Page 47 of Road Trip
Abra burst out laughing. “Wow, that sounded—”
“Ugh, scratch that. Can we actually sit down and eat inside someplace?”
She smiled, tugging on my hair again, the effect of which traveled down my torso at an alarming rate. Her proximity, the heat from her, it was all very distracting.
I pulled her hips against me and kissed her neck. I ground into her a little and felt her breath catch. She melted against me and it seemed we moved past that hiccup. It wasn’t solved, but I didn’t feel like walking on eggshells either.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that. I’m kind of enjoying this kind of thing sprung on me.” She giggled, but man, was I hard for her. Her dress had lifted and all that separated us were the thin panties she wore and my shorts.
I was starting to think to heck with waiting.I was usually a patient man, but not when it came to her. I felt like I needed to be inside her like I needed my next breath. I ran my hand up her back and grasped the back of her neck, pulling her close enough that I could kiss her deeply.
“Kelly, I feel you, so hot, so big for me, baby...” She pressed against me and gyrated her hips in such a way that she had me crying out. Then she grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cup her breasts and it seemed as though she wasn’t wearing a bra...and that was it.
“Abra!” Oh. No. My legs were still shaking as I pulled her to my chest. She was incredibly quiet. Holy smokes, did I blow this one!
“Kelly,” she said, a trace of humor in her voice.
I was holding her to me so she couldn’t look at me. I needed to get myself under control.
“Kelly,” she repeated, starting to squirm a little.
“I just need a minute, doll. Please?” My heart was pounding so hard. I felt like a silly pre-teen who just got off looking at a magazine for the first time. Gosh! The last time this had happened to me was in my car with my prom date, and boy was that a disaster. She did not find it amusing that I got ‘carried away all over her dress.’
“Kelly, babe, you are so fucking sexy. I love it that you just came. I love it that you feel this way. I can’t wait until you do that inside me.”
Shocked, I loosened my grip as she leaned back, smiling wickedly. “I just wish I had my mouth on you when you came. I’d love to taste you. Now, go on. Go work out and come back to me.”
She stood so I could move out from under her. I tried to get up, but my legs were so unsteady, I almost fell over. Then she pulled off her dress, and I learned that no, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She crawled into bed, giving me a spectacular view of her bottom in the process, and snuggled into the down comforter.
“I’m going to take a nap, so don’t forget your key.”
I was still speechless. I felt like a total tool, and here she was acting like it was no big deal. How could she find it attractive that I lost control like that? I shook my head as I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and threw on some sweatpants I’d picked up. I kissed her forehead before I left the room, but she only murmured in her sleep. I checked the time to be sure I didn’t stay out too late.
Before going to the workout room, I stopped at the concierge. I explained a little bit of my dilemma, and he was incredibly helpful. He sat me down at the computer terminal, and I ordered a new phone and more clothes to be delivered in the morning to the hotel. The concierge assured me they would bring the packages to the room for me, and pick up the new clothes and my dirties to be laundered while we were at the park. I left him and went to the small gym. I only had time to get in a quick run on the treadmill. On the way back through, I stopped to arrange dinner for Abra and me in the park tomorrow night, and before I knew it, it was time to get back to the room.
Abra was still asleep when I got there, and I was still feeling incredibly unsettled by what had happened earlier. Everything from her freak out over surprises, to me freaking out over a little premature ejaculation. Perhaps I wasn’t keeping it together as well as I thought. I knew I was walking a fine line. I just hoped I could keep it together until…until when? Until I left her? Until she left me? I was a mess.
I stood at the window, staring out over the park and trying to get my breathing under control. This was happening too often for my liking. Then I felt a pressure in my chest and I started to panic. Panic, was that what this was? An anxiety attack? How the heck was I going to be able to…
Enough. I still had the presence of mind to put a stop to this unproductive thinking. I glanced at Abra, looking so peaceful in the bed, and the pain in my chest dissipated. Whatever I was going through, I’d get through it, because on the other side of that I just might have a chance at something with this amazing woman. That is, if she let me in and we could get past some pretty serious obstacles, the list of which was growing.
I woke her gently, and she smiled at me before slipping my shirt on and walking to the bathroom. I found myself thinking about how many sides Abra had. She could be so upfront and strong, then vulnerable and afraid, and then brash, and then sexy as all get out...she was truly an enigma. And I was falling in love with her, mood swings and all. She made me laugh. She made me feel like I could finally find peace, but could we find it together? Would she settle for me? Could I prove to her that I would support her no matter how low her lows? I remembered some of the bad times my sister went through, crying on my shoulder, screaming at me, pulling out her hair. She got so much better once she got out of her teens and saw a therapist. Would things with Abra be like that? Could I handle living with…
My sister. I worried about her being alone in my place. I needed to check on her—
“Kelly? Can you hear me?”
I shook myself from my spiraling thoughts and looked up to see Abra sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sorry, I was just—”
“I know. Someday I want to know where you go. For now, can you please feed me? I’m starving!”
I smiled at her and nodded. “As you wish. But first? You mind if I try calling my sister? I just had a thought she might have heard the worst and—”
“Sure,” she said, tossing me her phone. She waited patiently while I dialed.
I got Katie’s voicemail.
“K, it’s K. Just checking in. Call me back at this number.”
“Ha! No ‘bye’? No ‘I love you’?”
“Short and to the point. That’s me.”
She rolled her eyes at me as we walked out.
