Cabin Heat: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 1) (10 page)

ANDREW was the first to wake up from his deep, satiated slumber. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was barely two in the morning. Abby must have felt his movement. She turned her head and slowly opened her eyes.

“Want me to go to my room?” she asked slowly, rubbing her eyes.

“No,” he answered. “We’re here now. I’d like you to stay with me.”

As he said it, he felt that deep down, he was asking her to stay in his bed for more than one night. He tried to get the asinine fantasy out of his head.

“Be right back.”

He slid his arm out from under her head and got up, heading for his bathroom. Looking around, he saw that she followed his gaze, and had a soft smile on her face.

“Okay.”

He saw her study him another moment or two before her head fell back to the sheets. He stood there, admiring her gorgeous body before he went into the bathroom. She was still resting on top the sheets, so he saw her movements as she stretched out her legs and twisted around both ankles, as if testing just how swollen the bad one was. After the third wince, she seemed to give up. The ankle was still worrisome for her.

He watched her roll over and get on to her hands and knees to crawl farther up the bed. Pulling back the sheets and comforter, she climbed underneath and snuggled into the clean pillows and warm bed. She locked her eyes on his when she realized he hadn’t gone in yet. He smiled at her. It was the first night they shared his bed. He wanted her to feel special. Even if nothing more happened. Somehow, he doubted he could ever sleep beside Abby in a bed and have nothing happen. Nope, it was not possible. And she confirmed his thoughts right there and then.

He watched in delight as she threw back the comforter. Her hand snaked down her stomach. Her fingers rested at the edge of her mound. She paused and tilted her head to look at him with a smile, as if beckoning him to take what she was offering. His eyes lit up. He was so tempted to dive back into that bed and give her what she wanted. Instead, he turned and hurried into the bathroom to shed his condom and relieve himself. As he washed his hands, he looked at the scar, and then looked up at his face in the mirror. He barely recognized his appearance. There was a smile that had not graced his face for two years.

* * *

ABBY must have drifted to sleep. She woke with a start. The room was dark. The bathroom door stood ajar. The spot on the bed beside her dipped with Andrew’s weight, her slight body having rolled into his embrace. His arms locked around her stomach, keeping her close.

“Go back to sleep, Abby,” he said after a few minutes.

His voice was deep, husky, but not with sleep. She twisted around to peer at him.

“I don’t know if I can,” she replied.

“Why not?”

“Just thinking about when this storm ends.” She lied a little. She was thinking a little about the blizzard, but that wasn’t what kept her up. It was her fantasy about making love to him again.

“What about it?”

He leaned forward to kiss the place where her neck and shoulder met. She shivered as his lips moved. He had figured that place out and now he seemed intently focused on it every time he got close.

“I don’t know,” she said at first. “There’ll be so much to do when they finally clear the roads. I’ll need to replace my car. I’m positive it’s totaled so I’ll have to deal with the insurance company. And worst of all, I’ll be so behind with school.”

It was another half-lie. Yes, she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of the storm. But she desperately wanted to feel him take her again, in any way he wanted it. She wanted him.

Turning in his embrace, she stared into his enchanting blue eyes. So far, he’d been able to know when she wanted more. Every kiss had been welcomed. And she loved that he saw that truth shine from her eyes.

“What else are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

She smirked. He was good.

“Tell me, Abby,” he appealed.

“I still want you.”

His mouth fell open and his tongue absently licked his bottom lip. She felt his hands shift on her back and slide lower. She waited for him to say something; anything. He said nothing. For a long minute, they just looked at each other. She shifted, getting uncomfortable. Maybe he felt they had moved too far, and too fast.

“No.” His tone was harsh and she froze.

His voice melted, then, and he continued, “I thought you’d never ask.”

* * *

ANDREW admired the goddess who had propped herself up enough to crawl between his legs and bow before him. Her long blonde hair fell in cascading waves down her back and shoulder, reminding him of a waterfall of gold. Her pink lips—the bottom one pulled teasingly between her teeth—beckoned him. Reaching down to her face, he traced his thumb over her lips. Would he ever get tired of touching her? He doubted it.

“Are you sure you want to…?”

“Absolutely.” Her voice was eager, a little shaky, but he could see she wasn’t going to back away. “I want to do this for you.”

“You know you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She nodded and lifted her hands to dance along his raging erection. He moaned aloud and it may have been the signal she wanted. She lowered her head to one thigh and blew on his shaft. The warm blast of her breath hit his cock and he groaned with anticipation. She didn’t notice. All her attention was focused on his steely length as it pointed to the ceiling. He felt her soft lips press on his tip and he nearly came right there.

“Steady, boy,” she teased, the hint of a giggle in her throaty voice.

