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Her brain might be saying “no” but her body was saying “take me.”
“It’s very sexy.” He leaned over and brushed his lips to her forehead. “It tempts a man to kiss it away.”
“You really do want me.” For just a moment, Abbie was filled with the wonder of having a man like Ian desire her. “Was there ever any doubt?” His voice was dry and incredulous. “I’ve been panting after you all week like an eager puppy. My cock has been hard since the first day we met.”
“I’d like to think we’ve become friends, Ian.” “Sweetheart, you’ve become more than just a friend to me,” he drawled in a self-mocking voice. “But if friendship is all I can have, I’ll take it.
“She’ll be done tomorrow,” he grumbled to himself as he wiped his arms and chest. He wondered if he could find a way to drag out the project. Just the thought of not seeing her smile every day made his blood turn cold.
Would he ever see her again after the project was done? They had become friends, but he wanted so much more.
He knew he’d never find another woman like her. It had taken him thirty-four years to find perfection and he didn’t want to let her go.
He got up every day looking forward to seeing her and fell asleep each night with her image in his mind.
One more day and he’d be saying goodbye to Abbie. He needed to face it and deal with it. He ran his hand over his chest as he felt an ache that was as much physical as mental. He had gone thirty-four years without truly feeling the pain of heartbreak. “Christ! This one is going to hurt,” he whispered to himself, trying to catch his breath.
As he made his way upstairs he knew that separation from Abbie was going to make up for every time he had never had his heart broken. He was about to be completely shattered.
“Okay, just let me put some clothes on and then we’ll talk. Whatever is wrong, I’ll take care of it, baby.”
“I want you, Ian. Please.” Her voice was still shaky as she continued. “I thought you were just flirting or wanted a one-night stand with an available woman. It never occurred to me that you might really just want me. That you might care for me.”
“Jesus, Abbie! Why would you think that? I care so much it’s killing me.”
“It’s clear that someone hurt you, Abbie. I hate it. I hate whoever did it. I’m here to listen if you want to talk about it. Please don’t ever think that I don’t care.”
“Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.” His words held a warning that warmed Abbie to her toes. “If that’s a threat, it’s not working very well. I don’t want you to let me go.”
“Abbie…my scars,” Ian’s voice was urgent and embarrassed. Abbie tossed the towel to the other side of the room as she stroked his magnificent chest. “There is no part of you that I don’t find absolutely gorgeous, Ian. To me, you’re the most handsome, sexy man alive.”
“I’m so sorry he hurt you, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair, easing all of her tension away. “But at the same time, I’m glad he left you for me to love. I adore you. Everything about you is perfect.” He hesitated a moment before he added casually, “If you just tell me where he lives, I’ll teach him a lesson about how to treat a lady.”
“I feel the same way, Abbie. Don’t ever think that I don’t. I can’t do without you anymore. It would kill me.”
