Page 130 of Timeless
“Oh. You…” When Abby nodded, Quinn wrapped her arms around her waist, holding on to her tightly, and asked, “Just to get warm, right?”
“Not just to get warm,” Abby replied. “I mean… We could start on the bed. I’m sure I’ll get warm pretty fast.” She chuckled nervously. “But I have grass and mud places I’d prefer not to have it the first time we do this. Or, any time we do this, really.” She let out another nervous laugh.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Quinn asked her. “We can wait.”
“I’m sure,” she replied. “Areyousure?”
Quinn nodded and softly said, “Since I met you.”
Abby moved out of Quinn’s embrace and took her hand, walking them into her bathroom, where she turned on the water in the shower-and-bathtub combo that she wanted to replace one day, making a separate jacuzzi tub and shower, if she even stayed in this house. If not, she’d find one that had it already. She wasn’t sure why she was thinking about that while Quinn was standing behind her, waiting for what was to come next. Well… She knew why. She was thinking about that because she was nervous. Abby was nervous about this very important step that they were about to take.
Pushing all the trivial thoughts aside, she turned around and found Quinn staring at her, so she reached for the hemof Quinn’s shirt and pulled the damp thing off and over her head, tossing it to the floor at Quinn’s feet. Then, she moved into her again, just wanting to take a moment to be this close before they did anything else. As she breathed Quinn in, she smiled against her chest just above Quinn’s sports bra.
“You smell like you.”
“How’s that?”
“A little like apples, I think.”
“My body wash is green apple,” Quinn shared. “I bought it on sale once and really liked it, so now, it’s what I always have.”
Abby kissed her collarbone and said, “I like it.”
CHAPTER 43
Quinn stood there in her wet sports bra, wet jeans, and wet underwear. At least, she wasn’t also in wet socks and shoes since they’d kicked those off at the front door. Abby was kissing her neck, holding on to the back of it with one hand while her other was unbuttoning Quinn’s jeans, and Quinn could barely breathe. Nothing had ever felt as good as having this woman’s hands and mouth on her in any way.
Abby undid her jeans and moved her lips to Quinn’s, kissing her as she pushed down at the pants. Quinn had to push them down, too, because they were wet and stuck to her skin, which made Abby laugh into her mouth and Quinn pull out of the kiss, laughing as well. She managed to get them off, though, and wasn’t laughing anymore when she pushed Abby backward until she was up against the side of the bathtub.
“Get in,” she said.
“Babe, I still have my clothes on.”
“I know.” Quinn nodded for her to climb into the tub.
Abby did as she was told and laughed again once she was under the spray of the water, still fully dressed. Quinn followed her in and pulled at Abby’s shirt, tossing it onto the bathroom floor somewhere to deal with later. Then, she kissed her, pressing Abby against the back wall, and Abby’s hands moved to her own jeans before she unbuttoned and unzipped them, moving Quinn’s hand there. Quinn moved it away and pushed the jeans at Abby’s hips. She knelt in front of her and pulled the jeans off Abby’s legs, but instead of standing back up, she remained on her knees, kissing Abby’s inner thighs and stomach.
“Yes,” Abby whispered, holding on to the back of Quinn’s head.
Quinn knew what she wanted, and she’d do that, but not now. Instead of giving it to her, Quinn found the body wash and opened the bottle.
“Quinn!” Abby laughed a little.
Quinn smiled up at her and began washing Abby’s legs, which had a little of the freshly cut grass they’d been lying around in and some mud that had flicked on her as she’d run away from Quinn and their picnic blanket. Quinn gently picked up each leg, washed them clean while she kissed the inner thighs in turn, and then moved to stand.
“Turn around,” she said softly.
Abby turned away from her without a word, and Quinn unclasped her bra. She kissed the shoulders on display and pulled the straps away from Abby’s body. Abby held it to her breasts while Quinn massaged body wash into her skin, taking in the scent of coconut that would now always make her think of this woman and this moment. Abby moaned when Quinn massaged a particularly tight spot, and when Quinn was done, she pulled off her sports bra and tossed it somewhere before she moved into Abby’s body and wrapped her arms around her from behind. Abby gasped, probably at the feel of Quinn’s breasts against her back, and Quinn kissed her neck and reached up with one hand for Abby’s bra, which she dropped to the floor. She then cupped Abby’s full breasts in her hands for the first time and massaged them as Abby leaned back against her more fully.
“God, Quinn,” Abby let out. “Please, touch me.”
“Iamtouching you.” She sucked Abby’s earlobe into her mouth.
“You know what I mean.”
“I do. And I will do that, but not in here. Just let me worship you, Abs. Please.”
Abby nodded and said, “That sounds really nice.”