“It’s been a long time,” His voice shook and cracked, but he was thrilled he was still able to speak at the same time that she was driving him insane with her lips. It was torture. Absolutely wicked and welcome torture.

“Oh…” He moaned, but looked down just in time to catch her crimson blush. She hesitated for a moment and it was enough to shake a little of his confidence and enjoyment of the moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Wow,” she answered softly, and sat between his legs.

“Huh?”

“I know we were naked earlier. But I never got a good look at you. You know, really look at all of you. You are stunning.”

Andrew preened at Abby’s praise.

“Really ripped. And your cock…” She stopped, ending with a purr. The hottest, sexiest damn purr he had ever heard.

“You’re playing with me, aren’t you!” He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but couldn’t help it. She had gone from sweet, adorable girl next door to the hottest sex kitten he had ever met and he wanted her so bad.

Abby didn’t move. She just watched him all over. He asked himself why he hadn’t taken her again, over and over? She was too sexy to deny.

“Come here, Abby.”

She leaned forward again and scooted down the bed to kneel at his feet. His cock bobbed erect before her face. She licked her lips and seemed to float forward, toward him. She was as eager as he was.

Andrew placed her hands on his cock. With his fingers entwined with hers, he stroked his length. At first, he moved slowly, letting her feel every inch of his hunger and desire for her. Then faster. He taught her how tightly he wanted her to squeeze and how fast he needed her to stroke. She was a quick learner and he rejoiced at her aptitude for pleasing him.

Letting go of her hands, he allow her the freedom to explore. She continued as he’d shown her. He ran his fingers through her hair, loving the feeling of her golden strands slipping between his hands. He got lost in the sensation.

One of her hands moved under his cock and between his legs. She cupped his balls and kneaded them softly. It was more of her wicked, fantastic torture. He groaned at her touch, thrilled with her enthusiasm.

When, at long last, she wrapped her lips around the tip and licked in a circular motion, he grabbed her hair and held her still.

“Andrew?”

“I’m going to come, Abby. Taste me, suck me, do whatever you want. But if I pull you off, please…”

He forgot whatever he was going to say. She had already begun to lower her mouth over his cock. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and tasting every inch of him. She tightened her cheeks and sucked him hard. Harder than he thought was possible. He loved it. She relaxed her jaw to take in more of him. Soon he had thrust his hips and filled her mouth. He heard her choke a little, so he withdrew. But when he caught a glimpse of her looking up at him from under her long bangs, she winked. She took him this time completely and quickly. Sucking and bobbing her head on his length, she had him digging his nails into her hair. It must have hurt, but she made no move to stop him.

Tugging on her shoulder a little, he pulled himself free. “Get on the bed. I want to come inside you.”

Abby, God bless her soul, did exactly as he ordered. He climbed up after her, settling between her legs, his thighs between hers, spreading her farther apart. He sifted fingers through her golden bush, and found her sopping wet. Playing with her for a moment, teasing her, he breathed in deeply to smell her sweet scent of arousal.

“I want you, Andrew. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged.

“I…” Andrew quieted.
Love you?
Did he really? It sure felt that way. He looked at Abby. A tear glistened in the corner of one eye. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw slack, and lips red.

“Yes.” He answered his own question as he reached in the nightstand drawer for another condom and had it on in no time flat. He palmed her ass and lifted her. Placing his cock at her entrance, he pulled her toward him until his cockhead slipped inside and was seized by her tight, wet inner walls.

Grabbing her knees on each side of him, he spread her legs and held them aloft. He readjusted himself on the sheets and lowered his head to kiss her stomach.

“Come inside me now, Andrew. I need you.”

He was only too willing to meet her insistence. Sliding slowly inside, he intensified his thrusts as she begged, pounding into her hot pussy. Her head sank into the pillow as she arched off the bed and tightened her fists around his thick forearms. It felt like she was anxious.

“Come on, baby. You can let go,” he urged as he drove himself harder inside her. He was on the edge, holding back by sheer will. She shook her head wildly, hair whipping back and forth across the sheets.

“I’m coming, Andrew!” she screamed.

When she came, she screamed and unleashed his eruption a heartbeat later. He kept up the thrusts to allow her to ride her orgasm for as long as she could. When her movements stopped, he dropped her legs gently and collapsed on top of her. He kissed her navel tenderly and closed his eyes. He relished every moment, and accepted her warm and gentle touch as she passed her palms over his hair. In no time at all, he drifted off to serene slumber.

ANDREW woke up on his back. His body stiffened as grief and sorrow washed over him. He could have sworn he heard his own voice calling Emma’s name. Disoriented and stirred up, he sat upright and looked around. He was surprised that Abby was still asleep, looking so peaceful that it brought him back to the magic that was last night. He let out a thankful sigh that she hadn’t heard.

