CHAPTER SEVEN

FINN

Once we decided on a course of action, Abby hurried to complete the rest of her library closing duties, and I waited to see her safely to her car. My head's reeling from tonight's revelations, and the night's still young.

What started like any other day has quickly escalated into one of the best days of my life. Somehow, I breached Abby's guarded heart and broke through her fear of touch. Damn, my girl's strong and brave. She trusts me enough to give herself to me. To set aside her anxiety and let me love her. I can't fucking believe it, but I won't waste this opportunity.

If she shows up. She might come to her senses first.

Ignoring the pessimistic thought, my first stop after leaving the library is the one big box store Smithfield has to pick up supplies. Abby might not come, but if she does, I'll be ready. She won't regret placing herself in my hands and becoming mine.

Trolling the aisles for food and anything else to make my place more romantic, the trip takes about fifteen minutes before I'm headed home, prepared for the evening. Hopefully.

My two bedroom home sits at the end of the street, toeing the line between town and unincorporated land. Hustling inside, I tidy the comfortable space and start setting up for Abby's arrival. Once the tasks are completed, a shower calls my name and offers a way to kill some time while I wait. Everything seems to move in slow-motion, increasing my trepidation.

What if she changes her mind?

An alarm rings on my phone hours later, signaling the time. Midnight. On cue, a light knock raps on the front door, and disbelief mingles with joy. Abby came.

Whipping the door open, I motion her inside with a grin. "You're here."

"Told you I would be." Her hair's a little damp from her own shower, and the signature rose scent rises stronger than ever. Thigh high socks peek above tall boots, and the sliver of skin exposed between the socks and her short sweater dress is temptation incarnate.

"I know it's late, but I bought some champagne and dessert to celebrate your birthday." Leading her to the living room, where a blaze burns in the fireplace, my earlier efforts are revealed. Doubt tries to cast a shadow until a delighted gasp bubbles up from Abby as a hand covers her heart.

"You did this? For me?" Happiness shines from her eyes, and pride swells in my chest. Yeah, this was definitely the right call.

Heaps of blankets and pillows lie in front of the fire, creating a cozy nest while clear Christmas lights add a soft border around the area. Thankfully, the store still had leftover lights from the holidays, and I grabbed all of them. I've never made something like this before, but I want Abby's first time to be special ? want our first time together to be as perfect as possible.

"It's not too much? The bed might be more comfortable, but I thought…"

"No, this is perfect. Thank you… I never would've expected something like this from ? " Her sentence cuts off as she realizes how it might sound, and an apologetic look enters her eyes.

"A guy like me?" I shrug, unoffended by the assumption. "To be honest, you're the first person I've ever done something like this for. You deserve to be romanced and worshiped."

Squeezing my arm in appreciation, a sheen of tears glimmers in Abby's gaze. "No one's ever said or done anything like this for me. I actually gave up hope it would ever happen…" The sentence fades, and her head dips in shyness.

"Get ready, baby, because I'm going to give you everything." I can't resist pulling her closer for a kiss of promise, not wanting her to hide from me. Intending to alleviate any fears, I dive into the deep end. "So, what'll it be? Food or sex?"

A watery laugh erupts as she considers the question. "Working up an appetite could be fun." One of her hands hesitantly trails down my chest and stomach.

Damn right. It'll be the most fun.

"Good choice. Though, I'm partial to dessert… Maybe just a teaser?" I guide her down into the nest of blankets and begin removing her boots. "These can stay for now." I smooth my hands over the thigh highs encasing her sexy as fuck legs. Sliding under the skirt of her dress, I drag the heavy fabric over her body as she wiggles her curvy body to hurry the process. Pale skin gleams in the flickering light after the last of her clothing disappeared, and an eager growl of need purrs in my throat. "One of these days, I want to draw you like this. Vulnerable and voluptuous. That can be the name of the series."

She laughs then teases. "So, you're going to paint me like one of your French girls?" The Titanic reference isn't lost on me, but I couldn't care less about other women.

"No, I'm going to paint you like you're my girl."

Her mouth forms a soft "Oh" of surprise, and I smile at the sight. Licking two of my fingertips, I draw a wet line down the center of her chest, sweeping under the curve of her tits before tracing a turgid nipple.

Firelight plays over Abby's face, and the importance of this moment weighs on my heart. I want to make her feel good ? want to satisfy her every need. Like a fragile treasure in my palm, the need to protect and hoard for myself runs wild.

"Remember what I said about dessert? You ready to feed me, Abby-mine?" My fingers dip lower to gather the dew between her plump folds. Bringing glossy fingertips to my mouth, I suck them clean, immediately addicted to the spicy sweet flavor.

I fucking need more .

A keening cry of assent flutters from her lips before I brush a kiss over her exposed thigh. Licking along a delicate blue vein, I burrow deeper between her legs, darkness encapsulating me along with the scent of her arousal.

Mouth watering, my thumbs spread dark blonde curls while my nose nudges her clit, wetness coating the tip. "You're already soaked, baby, and we haven't even started yet. This pretty pussy's desperate for attention, isn't it?"

A pleading hum vibrates through her body as her hips hitch higher, encouraging me to continue. Not one to disappoint, I nibble along her sensitive folds and moan at the intoxicating taste. Sweetest pussy I've ever eaten ? that's for damn sure.

But that's no surprise. Abby had me wrapped around her finger from the moment I first saw her at Valhalla Ink. She's my dream girl come to life ? kind and smart, with gorgeous curves meant for my hands and mouth. Tonight may only be a one-time deal, but I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure it's not. That she comes back to me. Needs me .

Which starts with making her come at least a half dozen times ? satisfy her so well she's too exhausted to leave tomorrow. Maybe that should be my plan. Make it impossible for her to physically leave me because she's too tired and sore from fucking.

My tongue plunges into Abby's quivering pussy, the walls tightening to hold me in place, but I retreat before flicking her engorged clit. "You're so tight, baby. I need to make sure you're soft and slick ? able to accept my cock without pain." I press two fingers to her opening, stroking deeper to rub against her g-spot. "Because my cock's thick, Abby-mine, not gonna lie. But I'll make sure we fit."

"I know you will…" Abby breathes out; her confidence and trust warming me.

Wet, sucking sounds emanate from my thrusting fingers, and I wrap eager lips around her clit, drawing hard on the bundle of nerves, knowing she's close to climax.

Give it to me. I want to hear you come.

A piercing cry rents the air before she spasms in pleasure, a rush of hot cream hitting my tongue ? the taste richer, more decadent.

Fucking delicious.

"You taste so good, baby. I could eat you all night long." And I would if my swollen dick wasn't ready to blow at any moment.

Another time.