The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

captive, her soft warmth surrounding him like a velvet glove, his own body pulsed involuntarily inside of hers and he had to grit his teeth against the red-hot need.
    She opened her eyes, and her lips curved up in a shy smile. “That was an intriguing sensation.”
    Feeling the pressure around him begin to ease, Russ managed a smile. “That’s just one of many interesting feelings.”
    He kissed her forehead and eased his hips back, then forward, as he watched for any sign that he might be causing her more discomfort. When he saw none, he closed his eyes and fought the surge of heat urging him to complete the act of loving her.
    “Russ?”
    “What?”
    “Please make love to me.” Her throaty request sent a wave of desire straight to his groin, and he couldn’t have stopped himself if his life depended on it.
    Slowly rocking against her, he held her soft body to his and fought for restraint. But when Abby began to move with him, to meet him in the sensual dance of love, he thought he’d go up in a blaze of glory.
    But all too soon, he felt her body begin to tighten around his, felt her inner muscles cling to him in an effort to hold him even closer. He knew she was close, and quickening the pace, Russ concentrated on bringing her as much pleasure as he possibly could.
    Strengthening his thrusts, he felt her inner muscles quiver around him as her passion overtook her and she gave into the storm. Her moist heat pulsing around him, the bite of her nails scoring his skin as she grasped his shoulders and the sound of her crying his name, added to his own rapidly building climax. Groaning her name, he held her to him as he gave in to the fierce need stiffening his body. Then, surging into her one final time, he shuddered as he rode wave after wave of his own release.
    When the last of the tremors passed, he buried his face in her soft auburn hair and tried to draw some much-needed oxygen into his lungs. “Are you all right?”
    “Oh, Russ.”
    Her broken whisper caused him to feel sick inside. Raising his head, cold fear snaked up his spine, and he cursed himself as a low-down, sorry excuse for a man when he saw tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
    “Oh, God, Abby. I swear I tried to be gentle. I didn’t mean—”
    She placed her fingers to his lips to stop him. “I’m fine, Russ.”
    “Then why are you crying?” he asked, wiping the moisture from her cheeks.
    “That was the most beautiful experience of my life.” She gave him a watery smile. “Thank you.”
    Relief flowed through him as he levered himself to her side, then gathered her to him. “No, honey. Thank you for the most meaningful experience of my life.”
    Yawning, she snuggled against him. “Is it always like that, Russ?”
    He rested his cheek against her head and enjoyed the feel of her warm breath on his bare chest. “Only when it’s the right man and the right woman.”
    “Mmm.” She yawned again. “You’re most definitely the right man.”
    “And you’re the right woman,” he said, kissing the top of her head. As he listened to her breathing become shallow, his chest tightened at the realization that he’d never find another woman who felt as right in his arms as Abby.
    After she drifted off to sleep, Russ lay awake thinking about what they’d shared. Abby had waited a long time to explore her sexuality, and he was honored and humbled that she’d chosen him to be the first man she shared herself with.
    But even as grateful as he felt that she’d trusted him to be the man she gifted with her virginity, he knew that nothing could come of their relationship. His life wasat The Vines, working for the people who had opened their home to him when he’d had no one to turn to and nowhere else to go.
    Besides, Abby deserved the best, and he had very little to offer her. Hell, he didn’t even have his own place. What would a well-educated woman like Abby want with a man who had nothing more than a high-school diploma and a secondary degree from the school of hard knocks?
    Her life on a Nebraska farm was one that he could only dream of, and although he’d mentioned visiting her, they both knew that wasn’t likely to happen. She would return to Crawley, start her veterinary practice and forget he existed. While he would never, as long as he lived, get over holding perfection, then having to let it go.
    Russ released a frustrated breath. Abby would be leaving in another week or so, and even though he’d have a hell of a