by Lynn LaFleur
He and Abby had started out walking several feet apart. They moved closer to each other with each step. It seemed perfectly natural now for him to slide his arm around her shoulders and draw her close.
Brett noticed that Abby still wore the spike-heeled boots she’d had on earlier. They added about three inches to her height. If she leaned against him, the top of her head would brush against his shoulder.
She must be about five-nine barefoot, he thought. He liked that. At six-five, he was tired of always leaning over, bending or twisting to make eye contact with short girls. Tiny and petite was fine, but he preferred his ladies slender, with legs up to here.
Unlike most guys, he also liked small breasts. For his money, there was just so much you could hold in your hand at one time, or put your lips around. Give him quality, not quantity. Abby had everything he looked for in a woman. They’d fit perfectly making love.
At that moment, she looked up and smiled. His breath caught in his chest. If she were a mind reader, she’d probably slap him next. Brett smiled back at her and pulled her closer. She didn’t resist. He took that as a good sign, a very good sign.
“You were so nice to bring food for everyone,” she said. “There’s still enough for lunch and dinner tomorrow too.”
“My pleasure.” With a little pressure on her shoulder, he steered her toward the left and his new car, a silver Porsche 911 convertible. God, he loved that car, even though Abby probably considered it the classic babe magnet.
She ran her hand along the smooth sleek ridge running from the door to the rear engine compartment. He watched her brown eyes widen with appreciation. She had lovely hands, long thin fingers, graceful and delicate. He couldn’t stop his imagination from leaping ahead, seeing one of those fingertips, painted bright scarlet, running the length of his cock, then tripping back to tease the head.
Would her fingers feel soft and warm when she wrapped her hand around his shaft? Would she lick her lips before tasting him, take the full length of him in her mouth and suck until she drove him to the point he couldn’t stop himself from coming?
Or was she more of a tease? A woman who liked to flick and lick, a woman who used her tongue to drive her man right to the edge, then climbed aboard and plunged his cock deeply inside her pussy so they came together?
Jee-zuz, what the hell are you thinking, Kincade? He was glad Abby stood a little ahead of him, unable to see the bulge that pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Glad he’d buttoned his leather jacket against the cool night air.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Nice, very nice.”
He swallowed hard. She’s talking about the car, you idiot!
All afternoon he’d kept remembering the deep V of her sweater and the top of her tiny breasts, pale against a dark lace bra. She wore the pullover with a short denim skirt and leather boots that rose almost to her knees.
She bent over to look inside the car’s window. Her skirt crept up, jolting him with a glimpse of perfectly smooth, rounded cheeks peeking out from the bottom of a pair of silk bikini panties. He liked slender women, but he didn’t like bony asses. He wanted something soft that his fingers could take hold of and knead before he separated them and drove his cock into her ass. Abby’s cheeks were perfect.
Better yet, with the moon shining just right he saw her skin still kept its summer tan, but no tan line. He gulped and jammed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Abby sunbathed nude. A woman secure enough in her body she didn’t need to cover it.
Shit. If his cock got any harder, he’d be able to lift her from a foot away.
Slow down, Kincade. She’s not some roadie who’ll drop to her knees the minute you crook your finger at her.
He chuckled softly. “The view’s pretty tempting from where I’m standing.”
Brett didn’t know what he expected. That she’d shoot bolt upright, maybe tug on the hem of her skirt, act flustered and embarrassed?
He knew what he didn’t expect—and that’s precisely what she did.
With the hem of her skirt still hiked halfway up her ass, Abby didn’t move except to look over her shoulder, her eyes heavy with desire. “I’d be awfully disappointed if it wasn’t.”
At that moment, Brett knew she’d hooked him. He spun Abby around and into his arms. With her face in his hands, he tilted her head back and forced her to look straight into his eyes. “Are you sure? If we start something, I intend to finish it.”
Brett’s knees weakened at the sexy grin Abby didn’t try to hide. She slid her hands along the front of his jacket and curled her fingers around the lapels.
“We’ve already started something. But…” She nodded toward the back door of Love In Bloom. “Judy’s going to give us about two minutes before she comes looking for me. We can keep talking about it, or you can kiss me. I know which I’d prefer.”
It took all of Brett’s willpower not to crush her mouth under his. He’d fantasized about tasting those soft, lush lips all day. He wasn’t going to squander one second of the pleasure he knew they’d give him.
He slowly lowered his head, and with a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, he skimmed his lips across hers. He felt Abby shiver. A double dose of desire sizzled through him. He skimmed back the other way. To his delight, she parted her lips enough that he felt her tiny moan, and tasted the hint of ginger and cool peppermint on her breath.
He used that opening to nip at her lower lip.
She shivered again and opened her mouth to him. She boldly ran the tip of her tongue along the sensitive bottom ridge of his, just as she might the underside of his cock. He groaned and pulled her closer. His cock felt like a tree trunk as he drove it into the softness of her mound. Only a swatch of blue silk, denim and zipper kept them from being one.
She didn’t need to say a word for him to know she felt it too. She moved more deeply into his arms and raked her fingers through his hair, down to the blond waves that fell to the edge of his collar.
