her shoulders. When one palm came in contact with that naughty little strap, I toyed with it between my fingertips, tugging it softly so the top of one of her breasts was bared to me.

My other hand reached the opposite strap, and I slipped my fingers underneath it. “May I?” I pulled it downward to indicate my intention.

A blush had risen to the surface of her pale skin under my unwavering attention. She nodded once more. My already hard cock grew painfully harder at the thought of the rosy-pink arousal blooming on her skin.

After dragging the second strap to match the first, my focus lasered in on her firm, plump nipples pushing against the satin of the dress. I couldn’t believe I was about to see all of her. Iwanted to rip the dress down and bare her completely, but I decided to remove it slowly instead.

I wanted Abbie to feel every inch of her skin as I revealed it for my consumption. I held the neckline of the dress somewhat taut so she could experience the graze of the satin across her skin.

I began my task, never taking my eyes from where the descending fabric’s edge made contact with her skin. I firmly, but measuredly, pulled the neckline of her dress down until half of her generous breasts were visible. God, I wanted my hands and mouth on them immediately. I wanted to suck and bite and suffocate myself in her skin.

The picture she made was much more illicit by the way her dress was held suspended by the fullness of the bottom of her breasts, pushing those hard nipples against the satin. It looked as if one swift tug could send the dress down to her waist.

“I need to kiss you.” I waited for her to meet my stare, needing to know that she wanted this as much as I did.

She had allowed me to take charge since I’d entered her room, hopefully content to enjoy my attention. But in answer to my statement, she stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms as far as she could around my ribs, angling her mouth for me to reach. The straps of her dress held her captive in how much of me she could reach without tearing them. She gripped my T-shirt tightly with her fingers to bring me closer.

Breaching the distance between us, I surprised myself with my own softness in the almost sweet first press of my lips to hers. Only a whisper of our lips brushing together wrenched a deep groan from my chest. “My god, Abbie.”

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