Chapter Ten

At this Abby began to cry in earnest. Carter leaned over and held her as best he could with two wicker chairs in the way. When she finally quieted down he whispered, “Is that a no?”

She almost shouted her answer. “No, it’s a yes! Yes!” She stood up and closed the distance between them easily, before he could even stand. She sat on his lap and they were face to face. “John Truman Carter I love you back.” She was still sniffing a little. “You make me so happy.” They smiled into each other’s eyes and his hands came up to the back of her neck, absently playing with the tendrils of hair falling from her drooping ponytail. She shivered.

“Cold?”

She shook her head. She was getting lost in his eyes. They were so deep and so like Will’s that her chest tightened and her hands found his face again. She rubbed them lightly over the stubble that grew there and leaned toward him. Their lips brushed against one another, rediscovering and relearning the patters and shapes.

Soon, though, this wasn’t enough. They each grew more aggressive and needing in their discoveries until they broke apart panting.

“Abby, as much as I love these chairs, I don’t think they’re conducive to what’s going to happen next.”

She smiled at him, and stood, taking his hand and leading him back into the house. She walked down the hall, but instead of going to her bedroom, she veered off toward the living room. “I don’t want Will to wake up.” Carter nodded, remembering the crib near the head of her bed.

She pulled an afghan off the couch and spread it on the carpeted floor. “Is this okay?” She asked, a little nervously.

He kissed her again and said, “It’s perfect.”

They each lowered themselves until they were kneeling, kissing feverishly, hands moving everywhere. He let his hands move down her back and under the hem of her shirt. Her skin felt just as it used to, soft as paper. Groaning softly, he tugged the hem upward and she immediately lifted her arms so that he could pull it all the way off.

Her skin was hot, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted to feel it on every part of his body and so he quickly took off his own shirt. Pulling her to him, he relished the thought that they were chest to chest, stomach to stomach, bared to each other.

The kissing resumed and he was just about to lower her onto her back when they heard a small wail coming from her bedroom. They broke apart immediately. “Will…” Abby looked at Carter. “I have to go check on him.”

“Let me go,” he said softly. He got up quietly and she could hear him talking to Will, soothing him.

After about ten minutes, Carter came back and said with great import, “Poopy diaper.”

She laughed out loud. “It must have been the carrots.”

She stared at him framed in the doorway. He was wearing his jeans and socks, nothing else. She wanted him near her again and so she held up her hand to him. He moved toward her and took it, then lowered himself down to her.

They quickly shed the rest of their clothes and pausing in their kisses long enough to position themselves, Carter entered her, slowly at first, easing in and out with a gentleness she remembered well. When she was ready he pushed harder until she was holding all of him. They both gasped at the sensation of it. And they lay there still, waiting the feeling to subside a bit before they continued, but neither could wait that long. Abby began to move her hips and Carter, groaning in response, moved in time with her.

It was fast because they were both so ready and within a few minutes they were each climaxing hard.

They lay there afterward, enjoying the feel of the other’s body in such close proximity to their own.

Sometime during the night, they moved from the living room floor to Abby’s bed. Quietly, so as not to wake Will again, they got into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.