He wondered how he would have explained calling out another woman’s name while she slept beside him. Granted, Emma was his beloved wife—his dear dead wife—so that part may not have been too complex to share. But crying out her name with such anguish would have been another thing to explain. He wasn’t ready to go there. It had been two years of daily torment, and the past had no right jeopardizing his future. Hadn’t he paid enough?

Maybe Abby was his next chance. He was almost sure of it. Her gaze touched his soul in ways he never felt before. They were so warm; so honest; so therapeutic that she quite possibly had healed him the first time he had locked eyes with her. The dreams needed to end. It was time. He needed to exorcise them from his mind for good. And Abby did not ever need to hear them.

Andrew noticed it was after seven in the morning. The first light was just starting to stream in through the window blinds. He ran his hands through his hair, weighing whether to go back to sleep. That was when he heard Abby stirring beside him.

“Andrew.” Gold, silken locks tumbled down her shoulders as she slowly sat up. She turned to wrap her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulders.

“Good morning, Abby.” He so enjoyed her warm welcome, it was easy to halt his tormented thoughts. He slipped one arm around her back and pulled her closer. “How are you feeling? Still tired?”

“Normally I’m an early riser,” she said, “but I have to admit, I could use a few more winks. What time is it?”

“Just after seven,” he answered. “Lots of time left to the day, and not much we can do out there.”

“Is it still snowing?”

“Let me check.” He pulled away gently and got out of bed, then walked to the windows and pushed aside some of the vertical blinds. He looked out over the lake

“No.” His heart sank a little. “It looks like it’s stopped.”

“That’s great,” she said, raising one hand to shade her eyes from the piercing light. “Wow, it’s so bright out there.”

“It is.” He walked back to stand at the foot of the bed and admire her anew.

“These windows face southwest, so the morning sun is fierce in here. I like it, though.”

“Maybe I can use some more time in bed.” She laid back and pulled the covers over her, all the way up to her neck.

“Still sleepy?”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” she teased seductively. “Get back in here and I’ll show you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly got back into his spot beside her, leaned over, and planted a soft but hungry kiss on her tender lips. God, she tasted sublime. His heat level ratcheted up a few notches as Abby pressed her sensuous, naked body on him.

“
Mmm
,” he groaned, wanting nothing more than to slip inside her and take her, as he had done a few hours ago. He wanted to take his time and enjoy all the gifts she was giving. “Let’s have a shower.”

Abby agreed with her eyes, so he got out of bed and walked around to her side to help her up. He held out an arm to support her when she stood up. He was so in the moment, he didn’t notice it was
that
arm.

“Did it hurt when this happened?”

Her soft fingertips began to run the length of his scar with such tenderness, he moaned. He was torn. Every instinct screamed for him to pull his arm away and put some distance between him and Abby. He didn’t want to revisit this painful part of his past with anyone.

For some reason, he was frozen in place. Her touch was like the kindest animal whisperer. She had sung this injured beast into an enchanting trance. It was a trance that mesmerized said beast to the point that all it could do was leave its raw paw in her hands to remove whatever was causing pain. There was no doubt in his mind that she had picked the right profession.

He stared at her, unable to answer in his bewitched state. She leaned down to his arm and kissed his wrist so softly. He accepted her kisses as they trailed slowly and gingerly up the scar until she got to his biceps. When she did, her eyes sought his. He didn’t even feel the solitary tear when it rolled down his cheek. As it cooled near his jaw, he brushed it away with his other hand.

Abby took both his arms and wrapped them around her waist, pressing herself to him as though telling him everything would be all right. Her head rested on his chest and she hugged him with such genuine warmth, all he could do was bask. After a few long, but vital minutes, she looked up at him.

“Let’s have that shower,” she said, attempting to turn on her good foot and lead him to his bathroom.

His brain and his body finally kicked into action. He swooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the shower.

“I’d like to try walking sometime,” she quipped, nibbling on his ear and driving him close to the edge.

“You don’t like this?” he asked.

“No, I mean yes, I like it,” she answered, flustered but smiling. “I’m just trying not to get too used to it. Otherwise my first splurge purchase one day may be for a Man Friday.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’d be the first one to apply.”

When he got to the door, he lowered her carefully and she limped into the room ahead of him. She let him pass to turn the water on in the shower. Its tiles were flush with the floor, so it was easy for Abby to maneuver inside on her own. He wished he had let her stay in his room from the night they first kissed. It would have been safer for her—and more pleasurable for them both.

She reached for his body wash and loofa sponge.

“God, I needed this,” she moaned, pouring soap into the sponge and rubbing it across her chest.

“Want me to wash your back?” he asked eagerly.

