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“Like what?” she whispers.
"No more acting, honey. I’m handing over my Academy Award. This time I want it to be real.” I glance into the shadows of her little one-room apartment. “Is that headboard sturdy?”
“Y-yes…”
Abbi rolls her hips against me, and now it’s me who groans. “Aw, yeah. I’m going to need you to moan my name again. But this time, I want to be inside you when you do it.”
She swallows roughly. “That can be arranged.”
“Good.” I sink into another kiss, and her mouth is hot and welcoming.
CHAPTER 16
THE SHAPE OF YOU
ABBI
Braced in Weston’s strong arms, his taste on my tongue, I’m flooded with several conflicting sensations at once. His chest is warm and solid against mine. His kiss is bossy and loving. Lord knows that nobody ever holds me. I haven’t felt soprotectedin a very long time.
God, I’m such a girl. But this man justthreatenedPrice for me. If that’s not sexy, I don’t know what is.
Making a hungry noise, Weston changes the angle of his kiss and then plunders my mouth again. And wow—I didn’t know you could feel utterly safe and still super excited at the same time. But here we are. I have no idea what he’ll do next, but I already know I’ll like it.
“Abbi,” he whispers against my mouth. “Did you feel it? On Christmas Eve? I was so hard for you I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to roll over and pull you underneath me.”
“Oh,” is all I can think to say. But that sounds wonderful. Threading my hands into his hair, I kiss him again to show that I agree.
“I need to know,” he growls. “Was it just me that night?”
“No,” I whisper, licking into his mouth again. I can’t believe I’m making out against my door with Weston.Finally.
“Did you get hot for me?” His deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Did you get wet?”
“Yes,” I admit, as the same thing happens again.
He groans. “Yesterday morning I woke up thinking about you. Had to fuck my hand in the shower just to calm down.”
Whew. Is it hot in here? “W-why did we wait so long?”
“Because our lives are complicated. But Abbi—now I’m taking you tobed. So if that’s not what you want, you gotta speak up right now.”
“Yes. Fine. Good.”
I sound like a dingus, but Weston doesn’t care. He lets out a horny groan and then lifts me off the wall to do exactly what he’d said he would do—he carries me across my small apartment and deposits me on the bed. “I’m going to need you naked.”
“Yessir.”
Peeling off his jacket, he grunts. “Feel free to say that often. Did you happen to notice that your apartment is cold?”
“Is it?” I toss my jacket aside and kick off my shoes. I don’t want to talk about my stupid apartment. I want to get back to the part where he’s murmuring dirty words in my ear.
He unbuttons his shirt. And holy Toledo, I get my first full view of the vines tattooed across his chest. They’re beautiful.He’sbeautiful. No wonder there’s a line of women around table seventeen every time the hockey team racks up a win.
“You’re staring,” he says with a chuckle.
“Sorry.” I avert my eyes.
“No—look all you want. But can you take off your clothes while you’re doing it?” He steps closer to me, grips my Biscuit uniform shirt and lifts it over my head. “Now we’re talking.”
