Page 44 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

thirty-six

With the car engine off and Cal already back inside the house, Abagail breathed in relief along with Nicola’s scent. She caught the stench of alcohol that Nicola must have spilled on her clothes, but it wasn’t overwhelming, and it didn’t overshadow the scent that was entirely hers.

“So…” Nicola said into the silent car. “Your room or mine?”

“Mine.” Abagail reached over and took Nicola’s hand. This, unlike before, felt right. She brought Nicola’s hand up to her lips and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I need you to understand that I don’t do relationships. This isn’t something… I don’t do this.”

“O…kay?” Nicola squeezed Abagail’s fingers. “So what are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” Abagail shook her head, imploring Nicola to figure out what she couldn’t say. “Figuring it out as we go?”

“Do you want a relationship with me?”

“No.” Abagail said that firmly but softly. She wasn’t repulsed by Nicola, but everyone equated relationship or lack of relationship with either love or hate. There was never an in-between. “But I want to be near you.”

“What does that mean, though?” Nicola asked.

“I don’t know.” Abagail’s lips twitched. “That’s what we need to figure out.”

Turning Nicola’s wrist over, Abagail kissed the soft skin there.

She breathed in Nicola’s scent and closed her eyes, memorizing it.

Scraping her teeth across the skin, Abagail listened for the change in Nicola’s breathing, the one that would indicate that she was as into this as Abagail was. And fuck, she hoped Nicola was.

She did it again, and there it was. That little hiccup of a breath, the little whine in the back of her throat—it was exactly like Abagail remembered it being before and exactly what she wanted to hear now.

Abagail kissed her again, moving in to press her lips to Nicola’s cheek.

She slowly moved closer, nipping at Nicola’s earlobe and breathing against her.

“I want you so much,” Abagail breathed out the words, her heart thundering and her entire body begging for Nicola to touch. Not just anyone, but Nicola.

“I’m yours,” Nicola whispered, turning her head just enough so their lips touched in a slow, intimate embrace. “I’m not sure I could be anyone else’s again.”

A thrill ran through Abagail at that statement. She’d never quite thought about it like that before. But they were each going to give all of who they were to the other. Abagail nipped Nicola’s lower lip, smiling when Nicola hummed in pleasure as a response. She wanted Nicola, now.

Opening the back door of the car, Abagail slid out and waited until Nicola stepped out with her.

She laced their fingers together and stepped into the house from the garage, locking the door immediately.

She kissed Nicola again. Reaching between them, she undid the buttons on her jacket and dropped it onto the floor, along with the scarf that she’d wound around her neck.

She stared directly at Nicola, wanting and hoping that Nicola would follow every intention that she was setting. Abagail took a step backward, her heeled shoe clicking against the hardwood floor.

Nicola grinned broadly, immediately pulling at her jacket and dropping it along with Abagail’s as she tracked every step Abagail took.

As soon as Abagail reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned around and took the first step up.

Nicola was right up against her, hands against her stomach and across her chest. She pressed her lips to Abagail’s shoulder and then scraped her teeth lightly over the skin.

Abagail drew in a shuddering breath and reached behind her head, holding onto the back of Nicola’s and sliding her fingers through the soft locks of hair she found.

Nicola’s hand dropped to the edge of Abagail’s skirt, dragging it up her thigh slowly.

Abagail groaned and leaned back into Nicola, holding onto the railing of the stairs for support.

“Don’t stop,” Abagail murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as Nicola slid her fingers underneath the elastic of Abagail’s panties and brushed the pads of her fingers over her swollen lips. “Fuck me.”

Nicola didn’t wait. She slid her hand under the fabric and rubbed against Abagail’s clit.

Her knees nearly gave out, and she had to grasp tightly to keep herself upright and to keep Nicola’s hand against her.

Abagail vibrated under the touch, her entire body trembling from just the slightest movement.

“Wait!” Abagail blurted out.

Immediately stopping, Nicola kept her hand in place, but Abagail moved it to the side.