“Yes, please.”

He took the sponge but was enthralled. He watched the hot water cascade down her back. Leaning into the spray, she lifted her hair and let the water wash the soap buds down her body until they swirled and disappeared down the drain. Andrew dropped the loofa sponge and wrapped his hands around her waist, turning her gently in the spray.

“Um…I thought you were going to wash my back,” she inquired.

“I can’t. Not now.” He flicked his gaze down and she followed his glance. His cock stood erect from his dark bush of hair, pointing directly at her.

“Mmmm. Guess we will have to change those plans.” She smiled softly, lips rising at the corners.

And then she did the most amazing thing. Abby knelt slowly in the stall and took him in her mouth. As the water struck his chest and rolled down his abdomen, pooling and dripping down his shaft, she worked as hard as possible to suck him dry.

He ran his hands over her silky hair and cupped the back of her head, slowing her down. Looking up from under her lashes, she let his cock pop free of her mouth. Taking it in both hands, she stroked him hard and fast, from tip to base. He groaned, clutching her head harder. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped the dripping water from his tip. She eased her tongue over the head and flicked the nerves there, testing his willpower.

“Oh God,” he muttered.

She spread her lips, gripped the base of his cock, and held him steady as she once again took him deep down her throat. Again and again, she pushed the limits of his control. He was ready to explode, balls drawn up tight and purple with the effort to hold his passion in.

Finally—all too soon and yet way past due—she released him and stood up. Pressing her breasts to his chest, she tiptoed on her good leg and kissed him hard. He could almost taste himself in her mouth. She had one arm wrapped around his neck, teasing the hairs along his nape. The other, she wrapped around his waist. Reaching down, she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her. His hardness was trapped between their bodies. He wanted to move, to slide into her, but she held him too closely.

Andrew kissed her back; their tongues wrestling, dueling for supremacy. She didn’t seem ready to let him take over. She was directing this interlude and he was happy to go along for the ride. Growling, he let her have her way. He opened his mouth and let her explore every inch she desired. He closed his eyes and let her kiss him wherever she wanted. His hands rested on her hips, though his fingers flexed as he fought his decision.

Her nails scraped down his bare back and then up. His body reacted—a pure, primal reply. He took her hands and pulled away from her, supporting her stance so she wouldn’t trip backwards or slip on the tile. He was ready to take back the reins—but only to please her, body and soul.

“Hold on to the safety bar,” he instructed.

She did.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Abby.”

She sighed. For a second he feared she wouldn’t play along, then she spoke.

“Touch my breasts.”

Andrew did. He had her panting, moaning his name. She pushed her ass back in need.

“What else?”

“Touch my clit.”

She was whimpering, each word a sob of desire. He caressed down her abdomen, reveling in the way her skin shivered and vibrated under his fingertips. At the first loving touch, he felt her stomach tighten and heard her moans turn to squeaks. She was incredibly close. Her clit was swollen and erect. He was gentle, circling around and around the bud of flesh. He knew better than to play too much when she was this close.

“And?” he whispered in her ear.

“Come inside me, Andrew.”

He held nothing back. The thought of safe sex left the building with rational thinking and was nowhere to be found. Lifting her completely off the ground, he angled his cock between her legs. One, then two strokes along her tight opening and she was keening, head falling back and mouth open.

Tilting his hips, he slipped through her folds and entered her an inch at a time. Her muscles tightened on his cock. Withdrawing, he pushed in again. Another inch. Withdrew. In. Out. In. Out. Inch by inch, he pierced her opening. He filled her core and captured her heart. At least, he hoped so. God knew he was already a goner. This woman, without his permission or any planning of his own, had become the most important person in his life. She was his life.

He lowered her slowly until her feet touched the floor. Going with the moment, he sat on the warm, wet floor of the shower, and gently pulled her down to sit facing him on his lap. He filled his palms with her breasts, and kissed her shoulder and neck.

“Ride me, Abby. Find your pleasure.”

She rose on his lap, folding her knees beside his legs. Without shame, lost in sensations, she bounced on his cock. She took her pleasure from him; he just followed her on her journey. Beginning to reach an erratic, speedy pace, half the time barely moving her body above her undulating pelvis, to him it seemed that she had no idea how to find her own release.

He lowered his hands to slow her, lifted her from his shaft, holding her suspended above him. With three long strokes, he filled her completely and withdrew, leaving her empty. Upon melding their bodies, joining their futures, a fourth time, he hadn’t prepared himself for the scream she let out. He hugged her close, and impaled himself deep inside her quivering walls. Her climax tore wildly through her body. As she slowly relaxed, he let go of his own release. Erupting within her warm channel, he lifted her face toward him and kissed her lips.