NO STRINGS ATTACHED

TWENTY

                         Not bothering to pull back the quilt, Nick laid her down on the bed and covered her with his big body, his weight on his elbows. He stared down at her as she trembled lightly, then his lips came down on her pink ones, his mouth plundering hers.

He reached for the top button of her shirt. His fingers brushing against her skin; jaw clenched. Straddling her, he eased her out of the shirt, she wore no bra.

"Take off your shirt." She said softly.

His hands weren't quite steady as he undid the buttons, and more than anything, touched her the most. He was a man of both self control and restraint. The fact that she could make him loose that control filled her with a mixture of wonder and excitement. Deliberately, she reached for the button of his pants and then slowly eased it down. He stood and so did she.

She eased her shorts down her hips and kicked them away.

"Black lace," he said huskily. Then with sudden impatience, rid himself of his jeans and boxers and attacked her, both landing on the bed.

He slid his mouth down her throat, finding her breast, his hips pressing her into the bed. Abby gloried in all his weight as she wrapped her arms around him. Sensation bored through her, hot and imperative. With sensuality she played with the hair at the back of his head, then her hand traveled down to his waist and then beyond.

Briefly he lifted his hips, granting her access, and she found his center, hot, ready and enticing. He groaned deep in his throat as she wrapped her small hand around his man hood. He buried his face in her shoulder, his heart pounding widely.

As though he couldn't help himself no more, he eased her legs apart and plunged into her deeply.

"Nick!" Abby snapped with delight, welcoming every inch of him. His fierce thrust pushing her to the edge. She raked her nails down his back, felt him shudder and bit down on her shoulder. She squeezed his butt and heard him let out a short laugh.

"I missed you so much," he said roughly and looked deep into her eyes. Abby felt tears burn her eyes and she instinctively shut them. "Don't shy away from me, Abbigail."

"I'm sorry," Abby stared up at him as a tear rolled down her cheek.  "God! I'm gonna -----"

"I love you." He said roughly as his fierce thrust pushed her completely off the edge, causing her to cry out his name.

He convulsed within her, his own cry echoing in her ears. Then he collapsed on top of her.

Abby lay very still, and for several minutes, neither of them could have said a word to save their souls. Gradually, both came back to themselves, two hearts racing as one and a feeling of peace and fulfilment.

Abruptly, Nick raised his head. "I'm sorry that was over before it begun."

A slow smile spread across Abby's face. "Its my fault, I was the greedy one, too impatient to have you. I couldn't bear to wait another second."

"How about we try again ... In five minutes, and maybe we can both restrain ourselves to last more than five minutes." He grinned widely down at her.

"You were timing us!" Abby let out a laugh. She never knew laughter was apart of love making.

He grinned sheepishly. Abby brought her hands to Nick's face, searching out the hard planes of his jaw and cheekbones. It was then she'd noticed small lines at the corners of his eyes and the faint beard growing back.