She turned around, standing barely taller than Nicola since she had a whole stair advantage.

She grabbed Nicola by the front of her shirt and dragged her forward, kissing her hard.

Their teeth gnashed together momentarily before Abagail caught her breath, easing the kiss so it wasn’t as intense.

Letting go, Abagail walked her way up the stairs. She pulled the zipper of her dress down and shimmied out of it as she went, dropping it right outside her bedroom door before she disappeared inside. She knew that Nicola would be following her. They’d been building up to this.

“Get on the bed,” Abagail ordered as she leaned against the bed to pull off her shoes and toss them into the corner of the room where she wouldn’t trip on them.

“Just on the bed?” Nicola asked, a light tease in her tone. “Or naked on the bed?”

Abagail let out a grunt. “Get on the bed.” She was curious what Nicola would do when she wasn’t the one directly in control. So far Nicola had been in charge, but it was Abagail’s turn. And she’d wanted this turn more than anything.

Nicola pulled her shirt off, but she didn’t take her pants off.

She pulled herself backward onto the edge of the bed so she was sitting properly on it, her head canted to the side as she eyed Abagail with nothing but lust in her gaze.

Abagail’s lips quirked upward, and she moved in to kiss Nicola again.

She bent her backward, pushing her down into the mattress while she skimmed her fingers against Nicola’s smooth, warm skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” Abagail whispered as she moved to kiss each one of Nicola’s hardened nipples. She swore this woman never wore a bra. Then again, in the waitressing that she was doing, that probably worked to her advantage.

She took one of Nicola’s nipples between her lips and sucked hard while she snaked her hands down to Nicola’s waist and pulled at her jeans to get them off.

She wanted access, immediately, to everything that she’d wanted in the last few weeks and hadn’t had.

She’d put walls up to protect not only herself but to protect Nicola, but they were all down now.

Abagail jerked her hands down with the jeans grasped tightly between her fingers, pulling them off Nicola’s hips and ass and down to just below her knees. She grinned up at Nicola and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure about this?” Abagail asked.

Nicola nodded before she’d even finished asking the question. “Hell yes. I want this so bad.”

Abagail breathed deeply, catching a whiff of Nicola’s scent, the pure scent that was uniquely her arousal and no one else’s. She closed her eyes and focused on it for a second before she looked back at Nicola. “Let’s do this.”

She pressed a path of kisses from Nicola’s breasts to her hips.

Abagail nipped her before she grabbed the pants that were still confining Nicola’s legs and used them to push Nicola’s knees apart and lock her in place.

Nicola gasped, her hips pushing upward as if she was going to get more touch that way.

Abagail smiled to herself as she slid two fingers deep inside and covered Nicola’s clit with her mouth.

The flavor burst on her tongue, and she nearly had to stop for a second because it overwhelmed her.

She pressed her forehead into Nicola’s thigh and breathed through the moment before she dove back in.

She didn’t take this slow. They’d waited far too long for slow and sensual—and it really wasn’t like them anyway.

Abagail curled her fingers upward, adding pressure, while she opened her mouth and pressed the flat of her tongue against Nicola’s clit and moved her head back and forth rapidly. Nicola cried out, her moan of pleasure the siren’s call that Abagail had been waiting for.

Pleasure ran through Abagail, moving from her mouth to her nipples to right between her legs.

It built stronger and harder as she focused on bringing Nicola to the cusp of what would definitely be just her first orgasm of the night.

Abagail licked her and repositioned her mouth and breathed in the full force of Nicola’s arousal.

“Abs…” Nicola moaned, rocking her hips against Abagail’s face at the same time. “More.”

Abagail was planning on giving her more, and she wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.

She wanted to be fucking Nicola as the sun breeched the horizon and cast a new light on them.

Abagail pushed her fingers in deeper before pulling out and adding a third.

She wished she had her strap so she could fill Nicola like she was begging to be filled, but she wanted this intimacy, this closeness, the complete surrender of Nicola against her mouth.

“More…” Nicola said again, dragging out the word as she writhed on the edge of the bed.

