Page 73 of Running Home to You
“You won’t have time for that,” she said.
Kate smirked. “No. I won’t.”
“Berkeley isn’t interested,” Abby said, though she grinned now.
“They will be if they know you are. Plus, Skip will put in a good word. He’d help you play for the Yankees if it means you’ll help him win gold.”
Abby brushed back Kate’s hair, eyes turning glassy. “You’re serious? You really want me to come?”
“I want all of you,” she whispered before pulling her back down.
Even after consent, Abby moved with caution. She carefully suckled Kate’s throat, drawing out moans, but it was Kate who dipped her hands beneath her shirt first. And Abby, ever accommodating, removed it. Kate shivered. She’d filched glances before, on the road and in the locker room, but never like this. Never did she permitherself to ogle, let alone trace her breasts and the ripples along her stomach.
When it was Abby’s turn, her hands at the clasp of Kate’s bra, she pulled back for the question she would ask over and over that night. “Is this okay?”
Kate nodded. “Yes.”
Her bra disappeared in a flash. Kate resisted rolling her eyes at how easily Abby did it with a snap of her fingers because, in another flash, a light graze moved across her nipple. She held her breath, stiffened, then thawed under the touch. Abby massaged her breasts, tender enough for trust, but bold enough to build her up to more. To harder kisses and heaviness, as if to match the hammer in her heart. When she adjusted to the thrill, leaving her certain of the next step, she drew back for two important words.
“The bedroom,” she whispered.
They kissed on the bed, and then it was time for Abby’s bra. Kate fumbled on the first try, a little shaky, but Abby never stopped kissing her. She simply reached back to help. Kate shivered at the first trace of her breasts. At Abby opening Kate’s hand to grab more. At their chests pressing together and heaving as one. And between the shallow breaths, Kate knew she needed the rest. All of Abby’s skin on her skin.
Their legs linked, so that a light, equal pressure hit the perfect spot, and when Abby’s hand paused at the hem of Kate’s dress, she nodded.
“Don’t stop,” Kate whispered.
But Abby paused anyway. “Are you sure?”
Kate grabbed her cheeks and pulled her face back down, bringing their foreheads together. “I want you.”
Abby’s chin wobbled before the corners of her mouth twisted upward. “Okay,” she whispered. “But we can stop whenever you want.”
“Abby.” She caught her breath and smiled. “I don’t want you to stop.”
In response, she groaned a rough, sex-charged rumble that lit fire in Kate’s stomach.
Abby’s hand made a slow journey beneath her dress, settling at her hip, fingering the edge of her underwear. Kate wished she hadn’t worn something so chaste, cotton and sexless, just as she also wished that she’d shaved, but she hadn’t planned for this. In fact, she was certain that if she had planned for it, set a date and discussed it, she might’ve backed out. Plunging in, playing the game without that mechanical form, was exactly what she required.
More questions, more yeses gasped into Abby’s mouth, and soon her underwear slipped away. Her clothes vanished. She was naked for the first time with someone else. The first hint of fear hit her. But Abby met her in the same place. Removed her clothes and lay beside her.
“You’re beautiful.” Abby traced her cheek, eyes ablaze and a little watery.
Kate swallowed through tightness in her throat. “So are you.”
They stayed there a beat, facing each other on their sides. If Kate ever doubted her sexuality, for all the times she told herself it was just infatuation and curiosity, this confirmed otherwise. The curves, lines, joints, the plush and taut that could only be of a woman, left her ravenous. She craved it, dripped for it, nearly balked at its beauty.
Kate gasped when all of them aligned and touched. Abby kissed her forehead, confirmed she was okay as Kate caught her breath in her neck. They stayed there, arms around each other, as if adjusting to new waters in the light sweat and shaking. When her body leveled out, she cupped Abby’s cheeks and nodded.
Then Abby touched her. Two, maybe three fingers, she wasn’t sure. They skated across in a precise, slick stroke and Kate moaned from somewhere deep and unknown. She clutched Abby’s back and buried her face in her. Abby asked again, and Kate could hardly choke out, “Yes.” Her hips choked it out too, pushing, searching for those fingers. And when they returned, her ever-active brain short-circuited, bringing it to the most beautiful of silences, allowing the rest of her to simply feel.
Her hips widened to welcome the pressure, the careful circles, andthe dance that her body somehow knew the rhythm of. And just as she fully freed herself, eyes sealed, her mouth parted for an unavoidable hum, Abby brought herself lower. A gentle suck on her breasts, then a trail of kisses down her stomach, and lower, until another move would bring her to the very spot.
Fingers didn’t make her feel as inexperienced as Abby’s face inches from her. “You trust me?” She fluttered a kiss to the inside of her knee.
Kate gulped and nodded.
“You’re perfect.” Abby uttered it like a melody and followed it with a husky coax, the same one from the field. “Relax for me.”
