Abigail
"I don't hate you."
Finnegan rasped in a low and rough voice, his green eyes gazing softly at me.
"I needed air that night. I needed to get out of my own head before I said something I couldn't take back."
Really? Had I imagined the look on his face then?
His body shifted closer and something hard pressed against my belly. My breath caught at the feel of his cock pushing against my stomach through his pants
"In case you hadn't noticed." His mouth dropped to my ear, his voice also dropping lower to a seductive whisper that had me shuddering. "You drive me absolutely wild, Abigail."
Now what was a girl supposed to say to that? I didn't exactly like that he had abandoned me at the penthouse and we should talk about things before this got intense or out of hand.
I mean the decorators were right outside in his office.
So, why was my hand wrapping around the hard length of his cock through his trousers?
