Before she can say anymore, I flip us so that she’s lying on her back, and I hover over the top of her. “Angel, unless you plan on following through with that thought, I suggest you watch your words very carefully.”
Her eyes gleam, and her smile widens. Holy shit, I think I’ve met my match with Abby Angelos. When her legs wrap around me, her intention is clear.
Not wanting to disappoint, I close the distance between us and continue kissing her senseless. Her body writhes and moans escape as she gets lost in us. I still feel as if my cock is made of steel, but in this new position, I manage to maintain control of myself.
Abby’s hands pull at the hem of my shirt and the next thing I know, her warm fingers trace up my spine. I rest my entire body weight on one elbow as my other hand slides along Abby’s rib cage. By the way she arches into me and the purr that escapes from her lips, I know I’m on the right track. Her skin feels smooth and soft against my fingertips. Trailing my lips along her jaw to her collarbone, Abby makes the sexiest moan imaginable. By the time I reach that soft spot behind her ear, she’s practically clawing at me to take off my shirt.
I pull back to see for myself if that’s what she really wants, and not just a figment of my imagination. Nope—The desire in Abby’s eyes is undeniable.
“Need to feel your skin on mine,” she practically begs as she nods in reassurance to my unanswered question.
As her hands snake up my back to remove my shirt, her front door flies open, banging against the wall. I nearly jump out of my skin as I clamber off Abby to put myself between her and the intruder.
As soon as my eyes land on Sydney’s, she shouts, “Oh—Shit. Sorry. Had to pee. And couldn’t get the door to release my key.” She glances at the wall behind the door and sees a small dent from the handle. Maybe it was already there; she shrugs at Abby, then bolts to what I presume is the bathroom.
Abby bursts out laughing as Sydney shuts the door. “Doesn’t she have impeccable timing.”
That’s for damn sure. I want to mutter as I adjust myself before turning to face Abby. But her infectious laugh has me changing my tune in a heartbeat. “Guess she really had to go…”
This causes us both to laugh harder.
Abby reaches out her hand to me and pulls me back to her side. “Thanks for being willing to take one for the team. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone move so fast to protect me. I was almost afraid for who was coming through the door. You were in total beast mode.”
“Glad I can be your entertainment, too,” I deadpan, and this earns me a smack on the arm. It doesn’t hurt, but the scowl on Abby’s face is adorable.
“You know what I mean.” Her eyebrows narrow in her attempt to sound stern.
“I’ll always protect you,” I tease, and she shakes her head. “Do you often have people breaking down your door to pee?”
Abby shakes her head. “I’ve gotta say, this was a first.”
Sydney interrupts our conversation when she opens the door and steps out with a loud huff. When her eyes meet mine, she shakes her head as if to clear her thoughts. “I am sooo sorry. Today seems to be my day for cock blocking you, Abs. You just can’t catch a break with me around.”
Cock blocking? Seriously. She thinks we were about to have sex.On the couch of all places?I have way too much respect for Abby to even have considered that. A good make-out session—Yeah, I’ll give her that. But I had no intentions of taking things much further. Not wanting her to get the wrong impression, I stop her in her tracks with, “Not that it’s any of your business, but we weren’t having sex, so there was no ‘cock blocking’ involved.”
“Ohmigod.” Abby covers her mouth to contain a giggle. “No—We were definitelynothaving sex. You know as well as I do, Syd, that I don’t roll that way. I’m not an exhibitionist and have no desire to flaunt my bits in public.”
I’ll keep herbitsfor myself—thank you very much. There’s no way I want her on display for the world to see—or even her roommates for that matter.
Whoa. When did I get so possessive?
Before I can give it another thought, Sydney draws my attention to her. “Gah… you are so adorable when you get embarrassed, Abs. You know I’m just teasing you. I’m happy you found a guy worthy of dating. Sorry if I made it sound like you were just his conquest. I’ve known from the start, it isn’t like that with the two of you, and I shouldn’t have opened my big fat mouth. Seriously, I was joking—you know—since I walked in on you this morning and just now. I felt bad for interrupting, and to be truthful, I was a bit scared when someone came charging at me as I entered the door. It was a knee-jerk reaction to make light of the situation.”
“Please stop,” Abby begs. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I have company over often—well, the kind that would haveyouof all people stammering.”
What the hell does that mean?
Instead of getting an answer, Sydney turns to me. “I’m sorry if I came across rude. I was teasing Abby and didn’t realize you might have taken it the wrong way.”
To shrug it off andcompletelychange the subject away from this slippery slope, I ask, “Would you like to watch the rest of our movie with us?”
Sydney looks between Abby and me a few times, then glances to the screen before she replies, “Are you sure?”
Abby scoots over, so that she’s in the center of the couch, as she grabs my hand. “Absolutely. Who else am I going to enjoy Chris with? No offense, Drew, but I don’t think you appreciate him as much as I do.”
“Got it—It’s a good thing I’m up for some competition.” I grin as I hunker down to watch the movie.
Honestly, I don’t care what I’m doing. As long as I get to do it next to Abby.
