Abby drove like hell to their meeting place, the relentless rain made one mile feel like five. The cabin appeared in the headlights like a lighthouse at the end of the muddy road. She rubbed a circle on the windshield and leaned in for a better view. Is this the right place? A figure stepped out of a truck parked near the cabin and turned to face the front porch. Not known for patience, Abby approached the cabin a little too fast and pulled to a stop behind the black pickup. The Jeep jerked in protest when she slammed the transmission into “park”, and flung open her door so fast she damn near pulled herself onto the gravel drive. Though every part of her being knew what to do, her feet refused to move away from beside the car. Abby stood there, letting the rain soak her, looking at the first boy who stole her heart.
Tom turned and appraised Abby for a long moment before he smiled and braced himself for whatever the wheels in her mind told her to do next.
The man before her stood taller than the boy Abby knew years ago, but that smile was unmistakable. It was him. Her heart hammered as her eyes devoured him. God, he looked good enough to eat in worn jeans and a sweatshirt. Had it really been twenty years?
Abby took off through the mud, and knocked Tom backward against his truck as she lunged into his arms. Only a sob escaped her throat as he held her hard before he lifted her off the ground. Miles and years disintegrated in a matter of seconds, nothing but rain and darkness all around them.
With dripping hair and mascara streaks down her face, Abby smiled and said, “Hi. Miss me?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice weighted with emotion. “Wanna go in?” he added, and nodded toward the cabin.
“Promise you’re not gonna jump me if I do?”
“No way,” he laughed, and tucked a section of wet hair behind her ear.
“You’re not playing fair. You know I’m so nervous I can’t stop shaking.”
“Never said I would where you’re concerned,” he teased. Tom took her hand and led her inside.
With only a fire providing light and warmth, they stood before each other, both soaked to the skin and laughing like teenagers on a first date.
“Cold?” he asked her. “Hang on a sec.”
Without letting go of her, he grabbed a quilt from a nearby chair and pulled it around them. Abby’s head rested on his chest, a fistful of t-shirt clutched in her hand at his shoulder. She raised up on tiptoe to nuzzle his neck and breathed in his scent. So good, and so male it made her dizzy when he pulled her close with his hand on the small of her back. He sang an old Bon Jovi song in her ear, his voice soft and low as they clung to each other and swayed just a bit. He felt her heart pounding against his body as his arms came around her, to possess her. It had always been her.
They shuffled a little closer to the fireplace, still wrapped in the quilt. Abby looked up at him, big brown eyes dark with wanting him. Completely lost, he leaned down and gently nudged her lips with his, as if to test their softness. After being met with no resistance, he took a chance and deepened the kiss.
Scared to death, she kissed him back, slowly at first. He nipped her bottom lip and she felt herself relax against him. Even after so long, the familiarity between them remained. Oh, God. He tasted so good, she practically climbed him in an effort to get closer, her mouth never left his. Her toes tingled and Abby felt a stirring in the pit of her belly. It was too much. She broke the kiss and turned away.
“What’s wrong?” Breathless, he searched her face and reached for her arm. “Abby.” Afraid he did something wrong, he pulled her back to him. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“I’ve waited so long. For you, I mean. What if I disappoint you? My body isn’t so young anymore. What if you – “
He stopped her with a kiss.
“Don’t. Just let go, it’s okay. I gotcha.” He pulled her against him again, let self-control go to hell, and kissed her so long and hard her knees buckled. Smiling against her lips, he threaded his hands through her hair, holding the back of her head. He felt her surrender to him as the tension left her body bit by bit and her head fell back a little, her naked throat exposed to him. Tom ran his hands up her sides and felt her shiver as his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, then her mouth again.
Not to be outdone, Abby kissed Tom back with everything she had. Part of her wanted to run out the door and go home. What was I thinking, coming here? Have I suddenly gone stupid? But a bigger part of her knew she loved him, and nothing short of a tornado blowing through at that moment would have made her leave. She took his hands in hers and guided them to just beneath the hem of her t-shirt.
Tom’s fingertips followed along the edge of her shirt, barely skimming her back and stomach, before they ventured up to the sides of her breasts. He felt her tremble in response to his touch and decided it was time for her shirt to go.
Self-conscious of how her body had changed over the years, Abby’s first thought was to cover herself (or throw the quilt over his head and head for the door).
“Don’t. You’re beautiful,” he said. He peeled off the sweatshirt he wore over a white t-shirt that bore a faded team logo. In that second, Abby was on him, kissing him and pulling him down to the quilt on the floor.
“Sorry. I’m a total goner for a man in jeans and t-shirt, and you just look so damn good right now.” Abby leaned over him and let her hair brush across his chest. He reached up, gently pushed back a handful of hair from her face, and drew her mouth down to his. She stretched out along his body and lost her last bit of resolve at the feel of him beneath her.
Where have you been, Abby wondered as she kissed the pulse point on his neck and tasted his skin. Her mouth found his earlobe, which she took gently between her teeth and sampled with the tip of her tongue. He sighed and shifted beneath her. She knew she had him.
Instantly his mouth was everywhere on her skin. He raked his hands across anything he could reach, driving her crazy with delicious torture. Don’t stop. I’ll kill you if you stop. He dragged his mouth across her breast, following the lacy edge of her bra. He let his tongue slip under the lace, just enough to tease her.
“Tom…” She said his name like it was her lifeline, and pressed her fingers into the muscles of his back. I cannot take this. Overcome by desire, she reached for the button on his jeans.
“Um, we may have to cut these off of you. They’re a little wet. There’s that whole danger of chafing. You really don’t want that.”
“You have to make a crack like that now, right?” he laughed.
“Hey, my jeans are just as bad. And I really hope you’re not expecting to see a thong, cuz it’s not happening.”
He’s laughed as he rolled to his side, took her with him, his legs all tangled up with hers.
“You’re crazy, but I love you,” he said.
“I love you too. I’ve missed you so much for so long.” Abby said to the only man who ever truly had her heart. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here in front of me now.”
He kissed where the tears were, still holding her with one hand while the other hand traced the curve of her waist to her hip. He followed the edge of her jeans and stopped at the button.
“I don’t think you’ll be able to…oh, wait…..what are you..,” Abby gasped at the warmth of his hand sliding down her lower belly. And lower. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. How did he get that undone so fast?
“Could you possibly shut up?” he asked against her mouth. “Please?”
Tom pulled the quilt over them and began to love Abby with everything he’d kept inside for two decades. The passion poured out of them as they moved together, oblivious to everything except each other. Insatiable, they clung to each other as they neared the moment of release.
Abby cried out Tom’s name as she took him tumbling over the edge with her.