A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(66)

“Okay.” Grimacing, I mutter, “Okay. Just. Take it slow.”

Or I will murder you.

He does. He takes it slow, and eventually… eventually the stinging subsides.

Yeah, I said stinging.

Caleb works his hands under my ass, pulling me into him and pushing into me deeper, my hips digging into the mattress as he gently moves in and out, and I’m hating sex a tiny bit less. Notice I only said a tiny bit.

I’m not going to lie and say it’s earth shattering, but at least it doesn’t feel terrible. And it’s done.

I, Abigail Darlington, am no longer a virgin.

Caleb gives one last thrust into me, and his groans fill the room as he comes. Alone.

Well, at least one of us had fun.

He hovers above me, planting kisses on my temple and forehead, bracing himself on his elbows and running his fingers through my hair. I feel cherished. Special. And not the least bit regretful.

“You okay?” I nod and he rolls off me, giving me another quick peck, this time on the lips, and easing out of bed. “Don’t go anywhere—be right back.”





Caleb

I slide back into bed after washing off and disposing of the condom in my bathroom, reaching over to pull Abby closer, laying a hand on her naked hip before jerking the blankets up and over us.

She shivers and trails her fingers lightly over my chest, seemingly mesmerized by my well-defined muscles. I let her explore, watching her intently, taking in the rich cascade of brown hair, the bright blue eyes now weary with fatigue, the pink lips set in a content line.

So pretty. So sexy.

So… mine.

She raises her eyes, giving me a lazy smile, still tracing my chest with a lazy finger. “What was that?”

Ah shit. “I, uh… said, mine? You. If you want.”

Her eyes get wide then, and she leans in, dragging her mouth down over my bottom lip. “I want.”

“You are ah-f*cking-mazing,” I whisper into her lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispers back. “You know, since we’re on the subject, I was kind of wondering something.”

“Hmmm?” I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, the crush of her naked breasts on my ribcage and her bare * rubbing against my thigh making my dick twitch.

She lays her head in the crook of my neck and my hand idly rubs her bare back. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

I chuckle, chest rumbling. “Are you serious?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, look at me. Fucked-up teeth, freakishly tall, pissed off all the time.”

“But that’s… ridiculous. Why would you say those things about yourself? Those are the things I like about you.”

My chest releases a low grumble in protest.

“Wow. That middle-school Sarah girl really did a number on you.” She laughs at her own joke.

I snort. “Whatever. I broke up with her…”

“Oh, that’s right—at the eighth grade Halloween dance.”

“Hell yeah. Who’s the bad-ass now?”

“Um. I’m going with Sarah Schroeder for barricading you in the middle-school bathroom like a boss.”

“The little she-devil.”

Abby taps her chin in thought. “I wonder what she’s doing now…”

“Probably emasculating her poor bastard of a boyfriend.”

Abby laughs softly, her hand disappearing under the covers and roaming over my tight abs. Pulling her hand back out, she gingerly lifts the bedcovers and peers underneath.

“What are you looking at?”

She gives her head a little shake and bites down on her lower lip. “I just haven’t really ever seen one up-close before.” She laughs, staring down at my hardening dick like it’s a museum exhibit. And not to brag, but it’s pretty damn impressive.

“It’s a little late to be curious, don’t you think?” Ignoring me, she continues ogling my groin. “Better knock it off or you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” I warn.

Abby manages to peel her eyes away and wiggles her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “Or maybe trouble is exactly what I’m looking for.”

“Aren’t you sore?” My hand trails down her stomach and I gently caress her inner thigh.

She looks sheepish. “Well… yeah. A little.”

Damn.

“Well, then I hate to be the one saying this, but… maybe we should just go to sleep.” I look over at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s one.”

“Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like getting out of bed to hunt down my clothes.”

I stare down at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Do I mind if you sleep naked? What the hell kind of a question is that?”

I slap her on the ass then reach over to flip the lamp off.

We settle in like we’ve been doing this for years.





CHAPTER 26

Abby

I don’t know what woke me first: the early morning sun shining through the blinds in Caleb’s bedroom or the hard erection pushing into my bare butt crack.

I stretch through a yawn as a large arm moves from where it had been resting on my naked waist, snakes slowly around my stomach and cups one breast while his thumb strokes the other. Yes. His hand is that big.