The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

enough air to breathe was becoming more difficult with each passing second, and the ability to think, all but impossible. But when her question registered in his oxygen-deprived brain, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You mean the Paradise Trail?”
    Her slumberous smile tightened his body further. “That’s not really what it’s called, is it?”
    “Paradise Trail, Treasure Trail, Straight Line to Heaven—it’s known by a variety of names,” he said, shrugging.
    She laughed, and the sound was one of the sweetest he’d ever heard. “You’ve got to be kidding. I can’t believe the way you guys name everything.”
    “Nope. I’m not kidding.” Giving her a meaningful smile, he took her into his arms and leaned down to whisper close to her ear. “As soon as we get into bed, I intend to give you a refresher course on just how that little line got its name.”
    “I—I’m going to hold you to that, cowboy.” She shivered against him, and the feel of her soft, pink T-shirt brushing his chest reminded him that they had several barriers between them before he could do that.
    “Let’s get undressed so I can show you.”
    He caught her gaze with his, and together they silently removed each other’s clothes. When the last article dropped to the mingled pile of his and her clothing, he drew her to him. The feel of her warm body against his sent a shock wave all the way to his soul and caused him to harden to an almost-painful state.
    Her nipples scored his skin, and he didn’t think twice about lowering his head to take one of the tight peaks into his mouth. Pleasuring first one coral peak, then the other, he was rewarded by her moan of delight and the way she had to grasp his biceps for support. He loved giving her pleasure.
    But when she arched into his embrace, the feel of his erection pressing into her soft lower belly threatened tobuckle his knees and had him wondering how much longer he’d be able to keep them both on their feet. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her the short distance to place her in the middle of his king-size bed.
    Gazing down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, he did his best to commit every detail of the moment to memory. Her silky hair spread across his pillow, the passion in her pretty emerald eyes and the contrast of her porcelain skin against the navy-blue sheets was a sight he knew for certain he’d remember for the rest of his life.
    When he stretched out beside her, he took her into his arms and, lowering his head, traced her lips with his tongue. She opened for him and he slipped inside, reveling in the way she moaned and pressed herself to him.
    Lost in reacquainting himself with her sweetness, in bringing her to new heights of passion with his kiss, Russ was completely unprepared when she moved her delicate hand down his side, then circled him with her soft palm. Her innocent touch sent a surge of red-hot desire racing through him and robbed him of the ability to breathe.
    “H-honey, what—” he had to stop and grit his teeth against the wave of intense pleasure streaking through every cell of his being “—do you think you’re doing?”
    “I hope I’m making you feel good,” she whispered.
    The husky sound of her voice and her warm breathfeathering over his skin sent a flash of heat straight to his groin. Russ could no more have stopped himself from moving into her innocent touch than he could stop the ocean waves from crashing onto the shore.
    But as she stroked his fevered flesh with her soft palms, then explored the heavy softness below, Russ groaned deeply and reached to take her hands in his. Lifting them to his mouth, he kissed her fingertips and shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong. I love what you’re doing. But much more of this and I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”
    “Really?”
    He nodded as he placed her hands on his shoulders, then pulled her more fully against him. “I plan on being inside of you for the grand finale.” He kissed the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. “And when I go, I fully intend to take you over the edge with me.”
    “Russ, please make love to me.” Her throaty plea sent his blood pressure soaring.
    Reaching into the nightstand’s drawer, he removed one of the small foil packets he’d placed there earlier and tore it open. But to his surprise, when he started to arrange their protection, Abby took it from him.
    “Do you mind if I help?”
    Swallowing hard, he