Trent sucked in a ragged breath as he pressed the lower half of his body against her. For years he’d imagined what it would be like to make love to her, and now it was happening.
He ran his right hand down the length of her torso, feeling every curve, then back up to cradle her breast in his hand. She fit perfectly in his palm, and his heart soared when she tilted her head back and moaned when he brushed his thumb over her n****e.
“I love hearing you make that sound,” he whispered.
Abby looked up at him with pure desire. “We’re both wearing way too many clothes.”
He chuckled, pushed her shirt up, and pulled the cup of her bra out of the way, giving him better access to her breast. Then he took her n****e between his lips.
She arched her back and reached for him. Her nails dug into his
