The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

teeth. Reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress, he smiled. “As good as you look in this little green number, you’re going to look better out of it.”
    He wasn’t prepared for her to step back and shake her head. “Not yet, cowboy. You’ve been exploring my body for the past few days. Now it’s my turn to explore yours.”
    When she smiled and ran her finger down his chest and belly to the waistband at the top of his briefs, his pulse roared in his ears. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
    Her smile just about turned him wrong side out. “That’s because you’re so good at making love to me.”
    His heart pounded inside his chest like an out-of-controljackhammer. “I think…there’s something…you should know.” He felt as if he’d run a long-distance marathon. “If you keep touching me and…talking that way, I’m not going…to be able to take much in the way of exploration.”
    “Really?” She held his gaze with hers as she slowly pushed his slacks down to his knees.
    “Not much at all,” he said, sounding strangled. He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to slow the fire building in the pit of his belly.
    Straightening, she slid her fingers beneath the elastic band of his briefs, then eased the cotton fabric over his arousal and down his thighs. Her touch just about sent him into orbit. But when she took him into her soft, warm hands, he felt as if his head might shoot off his shoulders like a Roman candle.
    Abby used her fingers to trace his length and girth while she cupped the softness below with her other palm. The rush of desire that coursed straight to his groin made him light-headed.
    He caught her hands in his and placed them on his chest. “Honey, don’t get me wrong. What you’re doing feels good. Real good. But if you keep that up, in about two seconds flat, I’m going to disappoint both of us.”
    “I’m making you feel that good?” she asked, looking pleased.
    Russ groaned. “If it felt any better, I’d probably setthe house on fire.” He finished shucking his slacks and briefs, then, kicking them aside, he reached for her. “Now it’s time for a little retaliation.”
    Her dimples appeared as a slow grin curved her sensuous lips. “What did you have in mind?”
    He held her close as he slid the zipper down the length of her back with one hand. “I’ve been wanting to take this dress off you all evening,” he said, kissing the satiny skin along the column of her neck.
    Raising his head, he held her gaze with his, placed his hands on her shoulders and brushed the garment down her arms to let it fall into a pool around her feet. But when he noticed what she had on under the Kellygreen silk, his heart stalled and his knees threatened to fold beneath him.
    The scraps of satin and lace barely covered her and couldn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, be called underwear. Underwear was sensible and made of cotton. What Abby wore was definitely lingerie. And damned sexy lingerie, at that.
    “I’m glad I didn’t know you were wearing this under your dress,” he said, touching the lace garter belt holding up her nylons.
    “Why?” The heightened color on her porcelain cheeks, and her breathless tone, told him that she was as turned on as he was.
    He grinned as he unhooked the closure at the valleyof her breasts. “I would have spent the entire evening trying to hide the fact that I was hard as hell.” Pulling the straps from her shoulders, he tossed the scrap of lace aside, then filled his hands with her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, lowering his head to take one coral nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue over the tight peak, he tasted her, then sucked the tight bud until she moaned with pleasure. “Do you like that?”
    “Mmm.”
    “Want me to stop?”
    “I’ll never forgive you if you do.” She traced her fingers over his own puckered flesh. “Does that feel as good to you as it does when you touch me?”
    He closed his eyes as a shudder ran the length of him. “Oh, yeah.”
    Before she could do anything else that threatened to send him over the edge, he removed the garter belt, nylons and the miniscule triangle at the apex of her thighs. Then, pulling back the colorful quilt, he smiled. “Let’s get into bed.”
    Her smile sent his hormones racing. “Okay. But keep in mind, I’m not finished experimenting.”
    Groaning, he stretched out on the bed. He was so hot and ready for her, he was sure the sweet torture she