Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

J udd didn't need to be asked twice.

He'd wanted to devour Abby ever since their impromptu roll in the surf. He'd been so close to losing it, so damn horny he couldn't think straight let alone hold back, and now, with her lying naked in front of him, responding to him, touching him, he could hardly believe his luck.

"I'm all for play," he said, his fingers continuing the leisurely exploration of her thighs, toying with her as he touched her slick heat, loving how her blue eyes turned midnight with need as he eased a finger inside.

"So good," she gasped, arching towards him as he circled her clit with his thumb, soft, rhythmic movements that had her moaning his name until he could barely restrain himself.

He maintained the rhythm while slipping another finger inside her wet warmth, feeling her clench around him as she thrashed, arched, and stiffened in his arms before melting on a long, low moan.

She'd always been fantastic at making him feel good but nothing came close to this moment when the woman who meant the world to him smiled in appreciation, a shy, tender smile that made him feel ten feet tall.

"That was amazing," she murmured, placing her palm against his heart, her touch hot against his skin as her hand slid lower. "And I want more."

"Greedy."

He didn't stop her hand as it slid under the waistband of his jocks. He didn't stop her hand when she fondled his cock. And he sure as hell didn't stop her when she surged upwards, whipped off his jocks in record time, and focussed her gaze on his cock standing to attention.

"This is going to be great," she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft, her expression wondrous as she stroked him.

He groaned, a low guttural sound ripped from the back of his throat as pleasure streaked through his body.

He wanted to take this slow.

He wanted to make this last.

But watching Abby touch him so intimately, so thoroughly, he couldn't breathe let alone hang onto his fragile self control.

"Stop." His hand shot out and gripped her wrist while he imprinted this unforgettable image on his brain: Abby, with her hair tumbling like dark silk around her shoulders, her eyes wide and glittering, her lips parted and swollen from his kisses, straddling him, holding him like she never wanted to let go.

He closed his eyes for a second, capturing the precious snapshot, storing it in his memory banks, wondering how he'd got so damn lucky.

"Okay, you're call." She shrugged and rolled off him, her mouth pursed in a faux moue as she faked a huff.

He nuzzled her neck until she laughed, the pure, joyous sound wrapping him in its warmth. "If you hadn't stopped we mightn't have got to the good stuff."

"You mean there's more?" She widened her eyes, her feigned innocence in stark contrast to the devilish smile playing about her lips.

"Yeah, a lot more."

He kissed her, deeply, thoroughly, before reaching for his discarded shorts, taking care of protection and rolling back towards her, only to discover she'd parted her legs, giving him a shockingly intimate view of her, wet and wanting.

"Hell."

"Or heaven, depending on your definition," she said, closing the short distance between them as he reached for her, driven by blind need, filled with a burning desperation he'd never imagined.

His hands covered her everywhere, exploring every dip, every curve, and coming back for more. He couldn't get enough of her bare skin, the silky smoothness a balm for his work-hardened hands.

"You're so soft," he said, caressing her butt, bringing her closer to his cock that nudged between her legs, and she sighed, hooking her leg over his and giving him access to all of her.

"And you're so hard." She squeezed her hand between them, guiding him to her slick entrance.

"You feel so good," she said, sliding both hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders as he rolled over, and into her, in one movement.

"So do you, sweetheart. So do you."

Her eyes fluttered shut as he withdrew slowly before plunging into her again, harder, deeper, and she clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into him, spurring him on.

With every thrust, he watched her beautiful face contort with ecstasy. With every plunge, he watched her mouth part and her tongue flicker out to moisten her lips, mimicking the incredible sex they were having.

Watching Abby in the throes of passion fuelled his libido and he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as she gripped his shoulders, raised her legs, and wrapped around him, sending him spiralling out of control in a frenzied burst.

As he came she cried out his name and he collapsed on top of her in a daze, his lungs bereft of oxygen, his mind a complete blank.

Abby, his best friend, was beautiful.

Abby, his lover, was phenomenal.

And he couldn't think of one, damn thing to say as he withdrew and rolled onto his side, cradling her close.

His usual wise-ass remarks wouldn't cut it now. She deserved more than that. Hell, she deserved the world, and for a guy who didn't know what the future held he was the last person to give it to her.

"That was something else," she said, her hand fluttering like a butterfly between them, skimming his chest, his arm, as if she didn't know whether he wanted to be touched or not.

" You were something else."

He captured her hand and pressed it to his heart as it pounded, thudded, and slammed against his chest like a wild beast eager to be freed. Ironic, considering after what they'd shared, the already strong bond between them had strengthened considerably and he didn't feel free.

Instead, he felt inexorably drawn to Abby, tied to her in a way he never had before and he had no idea if he was ready for it.

His entire life had been based on freedom. He couldn't get away from Pier Point quick enough after his father died, despite the strength of his friendship with Abby. And he sure as hell hadn't stuck around when he glimpsed the expectation in her eyes after their first kiss.

So what now?

He planned on returning to Sydney, but Abby had made it more than clear an island fling was all this could be.

What if the unthinkable happened and the ultimate freedom seeker wanted more?

"You're thinking too much." She reached up with her free hand and smoothed the frown from his brow, and he forced a smile, the same, carefree smile he'd given her countless times before.

"I agree. Thinking is highly over-rated. I'd much rather be feeling," he said, capturing her mouth in a swift kiss, the fire simmering between them needing little to rekindle.

"I knew I liked you for a reason," she said, as she rolled on top of him, pinning him down and effectively wiping any thoughts of the future from his mind.