Abby met his gaze, her eyes still dazed from their kiss. She let go of his shirt that she had been clutching and slid her arms around his neck. She let her gaze travel down the length of him, over the broad shoulders and strong chest, the narrow waist and hips and back up to that dark, brooding face. Remembering how it had felt the last time she had been in his arms and the things they had done to each other. She looked into EJ's dark eyes, that were as black as night now, and knew one thing, she couldn't resist him. Why, she wasn't sure. Any other man she could have walked away from, his brother Chad coming to mind. But not EJ. Never EJ. Never in her whole life, she realized, had she felt the way she felt with EJ. She let her worst impulses, the ones she secretly held locked up inside her, fly free. Abby raised her hands again, cupped his cheeks and pulled his head back down to hers before wrapping her arms around his neck. His mouth was warm and luscious against hers and she kissed him with an almost urgent need. Oh, yes, she needed this. She needed him.

The feel of her cool, silky-skinned fingers brushing his neck made EJ's breathing stop. He desperately wanted those hands all over him. He pictured them stroking lightly over his body, exploring, learning, teasing. Still he had to make sure that this was what she wanted; that there would be no regrets or shame if, no when, they slept together again.

"Is this what you really want?" he asked her heatedly.

"It's what I want, EJ." She licked her suddenly dry lips and said it, boldly, "I want you, EJ. I want you to make love to me."

EJ managed to remain motionless for a moment longer before he grabbed her face and started to kiss her again, running his hands down her back and over the curve of her ass at the same time. Abby could feel him growing hard against her stomach. He groaned and fumbled with her skirts, pulling and yanking them up. She felt a draft of cool air on her bare legs, and then his hot hands were on her ass before his fingers traveled around to her front and slid inside her. Abby gasped at the sensation of those fingers in her and the amazing feelings they were producing inside. She held on to his shoulders as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, and headed in the direction of where she assumed the bedroom was located.

He opened the door impatiently, slamming it shut with his foot and walked over to the king-size bed in the middle of the room. He lowered her down onto the bed, holding himself above her. Her clothes were in disarray and her lips were bruised and swollen from his kisses. Irresistible, he thought, as he bent down to lick at her lips, playing with her tongue as slowly he undressed her. When he was done, he lowered himself between her legs, rubbing his erection against her clit, sending her into a frenzy of need. Abby's hips jerked beneath his and he smiled, tugging on her lower lip with his teeth.

"Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" he asked as he continued the slide of his cock against her clit.

"Yes, yes, EJ," she groaned as he moved his head down to her breasts, sucking and tweaking her nipples.

"Oh, God, EJ," she moaned while holding his head to her chest in a tight grip.

"Do you like that?" he asked against her breast.

"Oh, God, yes!"

Her hands were shaking now, moving down to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back like tiny claws. The slight pain coupled with the pleasure of her fingers clawing at his back almost made EJ come. Mine, he thought, as he looked down at her and slowly slid into her. He buried his face in her hair and groaned at the sensation of being fully inside her. Everything after that was a whirlwind of limbs as he fucked her hard and deep. Bringing her close to an orgasm, he slowed his movements when he felt she was almost there. And so it went on, over and over again, building her up only to bring her back down in a slow, sensual torture. Finally, pinning her wrists above her head, he sped up his movements, pounding into her mercilessly.

"EJ," she screamed as she came, biting down on his shoulder hard. With one long, hard thrust, EJ came inside Abigail as he licked and sucked at her neck with such force, it was sure to leave a mark. He moved off of her and, rolling her to the side, held her in his arms. They stayed like this forever. Each of them reluctant to break the comfortable silence that had sprung up between them in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Mine. The thought had come out of nowhere in his head just like before. Mine, his mind repeated, as his grip tightened on Abigail and they both drifted off to sleep.

Abigail woke up slowly, at first, disoriented by her surroundings. She felt the strong arm wrapped around her waist and remembered where she was and exactly what she'd been doing. She laid there for awhile staring at EJ, watching the rise and fall of his chest and how relaxed he looked as he slept, afraid to move and lose this moment between them. He was laying on his back breathing deeply, his body still sweat-slicked from their wild lovemaking, one arm flung over his head and the other still gripping her waist. He had told her before how beautiful she was, but laying here looking at him like this, she couldn't help but think he was the beautiful one. Abby chuckled to herself thinking about the expression of horror he would make if she ever dared call him beautiful. Laying here looking at him like this, she was deeply aware of how much she wanted to wake up next to him all the time and that, because he was engaged to Sami, she never would. Maybe, she should leave before he woke up and she had to see the regret in his eyes and hear, yet again, that this was a mistake that shouldn't have happened. It seemed it was a mistake that they couldn't stop repeating. Her heart clenching, Abby sat up carefully so she wouldn't wake him, but she must have made a small sound because he lifted his head and looked at her. For a moment, she stared, spellbound, into his dark eyes that looked back at her with the same intensity. Then she remembered she was naked and all the things he had said and done to her. The things he had done with his hands and his mouth and his body and how she had reacted wildly to each and everything. She could feel her face turning red at the memory of it.

EJ looked at Abigail's red face, a long, slow smile curving his lips, as he guessed the reason for her suddenly going beet-red. She was still innocent in so many ways and he found her shy, innocence endearing. He cupped her face and after, gently kissing her lips, rolled her on top of him. He looked up at her, her long, blond hair cascading around them like a curtain, and was thrown yet again by how incredibly beautiful he found her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, sweetheart?" he asked her as she continued to gaze shyly at him.

EJ moved his thumb in a caress over her neck and the underside of her chin while his gaze slid to her mouth. She lowered her lashes and he found himself waiting, almost with bated breath, for her to raise her eyes to his again. When she did, he saw that her expression was filled with wonder and a rekindling desire. Again, he found himself thrown by her beauty and everything about her. Or, if he was to be perfectly honest, almost...enchanted. Watching him stare at her lips sent Abigail's pulse racing in excitement. She was intensely aware of their closeness, of her breasts brushing his chest, of how their bodies were practically fused together. He cradled her head, tilting it till her lips met his and then he kissed her, soft and sweet and slow. She responded, passionately, by pulling his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it, nearly killing him with the force of his insatiable desire for her. She shuddered and moaned, tightening her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing to me, EJ?" she managed on a gasp as he broke away from her to suck on her earlobes and trail kisses down her neck before finally drawing her in again for a kiss that was anything but gentle.

With a smirk of satisfaction at the way he was making Abigail feel, EJ reached up to her breasts, squeezing them in his hands before taking the tip of one and then the other in his mouth. She was writhing above him now in a frenzy and screamed out in pleasure when he finally entered her, setting a slow rhythm. Although she was still a sexual novice, it didn't take her long to catch on to what he wanted and she began to ride him, at first slow and then faster as his fingers toyed with the nub between her legs. He felt her body tense and ripple and, with a few quick strokes on her clit, watched her as she came apart in his arms with a little scream. He flipped her over on her back and, plunged into her and with one, two, three thrusts, convulsed inside her with a harsh cry of his own, collapsing on top of her. She smiled dreamily as she curled her arms around him and let him rest his long, lean frame against her. Finally, Abby realized that his weight was almost to much for her slender body to bear and she wiggled a little beneath him until he rolled off her to lay on his side, facing her.

"So what now, EJ?" she asked him uncertainly. "Do we go back to our lives, swearing that this will never happen again? Because that's really worked out well so far."