He finally broke the silence. "Why do you care so much about my dating history?"
Abby shrugged. "I don't know. It just makes me curious. Why me? Why now? Why do you keep wanting to see me?"
Lance looked at her out of the corner of his eye and considered her questions. "Why you? I like you. You're fun to talk to, you don't put up with any bullshit from me, and you give as good as you get." In a lower rumble he added, "And I really like kissing you and touching you."
Abby was glad the darkness hid the hot flush spreading across her cheeks at his words.
"Why now? I met you now. I hadn't met you before, so I couldn't have dated you any sooner."
Abby snorted. "That's not what I meant, Lance."
A street light illuminated his face in time for Abby to see his grin. "I know what you meant, but that's the answer. I haven't met another girl who I wanted to keep dating. I met you now, and I want to keep seeing you. That's why now." Abby didn't say anything or give any reaction to his revelation. "Is that okay?" Lance's voice held a note of uncertainty.
"Is what okay?"
"That I want to keep seeing you. Can I keep seeing you?"
Abby considered the question for a moment. Could she handle seeing him for the summer knowing he would be leaving at the end? Maybe since she knew up-front that he was leaving it would feel less like being abandoned. He wasn't like her dad or her brother. He wasn't bailing because he was tired of his life. He had a family that had expectations for him and a business to help run.
She finally nodded. "Yeah." Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible.
Right after she said that, Lance pulled off the freeway at the rest area just outside of town. Abby turned to him, a confused expression on her face as he parked the car. Before she could ask what he was doing, Lance's mouth was on hers, cutting off any questions.
She felt his hand fumbling near her hip, and then he broke the kiss, catching her seatbelt as it went whizzing past her face, letting it slap against the interior panel of the car. Then his mouth was on hers again, his hands on her hips rotating her body and pulling her closer to him.
Abby's hands had instinctively gone to Lance's chest when he pulled her closer to him. After the initial surprise passed, Abby clutched his shirt in her hands, pulling him closer as well. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, then slid inside her mouth, tasting her. She let her tongue dance with his, matching his intensity with her own. His right hand moved from her hip around to her back, sliding up and under her shirt, his hand warm against her bare skin. He caressed her with his thumb before sliding his hand up, reaching the lower edge of her bra, then stopping and sliding back down to rest at the small of her back. It was the same place he rested his hand when he'd usher her through a door or the restaurant. Only now the touch was firm against her bare skin, not the light, teasing touches he'd used before.
Lance withdrew his tongue, turning their kiss into something softer and sweeter. He kissed her lips once, and then again, before resting his forehead against hers. He was breathing hard, his heart pounding under her hands. Her heart was beating a frantic rhythm of its own.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
Abby pulled back slightly to try to see him better. She searched his eyes to figure out what he was really asking, but the shadows across his face were too dark to reveal his thoughts. She shook her head. "No. I don't want to go home yet."
Lance's eyes roamed her face now, but she wasn't sure if he could see any more than she could. He nodded. "Okay." He kissed her once more, another soft and sweet kiss, then slid back into his own seat and buckled his seat belt.
Abby turned and reached for her seat belt as well. Lance waited for her to get buckled in before he backed out of their parking spot and got back on the freeway.
They rode most of the way in silence, the air thick with the tension that had been thrumming between them since they left the restaurant. Abby kept trying to think of something to say, some way to start a conversation, but everything just sounded stupid so she kept her mouth shut. For his part, Lance seemed content to drive with his hand once again resting on her leg. This time he'd bunched her shorts up and out of the way above her knee so that he had enough room for his large hand to rest on her bare skin. Every so often he'd look at her and smile, but didn't say anything.
"So where are we going?" They were getting close to the exit near her apartment, and Abby's curiosity had finally gotten the better of her.
Lance looked over his shoulder briefly before moving into the right lane. He looked at her before looking back to the road again. "It's almost ten now. Since you don't want to go to your place I thought we could go to mine."
"Don't you have roommates?"
Lance turned on his blinker to signal that he was taking the upcoming exit. "Yeah. Chris and Matt."
They stopped at the light at the end of the off ramp. "So, are we going to be hanging out with them, too?"
Lance looked at her, surprise on his face. "Uh, if you want to I guess. I thought we'd just hang out in my room, though."
"Just hang out in your room." Abby's voice was flat. "And do what exactly?"
Lance grinned at her and squeezed her leg in reassurance. "Relax, Abby. You said you didn't want to go home and I just want to spend time with you. No expectations, no strings."
