Abigail

Don’t look at me. Stop looking at me like that.

I wanted to scream at Finnegan who sat across from me. The table between us was filled with candles and flowers, the climbing roses on the walls filling the air with their scent.

Plates of food, wine glasses and gifts from everyone filled the table. Music drifted in the air as Meemaw and Gramps told ridiculous stories of my childhood and Finnegan eyes were on me.

God, it was so hard to ignore him.

My dress felt tighter, my nipples pushing against the fabric. I arched a brow at him, reaching for my wine glass. His intense emerald eyes dropped to my fingers on the stem of the glass then back up.

Yep, I was melting away.

A slow song drifted on in the background and Gramps yanked Meemaw off to dance. Jade and Annette joined in, making goofy ass faces.

Finnegan stood up from his seat, his gorgeous body towering above everyone. I held his gaze and my breath when he began walking around the table, towards me.

Oh goddess, if he touched me I would fall apart. I really would. The past week has been insane. But I couldn’t go back to just being a fling for my boss, that was done and dusted.

He stopped before me, his woody masculine scent doing wonders to my head. His torso was in my eye level and my eyes, like the hoes they were, dropped to his cock and then whipped up to his face. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Will you dance with me?"

No. I won’t. I can’t have those hands touching me, I’ll lose my damn mind.

He was holding out his hand and my entire body buzzed. Just one dance, just to feel those hands on me again, I may never get to anymore.

Great, I was sounding like a freaking drug addict.

"One dance," I murmured, sliding my hands into his and shivering my body at the feet of his warm calloused hand, enveloping mine.

My nipples tightened shamelessly as he tugged me up. The space between us disappeared when we got to the dance floor.

My breath snagged when his hand settled at the small of my back, drawing me in, my free hand resting against his chest. We began to sway to the music but I could hear nothing over the sound of my heart pounding.

His hand pressed slightly firmer at my back, closing what little distance remained between us. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself from making a sound. My breath grew a little slow and shallow.

I brought my hand up from his chest, trailing my fingertips trailing up the lapel of his jacket, along the column of his neck.

He exhaled, shuddering, his grip tightening at my back. "Abigail."

"Mm."I hummed, breathless. Seeing him react so...so intensely to my touch had me wet like the freaking Niagara falls.

I ran my fingers over his neck, reaching behind him for the nape of his neck and teasing the ends. He pressed his face into my hair and took a long, slow breath. "Christ, don’t stop,"

A little laugh left my lips, and his eyes fell on them before drifting back to my face.

"I’m sorry." He rasped. "For hiding my marriage, all of it. I should have trusted you with it sooner." His thumb drew circles over my waist as he swayed us to the music.

"I have spent so long protecting myself from people who used what they knew about me. I didn’t think I could let you in that deep. I didn’t know that I could."

"It’s alright," I mumbled. "We all have secrets,"

"I don’t want that anymore between us," He rasped, stopping the dance. His arms tightened around my waist when I made to step back. "I want nothing between us,Abigail."

"You know that’s a very pretty tricky statement," I rambled, the nerves taking over me. Was he saying what I thought he was saying or was it just my fucking overactive mind at it again? "Is it that you don’t want anything between us or-" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I want to be yours in every way, Abigail Kellerman,"

Holy fucking shit. Oh my god. I glanced back at my grandparents and friends to see them turning around quickly, pretending like they weren’t watching us.

Traitors.

There was an uncomfortable lump in my throat when my gaze turned back to him. "What exactly are you saying?"

His eyes darkened and I squeaked when he pulled me flush against him, his breathing hot and raged against my face.

"I am saying that I want to be the only name you scream, I want to be the man your eyes lights up for and the recipient of your terrible jokes,"

"My jokes aren’t terrible," I panted.

"I want to be the only person who gives you pleasure, the one who you can fall back on when shit doesn’t go right, Your man. I want... fuck, Abigail you know what I’m asking for."

"No I don’t, keep going," I rolled my eyes.

Stunned was an understatement for how I felt right now. My chest rose and fell rapidly and I couldn’t resist licking my lips.

His forehead dropped to mine. "I want to do that so badly. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Abigail. My first thought and the last every single fucking day, is you. I want to be yours, baby."

It wasn’t until his knuckles brushed my cheek that I realized some traitorous tear had slid down my cheek.

"Are you going divorce her?" I murmured, feeling rather awful that I even had to ask.

"I already served her the papers," He murmured. "What do I have to do, to make you mine?"

A little smile tugged at my lips. "I think you’re pretty much halfway there, Mr Wolfe,"

Then I rose on my toes and pressed my lips onto his in a soft kiss that told me the answer.