Page 12 of One Last Kiss
One moment,Abby was looking at him like she wanted to kill him. The next, she crossed the distance between their chairs and pressed her mouth to his.
Sam’s arms locked around her, holding her in place. Then, shocking him further, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him as she deepened the kiss.There was another noise upstairs, but neither of them pulled away, too wrapped up in one another.
His fingers rode up her back, then through her soft, silky hair. He’d longed to be able to touch that hair. This woman.
“I missed you,” he growled, unable to control himself. His needy fingers moved over her, memorizing everything. She still felt exactly the same in his arms.
She tipped her head back, giving him access to her neck where he kissed down one curve to her shoulder. Then his hand disappeared beneath her shirt and traveled up to one breast. Abby gave an answering moan of pleasure. He stayed there a while, kissing and fondling, wondering just how far they were going to go. All the way sounded good to him.
In their last year of marriage, the sex had become a chore. Now, he wanted to ravage this woman’s body and make her remember how good it could be. Lifting her shirt, he revealed a red lace bra. He unhooked it in the back and her breasts fell forward toward his mouth, the nipples hard and inviting. He pinched one between his fingers, remembering what she liked. Her pupils dilated before she closed her eyes, a soft curve rounding her lips. He took that as a sign that she wanted more, and he planned on giving it to her.
He opened his mouth and gently bit one nipple between his teeth. She arched into him, pressing her body deeper into his groin. Then he flicked his tongue against her sensitive skin, making her writhe and wriggle until he was so hard it hurt, but in the best kind of way.
“Sam?” Abby said breathlessly. “Sam, I think we should…” Her words were cut short with a small moan of pleasure. He wanted to plunge himself inside of her until she was saying his name over and over, begging him to carry her over the edge.
“Sam?
“Uh-huh?” he hummed without breaking contact.
“Sam, I think we should stop.”
He froze, one hand lifting her breast to his hungry mouth, the other gripping her bottom and holding her flush against him.
“I mean, I want you. I do. But…”
There was always abut. He stripped his hands and mouth away, and reined in his desire. At least he’d gotten one last kiss before they officially ended their marriage.