“Mmm,” she murmured and arched her back, offering her breast to him. He didn’t take time to think. He happily followed her lead and slid his hand over the firm mound, and the peak that was as hard as a pearl at its center.
He dragged his mouth away from hers. “God, I love your breasts.”
Abby’s heart pounded against his hand. “They’re too small,” she whispered, but when he moved his hand away, she cried, “No, don’t stop.”
Instead of stopping, Brett slipped his hand under her sweater. Not taking time to unlatch her bra, he pushed it up and over the mounds that rose and fell in the moonlight. She had perfect breasts, the areolas light pink haloes surrounding hard little nipples. They cried out for his mouth. Abby moaned and leaned back against the car. She clenched and unclenched her fists as he began massaging one and then the other, plucking at her nipples and rolling the hard pink buds between his fingers.
“Does that feel good?”
“It feels wonderful.”
“Would you like me to suck them?”
“Oh yes, please.”
Her chest was heaving as he circled her tummy with his fingertips then ran his hands, palms flat, along both breasts. He continued to massage one while he licked his way from the outside of the other, around the areola. He held the little mound firm, covered it with his lips and sucked and pulled until it filled his mouth. He and Abby moved together now, to a beat in their hearts and heads. He’d never tasted a breast so sweet, or one that fit his mouth so perfectly. He finished with one and turned to the other.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to make me come.” Her voice sounded husky and breathless.
“D’you want to come?”
“Oh yes.”
“Then let me touch you the way I want to. Let me make you come.”
Abby moved forward, away from the car while Brett hiked the hem of her skirt up to her waist. She locked her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his shoulder.
“Open your legs a little wider for m
e, babe. That’s right.” With a hand under her knee, he deftly lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh. “Perfect, baby, perfect.” Using his free arm to steady her, Brett ran his fingers along the crotch of her panties.
She moaned. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
Brett’s mind spun. He felt bombarded by feelings and emotions he didn’t understand. For the first time in his sexual life, he wanted to please his partner far beyond anything he wanted for himself. He wanted to touch Abby, kiss her, taste her, feel her—fuck her. And yet he wanted to protect her, cherish her, satisfy her. He wanted to do so much to her, he didn’t know what to do first.
Don’t think, Kincade, just do it.
Brett slid his hand into her panties. The aroma of her desire wafted up between them. With two fingers, he traced the channel from her clit to her anus and back. Abby tightened her grip on his shoulder. In his hand, she was all heat and cream.
“You like?”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Want me to play with your clit? Or do you want my fingers inside you?”
Her words were muffled, but he heard them clearly. “My clit.”
Using her cream to smooth his entry, Brett slipped a finger between the folds of her lips.
“Right there?”
“Oh yes.”
He slid his free hand up her back and grasped a hank of her hair. “Faster?”
She shook her head. “No, slow, in circles.”
He willed himself to slow down. Abby was so hot, so wet, he knew she’d burst at any second. Her breathing increased, her body began to quiver. She was so close.
But he needed more. He needed to feel her come. He flexed his hand so that the side of his thumb still massaged her clit while his long fingers found their way to her hot, silken pussy.
She arched her back, spread her legs wider and bucked when he slipped one finger inside her. She gasped with the second. Trembling in his arms, she cried out, “Oh no, I’m going to…”
“That’s okay, baby, come for me, come for me now.”
Abby clung to him as if she were about to fall off the world. She threw back her head, bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out and exploded in Brett’s hand. She collapsed against him while he buried his face in her hair, savoring every beat as her pussy throbbed against his fingers.
Even breathing as hard as Abby was, Brett couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at his lips. There was no better feeling in the world than knowing you’d satisfied your woman. Not an eighty-yard touchdown pass, or rushing for a first on fourth and nine. Holding Abby, touching her, feeling her heat—it was all of that and more.
Now if only his cock weren’t still as hard as his gearshift, he would have been a completely happy man.
“Hey, you okay?” He gently lifted Abby’s chin again. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to see for myself.”
She sighed, sounding as content as a little kitten. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can.”
“Na-ah. I’m ruined for life.” She slowly separated her lids and smiled up at him. “I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm.”
He chuckled. “Plenty more where that came from.”
“Have I died and gone to heaven?”
“Maybe not heaven exactly.”
Abby stepped out of his embrace. Somehow, the little swatch of silk that had covered her bottom now lay on the pavement next to her boot. “How did that happen?” She stooped to pick it up but Brett snatched it out of her hand.
At the same time, the back door to Love In Bloom swung open.
“Okay, you two, time’s up,” Judy shouted in their direction. “Abby, if you’re not back here by the time I count to ten, I’m coming to get you. One…”
“She’ll be right there,” Brett shouted back. “Two more minutes.”
“The second hand’s ticking.”
When the door closed again, Abby turned back to Brett. “Hey, I can’t go back in there with a bare bottom.”
He grinned at her. “You should have thought of that before you dropped ‘em.”
“Seems to me I had a little help with that.” She giggled. “Sure you don’t want to come in and watch me moon everyone in the place?”
