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it’s too much,” he said, nuzzling his
lips into her neck.
    “It won’t be. I feel like I can’t get enough of you
right now.” She looked up at him desperately, pushing her hips up into him as
she ran a hand through his hair.
    He held her eyes as he pressed against her, and she inhaled
sharply. He leaned back from her, helping her into a sitting position and
pulling the cotton dress over her head quickly. As he slid his hands over her
shoulders and down to her breasts, she let out a quick, ragged breath.
    Her head found the pillow just as his lips found her
stomach, and she gave out a cry of surprise and arousal. He deftly unbuttoned
her jeans, sliding them over her hips, and she remembered she hadn’t even
bothered with panties as the air hit her bare skin.
    “Abby…” he said, staring at her with a mixture of
lust and reverence. She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging on it, and he
pulled it over his head. She admired the lines of his chest and shoulders,
calmness settling over her at the thought of being closer to him than she had
ever been.
    He pulled her jeans all the way off and picked up
one of her feet, kissing the instep gently. His other hand roamed up her thigh,
across her hip to her stomach, and she shivered from the lightness of his
touch.
    As he kissed her foot, he moved his hand from her
stomach down to her ankle, and she closed her eyes briefly as he brushed his
fingers up her leg and across her thigh, ending in the place where she burned
for him.
    Her eyes flew back open as he massaged her gently.
    “Chris,” she moaned.
    “I love seeing you like this,” he said softly. “You
look so beautiful right now…so vulnerable and trusting.”
    Abby moaned again, arching her back. Chris gently
sat her foot down and she sighed happily as she felt his weight on her. He
kissed her, gently, but she responded with the hungry need she felt between her
legs, pulling him against her and kissing him deeply.
    As soon as he pressed against her, she cried out
with surprise, realizing how little it would take to push her over the edge.
She was self-conscious, not wanting to come when he wouldn’t, and he still wore
his pants.
    “No, I don’t want to,” she said, panting as she sank
her nails into his shoulders in an effort to hold on.
    “Yes. I want it, Abby,” he said, his voice low and
sexy as he moved against her.
    “No,” she whimpered in protest.
    “Yes.”
    “Oh, God. Chris…”
    The moment she felt his lips back on the bare skin
of her neck, Abby lost her fight. She moaned loudly as an explosive orgasm
shook her body. Coherent thoughts left her for a few moments as she drifted
back down from the high.
    Her body went slack with satisfaction and she smiled
despite her embarrassment.
    “Hey,” Chris said gently. “You’re crying. Should I
have stopped?”
    “No, I’m not upset, I’m just … overwhelmed. In such
a good way.”
    “Good.”
    He stretched out on his back, pulling her onto his
chest.
    “Can I tell you something embarrassing?” she said,
rubbing her cheek against his bare skin.
    “Yes.”
    “That was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.”
    “Why is that embarrassing?”
    “I don’t know, because it probably felt
high-schoolish to you.”
    “No, it was hot. I had to stop myself or I would
have come, too. But I don’t have any other scrubs in my locker, so I couldn’t.”
    “I owe you one,” she said.
    “No, you don’t.”
    “Do you need to get back to work?”
    “I guess. Can you sleep here for a while and wait
for me?”
    “I would, but I need to be there in the morning for
Audrey and Sara. My Mom’s been spending more and more time with Tim, and Justin
and I make sure one of us is always there.”
    “Does Justin know what happened to you?”
    “Yes.”
    “How can he stand to be around him?”
    “Justin hates Tim. It’s been a long time since he’s
come around, so we’re both having a hard time with it.”
    “Do you think he’s back