Chapter Thirty-Eight
For Eli, the sensations she was causing him to feel were becoming overwhelming. He pulled her thin tank top off and let it drop beside his shirt. Helping her slip her arms from the straps of her bra, he tossed it to the ground.
Leaning back, he took in the sight of her. Her bun was now loose and small hairs hung in curls from the confines of the bobby pins. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes were glassy in a lustful haze.
“If we’re stopping, it needs to be now.” He said, leaning forward to cup her cheek in his hand.
Abby smiled, “I’d rather we didn’t. I want you, Eli.”
Her words were his undoing. Their lips crashed together as she brought her hands down to the buttons of his jeans. She popped the top button open and brought his zipper down as they kis
