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Abby would bet on the latter.
Connor hummed to the music when he danced. She remembered he loved music and had taught himself guitar after finding one in the trash. Now, the vibration of his voice against her ear was an aphrodisiac sensation spreading through her body.
“Do you still play the guitar?” she asked.
“I do. Helps mellow me when I’m not able to sleep.”
“You used to sleep half the day away,” she teased.
His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It was the drugs. Without them, I had to find ways of occupying my mind. Playing music helps.”
The more time Abby spent with Connor, the more she noticed the subtle ways he’d changed…matured. On the surface he looked the same, but now his eyes were clear and held a bit of sadness that had never been there before.
Perhaps she could take away some of the sadness. Tilting her head up, she pressed a light kiss to his lips.
Connor froze at the press of Abby’s lips against his. They were warm and soft…familiar and yet not.
The old Connor would have devoured her. Rather, he held her tight, inhaling her sweet floral scent, and wanting to cherish the feel and taste of her. Even though it had been almost a decade since they’d touched like this, all the old feelings came crashing back to him.
Teaching her to surf…bonfires on the beach…swimming in the moonlight…making love.
Endless hours of making love.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he sipped from her lips, small nips meant to arouse and seduce. And from the way Abby was pressing against him, as though she were trying to climb into his body, she was both.
Wanting her was no surprise. Abby had always been his kryptonite. He’d been with his share of women after moving to Florida. They each were nice, but he’d hoped to find a spark…something special to make him want more than one night or a few weeks.
Feelings he’d never experienced with anyone except Abby.
Even after everything they’d been through, their chemistry hadn’t dimmed.
The enormity of it threatened to overwhelm him.
He broke away and whispered in her ear, “Let’s walk on the beach.”
She nodded, and he led her through the crowd, stopping so she could grab her bag and to let Jason know they were leaving.
Outside, he breathed in the warm air that held a hint of salt and dampness from the sea. He pulled Abby beside him and across the boardwalk until they descended the stairs, needing the feel of the cool sand on his feet.
Ever since rehab, he’d recognized the signs of when things overwhelmed him. In the past, he’d pop pills or smoke a joint to tamp it down. But he refused to give in to the temptation, even when the weight of everything seemed to press in on him.
“Slow down, Con. I can’t keep up with my ankle,” Abby said.
He slowed. “Sorry…I forgot.”
He kicked off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs and waited while Abby slid out of her sandals.
Taking her hand again, he headed to the water. At the edge, he dipped his feet in, welcoming the splash of water against his legs.
A warm hand touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Abby asked.
“It was stuffy in there. Needed some fresh air.”
“You forget how well I know you. Tell me what’s got you freaking out.”
He should have known it would be impossible to hide anything from her.
Backing away from the water’s edge, he moved to where the sand was soft and sat, holding his hand up for her to join him.
