Page 35 of Unsaid Things

Chapter Fifteen

Lance closed the door behind him, the apartment feeling hot after being outside in his workout clothes.

Abby stood by the couch, sliding her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and pulling the hair out of the neck of her coat, her face brightening at the sight of him. “Hey. I didn’t expect you back yet.”

Lance took two steps forward and kissed her. “Yeah. Coach Hanson worked us hard, but let us go early. Chris is looking good. Better than I’ve ever seen him.”

“Do you think he’ll make it to the draft?”

Lance shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope so.” Chris had become more focused than ever since he’d registered for the Regional Combines. It was a long shot, but not impossible. And since he only had this one shot, he trained like his life depended on it. Lance and Matt trained with him, because running drills alone sucked, especially when you’re used to having teammates pushing you to do better, work harder. And Lance liked that it kept him from getting fat and lazy.

Abby stretched up on tiptoe and kissed him again. He trapped her against him, sliding his arms under her open coat and around her waist, up under the hem of her shirt to the bare skin of her back.

She shivered and pulled away, her eyes wide. “Your fingers are freezing!”

He grinned down at her. “Wanna warm ‘em up for me?”

“Hmm. Maybe later. Like after you take a shower. I was going to go to the grocery store. We ran out of milk, and we’re almost out of a few other things.”

Turning, he tugged her by the hand toward their bedroom. “Join me in the shower, and I’ll come to the store with you after.”

Dragging her feet, Abby made a show of resistance. “But we need food.”

He couldn’t help chuckling. He liked when she played hard to get. “Mhmm. And we’ll get food. After.”

Her blue eyes grew darker, her lids getting heavier, the pink flush coming to her cheeks that appeared when she got turned on. “After your shower, huh?”

“Our shower.”

“I already showered.”

He stripped off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, pulling her in close and wrapping his arms around her, her coat making it less enjoyable than usual. “Mmm. Yeah. I can make you dirty again, though.”

A grin spread across her face. “I bet you can.”

Pushing her coat off her shoulders, he ran his hand under her shirt again, lifting it up and stripping it off her. She didn’t resist. Her bra came off next. He never could get enough of the feel of her skin against his, the way her softness yielded to him, her breasts pushing against his chest, the smoothness of her skin all over.

Her hands went to his waist, pulling the waistband of his shorts and boxer briefs out and down, freeing his cock. He groaned when her hand encircled him, squeezing and pumping in short strokes. With his hand at the nape of her neck, he pulled her to him, crashing their lips together. What started out playful turned sharp with need.

His free hand fumbled with her button and zipper, finally getting them undone, pushing at her jeans one handed. She pulled back and finished taking off her clothes, kicking her shoes off in the process. Lance did the same, going into the bathroom and turning on the shower to let the water warm up.

Their bath/shower combo didn’t have much more room than the shower stall at his old house, but no glass walls meant they had more space to maneuver. Shower sex had become a possibility. Having Abby wet and slippery under his hands sounded like the best thing he could think of right now.

He turned around, and she was there, twining around him, her naked body pressed against his, her lips skating over his chest despite the fact that he’d been sweating buckets less than an hour before, and he could smell himself.

“Abby.” It came out as a groan, because just then her hand slid down between his legs and cupped his balls, making his cock twitch against her.

She smiled, that sexy, closed mouth smile that he loved, that she only got when they were together like this. That was just for him.

Unable to get out more words, he slid the shower curtain back and coaxed Abby inside, situating her under the warm spray. It bounced off her as she tilted her head back, wetting her hair, the water misting around them, steam rising over the top of the shower.

He grabbed the body wash before she could, squeezing a generous amount into his palm and rubbing his hands together to form a lather. When he reached for her, she squeaked out a protest. “I thought you were the one needing a shower.”

With a chuckle, he soaped her up, starting with her shoulders and working his way down her arms. “Yeah, well. I wanted to wash you. Just enjoy it. Then you can wash me.”

She sighed, but it was a sound of contentment, not resignation. He turned her around so he could wash her back, avoiding her most sensitive parts, washing down her legs, reaching around to wash her stomach before sliding his hands up to her breasts. He spent extra time there, and she leaned back against him, enjoying his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her. With one hand still on her breast circling her taut nipple, he slid his other hand down her front, running along the place where her thigh joined her torso, then further in, sliding his fingers over her slippery wetness.

She gasped, arching against him, and he reached back further to slide a finger inside, withdrawing to brush over her clit. He kept his touch light until she started pushing against his hand, seeking more friction. And he gave it to her, increasing the speed and pressure of his touch, thrusting two fingers inside her hard while continuing to stimulate her clit with the heel of his palm. She let out a small cry as she tensed and released against him, her muscles clenching around his fingers.

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