Abby nodded, reassured by his words. The light turned green and Lance removed his hand so that he could manage the gear shift.
CHAPTER TEN
His house was dark when they got there. Apparently the other two guys weren't home yet. Lance unlocked the front door and flicked on the living room light as he walked in. Abby followed him to his bedroom. She stood in the doorway while he put his keys and wallet on top of his dresser and toed off his shoes. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the tails out of his slacks as he got to the last few buttons. He took it off, leaving him in his white undershirt and slacks. He wadded up the button down shirt and tossed it in the direction of his closet.
Abby quirked a brow at him. "Hampers are overrated, huh?"
He turned and grinned at her. "Something like that." He shrugged. "You've already seen my room, why bother to hide that I throw my dirty clothes on the floor?" He reached down and pulled off his socks, tossing them after his shirt. "Are you thirsty or anything? I know we have beer and water, and there might be a soda if someone else hasn't already taken it."
"Sure. Water would be nice."
Lance gestured her further into the room. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
Abby walked over to the bed, which was the only comfortable place in the room. She sat down and took off her sandals, setting them side by side against the wall by the nightstand along with her bag. There was a stack of books on the nightstand. The first one was a book on marketing that Abby had never heard of. Underneath was another one Abby wasn't familiar with—some kind of action adventure novel from the blurb on the back. On the bottom was Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. "Someone has eclectic taste."
"Yes, someone does."
Abby jumped, almost falling off the bed. "Holy crap! You scared me. I didn't hear you come in."
Lance nudged his books out of the way and set a glass of water on the little table. "You were talking to yourself and you criticize my taste in books?"
"No! I wasn't— I mean, I was just noticing—"
Lance cut off Abby's stammering protests with a kiss. "I was teasing, Abby. I do have eclectic tastes. It's okay." He smiled at her. "I've been wearing these clothes all day. Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable? You can borrow something too if you want."
Abby nodded. "Yeah, sure. That sounds good."
Lance rummaged in his closet and came out with a faded gray t-shirt and a pair of navy blue boxers that he held out to her. "They're clean, I promise."
Abby took the clothes from him. "I believe you. Where should I change?"
Lance hitched a thumb over his shoulder. "I'll change in the bathroom. You can just change in here. I'l
l knock before I come back out."
After he closed the door to the bathroom, Abby quickly stripped out of her clothes and put on the ones Lance had given her. She'd really only meant that she was fine with him changing, but when he'd handed her these clothes she couldn't make herself refuse. Now that she was enveloped in the soft cotton of his shirt and boxers, she was glad she'd taken them. She'd have been in her pjs a long time ago if she hadn't been helping her mom.
Abby had just put her clothes with her shoes and bag when Lance knocked on the bathroom door. "You can come out."
Lance came out still wearing the same undershirt, but with a pair of athletic shorts on instead of slacks. He tossed the pants on the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. He looked at Abby sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, and stood stock still for a moment.
Abby looked down at herself. "Is something wrong?"
Lance gave himself a little shake and his voice was husky when he spoke. "No."
He walked over to the bed and placed his hands on either side of her. He kissed her, and using his body pressed her back into the bed. He held himself over her with his weight on his arms, his lower body settled between her legs, and continued kissing her. Then he rolled off to the side, lying next to her, pulling her against him so that her head was pillowed on his left shoulder.
Abby snuggled into him, smoothing the fabric over his chest. "What was with that look you gave me when you came out?"
Lance kissed the top of her head. "What do you mean?"
She tilted her head up so she could look at his face. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. You stared at me for a minute. I thought I had something on my face. What was that about?"
Since her face was tilted up to look at him, Lance gave her another kiss, this time on the mouth. "I like the way you look in my clothes."
Abby snorted. "Yup. Nothing sexier than a girl in an oversized t-shirt."
Lance grinned. "Yup. Nothing sexier than a hot girl in my t-shirt. Especially when that hot girl is you."
Abby looked down again, her face heating up with embarrassment. No one ever talked to her like that and she didn't know how to respond. She hadn't had a boyfriend since high school and had only gone on a couple casual dates since starting college. Megan was always trying to get her to go out with someone, but Abby didn't like being set up. She'd let Megan do it a couple times, but Abby had never gone out with any of those guys again, even when they'd asked.
Lance tilted her face back up to him with his hand under her chin. His eyes searched her face and she felt the heat bloom again. "What's with the blushing? Am I embarrassing you?" Abby nodded. "Because I called you sexy?" Lance's grin took on a wicked edge when she nodded again. "Do I need to show you how sexy I think you are?"