He took her hand and rubbed it against his still hard cock. “If I have to go home with this, you have to keep your knees together.”
“You’re horrible. A torturer.”
“And you loved every second of it.”
Abby stopped smiling. She latched on to Brett’s gaze with wide dark eyes that turned his brain to mush. Why hadn’t he noticed the depth of those brown eyes behind long, lush lashes?
“You know what, Brett, I did love it.” She looked away for a moment. “I didn’t realize how much I missed being with a man. I swore I’d never get close to anyone again, but just now…oh my gosh, you showed me how much I was only hurting myself. I can’t thank you enough for that.”
Brett had seen anger in a woman’s eyes before, lust, even love, but he’d never seen the depth of honesty and raw emotion he saw now in Abby’s gaze. In just a few hours, she had managed to touch a place in his mind and heart he didn’t know was there. Her eyes, the softness of her skin, her body, something—hell, everything—intoxicated and energized him, even the wisp of a light kiss.
“Abby, come home with me now.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms. “Judy can get along without you for a few hours. I’ll come back and shred roses with you.”
She laughed. “I’ll be removing thorns, not shredding the roses.” Her smile faded. “I really want to, Brett, but I can’t. I promised my aunt, and I promised Judy. There’s too much work for them tonight.”
“Then come to Whispers with me tomorrow.”
“I…but…”
“Please.”
He watched her search his face, then she kissed him again, lingering for a moment. “I think I finally understand Pierce’s addiction to cocaine. You’re like a narcotic, Brett Kincade. I can’t say no to you.”
She parted her lips, the invitation he needed to come inside. In slow, deliberate strokes their tongues tasted and teased. He loved the way she kissed. Loved the taste of her, the feel of her, the fragrance of her most intimate juices still on his hand. His knees went weak when they broke apart. She splayed his fingers and, one by one, licked them clean.
Each lick sent shock waves straight to his cock. Recklessly, he grabbed her hand and shoved it against him. He didn’t think he could get any harder. He was wrong, especially when she began sliding her hand up and down the length of him. One moment, he was fine. The next, he went rigid. “Abby, stop that, or I…oh shit!”
The door to the floral shop flew open again. This time, Judy peered around it. “Time’s up!”
“We’re coming,” Abby answered. Then both burst into laughter at Abby’s double entendre.
Brett wound his hand in Abby’s hair and brought his mouth down hard on hers. After he’d kissed her soundly, he ground his hips into her. “Tomorrow night at Whispers.”
Abby waited until Brett started the car then began walking back to the shop. A few steps from the entrance, she stopped until he pulled up alongside her.
“What do women wear to Whispers? I only brought a few things. Mostly jeans and shorts.”
He reached out of the window and cradled her cheek. “Let me worry about that.”
“What time?”
“Six o’clock. And remember, no bending over in there.”
The headlamps of the Porsche lighted the way for her. At the shop’s door, instead of reaching for the knob, Abby looked over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss, and with the palm of her hand barely hiding the most devilish grin, she flipped up her skirt, bent over, and touched her toes.
Brett slammed on the brakes. He would have gone after her, except she broke into laughter and slipped inside the shop before he had time to turn off the engine. He looked down in his lap. Despite the sticky wad of cum inside his briefs, his cock was swollen and
throbbing again.
Chapter Five
Brett called three times that evening. In his first call, he tried mightily to convince Abby to spend the night at his place.
She declined.
The second time he took a different tack. Since he knew they’d worked so late, he worried she’d be driving home alone at midnight. Why didn’t he pick her up instead?
Again, she said no.
Smiling at his transparent ploy, she agreed to call him when she got home. That meant she had to take down the number to his cell phone, home phone, and private office line.
The third call came through at eleven-thirty, at the same time Judy turned off the lights. Abby stood near the back door, waiting to set the alarm.
“You can answer that if you want to,” Judy told her. “If it’s for me, that means someone’s bleeding. Nothing I can do about it until I get home.”
They waited for the answering machine to pick up.
“Hi, Abby. It’s Brett.”
“Surprise, surprise,” Judy said.
“Hope you’re on your way home. I’ll be waiting for your call to wish you sweet dreams.”
Judy rolled her eyes. Abby felt a rush of heat. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had so blatantly pursued her.
Sweet dreams? If she thought again about what they’d done in the parking lot, she wouldn’t sleep at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Brett’s face and that devilish little grin that told her tomorrow night would be amazing. Her body yearned to be with him. The anticipation of an evening at Whispers promised so much. Did she dare think reality might exceed her dream?
The answering machine beeped to signal the end of Brett’s message.
“Well?”
In answer, Abby pushed the “ready” button on the alarm and followed Judy into the parking lot.
*
Aunt Rose had assured Abby she had nothing to fear in Seaside. She didn’t need to lock the doors at night, or switch on a nightlight. Abby had listened and nodded in all the right places, except she’d lived in Manhattan too long. Four deadbolts kept her door secure. Timers switched the lights on and off all evening so potential intruders never knew whether she was home or not. Her Marine Corps dad had taught her never to step out of her car without “squaring away the area”. Better safe and alive than careless and sorry.