Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 15

“I wish I would’ve known you were going to do that,” she says with a low chuckle. “I would've showered first.”

I roll to the side next to her and kiss her bare shoulder. “You're fine, I love tasting you. And you can shower here, I have plenty of extra towels.” My hand moves to her breast, and I draw small circles around her pebbling, pink nipple.

Her cheeks flush with warmth and her body jolts from my teasing touch as she shakes her head. “As much as I'd love that, I don’t have a change of clothes.”

A moan flows from her parted lips when I gently tug and tweak at her erect nub. “I'll buy you some new clothes,” I respond, the image of her caressing her soapy, naked body flashing through my mind causes my cock to harden to an almost unbearable amount.

“No, I should go home,” she breathes, her voice throaty and full of lust. “Claire and Amy are probably worried sick about me.”

There’s a twinge of disappointment that’s threatening to overcome my arousal. As much as I want Abby to stay with me, I know she needs to check in with her two best friends. They haven't heard from her since she first got to my house last night.

“Ok, I'll take you home soon,” I tell her and stroke her cheek. A low grumbling sound releases from her smooth belly. “But I’m cooking you breakfast first.”

I'll never get tired of taking care of her.

Abby

There's a knot in my stomach when Luke turns the car into the parking lot of my apartment complex. The idea of being away from him is flooding me with dread.

I can't believe how quickly I've become attached to him. I've never been the clingy type, but with Luke it’s different. My body wants nothing more than to be near him all day long.

He parks the car and turns off the engine. I try to keep my breathing steady when I turn to face him to thank him for the ride, but before I can get the words out, his lips capture mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

By the time he pulls away, my heart is pounding beneath my chest, and warm wetness streams down my inner thighs. “Be ready by 6pm,” he tells me and brushes a strand of hair away from my face.