The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

there was hope for the man after all.
    “What was that all about?” Abby asked quietly.
    Russ shrugged. “Nothing. Just some guy talk.”
    When the attendants pulled his truck and Bradford’s Beemer to a stop in front of them, Russ helped Abby into the passenger side, then walked around to slide in behind the steering wheel. He forgot all about the other couple when she gave him a smile that sent his blood pressure soaring.
    “Are you ready to get out of that tux, cowboy?” she murmured.
    As much as he’d like to consider himself an honorable man, Russ knew that tonight he didn’t have a choice. He was going to be selfish and make love to her one last time before he had to let her go.
    Forcing a smile, he nodded. “I’m not only ready to get out of this monkey suit, I’m ready to get you out of that sexy little green dress.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, her tone so seductive that his heart went into overdrive and the blood in his veins began to heat.
    The ride to The Vines was made in relative silence, and as soon as Russ closed the cottage door behind them, he took Abby into his arms. Resting his forehead against hers, he stared down into her luminous green eyes.
    “I’ve wanted to do something all evening,” he said, finding it extremely hard to draw his next breath.
    Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled. “You mean besides taking off my dress?”
    Nodding, he reached up to cup her soft cheeks with his hands as he lowered his head. “I’ve wanted to do this.”
    He pressed his lips to hers as he once again explored and tasted the most perfect woman he’d ever known. He was determined to commit every detail of this night to memory, to make their loving something neither of them would ever forget. But when he moved to deepen the kiss, Abby had ideas of her own.
    When she slipped her tongue inside to stroke and tease his, the flame igniting in his soul threatened to consume him. She was arousing him in ways he’d never believed possible, and he wasn’t even sure she realized it.
    As her lips moved over his, her hands busily worked at the stud fasteners of his shirt, and in no time at all she pushed the lapels aside to place her palms on his chest.
    She broke the kiss, and the smile she gave him caused his heart to stop completely, then start racing at breakneck speed. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and he wondered what she was planning next.
    But he ceased thinking altogether when she began to kiss his collarbone, then nibble her way down to the pads of his pectoral muscles. Every touch of her soft lips on his rapidly heating skin sent a tiny charge of electric current shooting straight through him. But when she touched his flat nipple with her lips, then slowly teased it with her tongue, he felt as if he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.
    “H-honey…” His voice sounded like a rusty hinge, and he had to stop to clear his throat. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to cause me to have a heart attack.”
    The sultry look she gave him when she raised her head sent a shaft of desire coursing through every cell in his body. “Do you want me to stop?”
    He swallowed hard in an attempt to moisten the cotton coating his throat. “No.”
    “Good.” Smiling, she took his hand and led him toward his bedroom. “I’m feeling a little experimental tonight. Do you mind?”
    The suggestive tone in her velvet voice, the look of hunger in her pretty emerald eyes and the images of what she might have in mind sent a shaft of deep need straight to his groin. What man in his right mind would object to a beautiful woman wanting to have her way with him?
    “I don’t mind at all,” he said, struggling to draw some much-needed oxygen into his deprived lungs. “This is starting to get real interesting.”
    When they were standing beside his bed, he wondered what she intended to do next. He didn’t have long to wait to find out when she slid his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders, then unfastened his cuff links and removed his shirt.
    Fascinated by every move she made, he sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her hands touching his belly as she worked the button free at his waistband. But when she eased the tab of his fly down, her slender fingers brushed against the cotton fabric covering his insistent erection, and he had to grit his teeth against the intense sensations tightening his body.
    “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take,” he said through gritted