Sucking and teasing, Abagail continued. She stopped holding back.

She stopped putting up walls where they didn’t belong.

She stopped being someone she wasn’t and moved into the whole of who she knew herself to be at this moment in time.

Someone strong. Someone capable. Someone who very much wanted to be here and nowhere else, despite what those implications meant.

“Abs!” Nicola cried out, her body jerking before she tensed.

Abagail breathed slowly, tenderly keeping her pace and touches against Nicola until she felt Nicola’s gentle hands against her head, prying her off.

She settled her cheek against Nicola’s thigh, kissing her with her wet lips and steadying her own breathing while she waited for Nicola’s high to come down.

“Fuck, Abs.”

Abagail chuckled, smiling to herself before she pulled herself upward a bit more. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then stepped back to slide her thong off. She wanted to be completely against Nicola for this next one, to slide body to body.

She took Nicola’s shoes off and then her pants and underwear, finally seeing her in her full form. Abagail breathed in deeply, her lips still quirked upward. She couldn’t remember the last time that she smiled for this long.

“I want you to fuck me. Just you and me and nothing between us.” Abagail ran her hands up and down Nicola’s thighs. “Think you can handle that?”

Because there was no way that Abagail could be on top for that one.

She didn’t have the stamina, but Nicola most definitely did.

Nicola’s eyes lit up and she nodded wildly, pulling back and rolling so that there was room on the bed for Abagail to climb onto it.

She lay down in the middle, adjusting herself for a second before Nicola bent down and kissed her ankle.

Abagail closed her eyes, feeling nothing but those sweet lips on her skin, the soft brush of Nicola’s hair along her calf as she moved upward, the warmth of her breath when she reached Abagail’s thigh.

She was so ready for this, to press their bodies together and fuck until the morning finally approached them.

They weren’t built for late nights anymore.

They were built for all day, every day. They’d been through hell and high water, and they were going to take this next step together, one foot at a time.

“Come here,” Abagail mumbled, begging Nicola to come forward.

She did, but she took her damn time doing it.

Nicola laughed as she blazed a random path of kisses and touches from Abagail’s thigh to her hips to her stomach, her breasts, teasing each one of her nipples into a point until Abagail was whimpering and groaning from the touch.

When she finally moved upward to Abagail’s neck, Abagail was laughing and trying to entice Nicola to move faster.

With hands against Nicola’s head, Abagail guided her up until their mouths touched.

She immediately parted her lips and brushed their tongues together, deepening the kiss until she couldn’t breathe and had to pull back for a second.

But it wasn’t long before Abagail dove back in.

She didn’t want to be away from touching and kissing for very long.

She wanted to make the most of every second they had.

Nicola moved around, positioning herself right where Abagail wanted her. She started slow, keeping her body low to give Abagail kisses often before she picked up speed. Abagail rutted against her, matching Nicola’s movements and holding onto her as tightly as she could.

Each time Nicola rubbed against Abagail’s clit, it sent off a fire of pleasure through her, but then she’d move away.

Abagail breathed heavily, focusing on the feeling and the rhythm.

They were doing this together, for the first time on equal footing.

She smiled up at Nicola and allowed the pleasure to course through her and consume her.

Nicola kept going, pushing her body toward a second orgasm and keeping Abagail’s right at the forefront of everything happening in this moment.

They ground against each other until Nicola threw her head back, the line of her neck slick with sweat.

She crashed onto the bed next to Abagail, laughing and shaking her head.

“What happens next?” Nicola asked.

“I don’t know,” Abagail answered, brushing her fingers across Nicola’s cheek to move the stray strands of hair from her skin. “We stay up the rest of the night.”

“And fuck?”

“Yeah.” Abagail leaned in and kissed her quickly. “And fuck.”

Nicola slid in, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her hand around the back of Abagail’s neck and tangled their legs together. “And then what?”

“Then we figure it out. One day at a time.”

Nicola sighed contentedly. “We deserve something, right?”

“We deserve everything.”