Abby's eyes widened. "How would you do that?" Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're killing me with the sexy bedroom voice." Before she could respond, Lance was kissing her again. He took her mouth in a firm, demanding kiss. He had his left arm wrapped around her, and his hand traveled from mid back down, down, until he cupped her ass, pulling her body more firmly against the length of his. His right hand left her face and glided down to her waist. She felt him bunching up the fabric of her shirt until his hand slid underneath and rested on the bare skin over her rib cage.
After a moment of enjoying the feel of his large hand on her bare skin, Abby reciprocated. Cautiously at first, but with growing confidence, she ran her hand down the front of Lance's shirt from his chest over his abs until she encountered the hem. She slid her hand up under the fabric, so she could feel his warm skin against her palm. His muscles were firm under her hands, and she felt a thin covering of soft hair surrounding his belly button and leading to his waistband.
Taking her touch as encouragement, Lance's hand drifted further up her rib cage until he encountered the lower band of her bra. One of his fingers slid just under the elastic and traced back and forth against her skin. "I thought you were going to get more comfortable," he said against her mouth.
"I did."
Lance made a sound of disagreement in the back of his throat. "You can't tell me you wouldn't be even more comfortable without the bra." His hand traced under the band around her back until he came to the closure. His finger came out from under her bra and drew along the rectangle that held the hooks.
"I guess I would be." Abby's voice sounded breathless even to her own ears.
Her agreement was all the permission Lance needed. He deftly undid the hooks on her bra one handed. Abby didn't want to think about why exactly he was so good at that. He released his grip on her ass and brought both hands to the bare skin of her back, the shirt bunching around his wrists. He brought his left arm out from under her so she was lying directly on the bed. His mouth came down on hers, kissing her deeply again. His hands slid over her rib cage under the fabric of her bra until they came to rest directly on her breasts. She arched into his hands, enjoying the feeling of his heated skin against hers. He kneaded her breasts while his mouth went exploring. He moved to one side, kissed her just below her ear, behind the point of her jaw, then gently took her earlobe between his teeth. She shivered at the sensation, finding it oddly erotic. No one had ever treated her ears that way before, and she squirmed under him. After nibbling on her ear and tracing the shell with his tongue, he blazed a trail of hot kisses down the side of her neck.
Abby suddenly felt cool air on her chest as his hands lifted away, exposing her breasts to his gaze. She barely registered the change before his hot wet mouth was there, nuzzling, licking, suckling. His hand covered one breast, kneading the flesh and plucking at the nipple, while his mouth devoured the other. Then he switched, giving them equal attention.
While his mouth was working on her breast, his right hand drifted down her belly until he encountered the waistband of her shorts. His fingers teased underneath, tracing the elastic band at the top of her panties. He lifted his head, and she opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He watched her face while sliding his hand beneath her panties, waiting for her reaction. When she didn't move or say anything to stop him, he slid all the way down and cupped her mound. She spread her legs to give him more access and rocked herself into his palm.
Lance groaned and took her mouth again. He rubbed his fingers over her flesh, seeking her entrance. He groaned again when he felt the wetness there. He pressed one finger inside, then drew it out and up, spreading her wetness all around. He began to work her with his expert fingers. While his fingers danced and rubbed in all the right places in all the right ways, he devoured her with his mouth. When she was getting close, he moved from her mouth to her ear. He bit her lobe again, and then whispered, "Come for me." Her body arched, her head pressed back into the pillows, and she reached her shuddering climax while his fingers continued to play her, drawing out her pleasure, then slowing to bring her back down.
Abby opened her eyes when Lance finally withdrew his hand. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her limbs felt almost too heavy to move. He was propped on his elbow staring down at her. "Beautiful," he whispered.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lance opened his eyes in the darkness. Emptiness next to him made him realize what had woken him. He reached out and encountered Abby sitting on the side of the bed.
He ran his hand over her bare back. "What are you doing?"
The bluish light of her phone cast its glow on her skin. "I have to go to the bathroom and then I need to go home."
Lance rubbed his eyes, blinking against the intrusion of light in the dark room. "What time is it?"
Abby turned to look at him. "It's almost 3:30."
He groaned. "Come back to bed, baby. Let's sleep some more before I take you home." He reached for her and started to pull her against him again. The phone went dark and he thought for a moment that she was giving in. Then he felt her hand pushing against his chest, and she lit up her phone again.
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