She wrapped her legs around him and whimpered. The first time they’d had sex, about six months ago now, she’d been quiet. Bitten her lip. Bitten her tongue. He hadn’t told her to stop it; he’d just touched her with deliberate affection, with burning intent and shameless adoration, and he’d shown her everything he’d felt, and eventually—eventually—she’d found herself moaning beneath him one day without an ounce of self-consciousness and no idea how they’d gotten there.

Well, she supposed she had some idea. Abbie had been working hard this past year, for herself, and Will had done exactly what he’d promised to do. He’d held her hand.

Now his hand slid, slow and tender, up her body. Worshipping the thickness of her waist, massaging the weight of her breast, stroking the length of her throat. Enjoying, teasing, taking his fucking time. He broke their kiss to ease his thumb into her mouth, then watched with stormy eyes as she sucked, hard and wet. When she was done, he reached down between their bodies and pressed that thumb between her thighs, massaging easy circles over her swollen clit.

She swallowed a moan, not because she wanted to, but because they had to be at least a little quiet. He nuzzled her cheek, her jaw, her throat, and kept going. Kept going. Just when she thought she might beg for more, he murmured roughly, “Want it?”

“Yes.”

He bit his lip, as if the word alone turned him on, and then she felt the broad head of his dick pressing her open. A slow, slick glide, his thumb still working her steadily. Everything in her tightened. He kept going, easing her through it, dragging her higher. Rocking over her, touching her, telling her in hoarse whispers, “So good, Abbie, so good.” Devouring her like he’d craved it his whole life.

She kissed him when she came.

And then again when he did, swallowing the sound of Will growling her name. He shook, he swore, and then he all but collapsed, his hoarse sounds of satisfaction spilling warm across her skin. They lay tangled together for a few breathless, sticky minutes before a bang on the door startled them both.

“Oi!” Noah’s voice came through the wood. “It’s Christmas! Stop shagging and get downstairs.”

Will burst out laughing. Once upon a time, Abbie would’ve been too mortified to join him—but it had been a few months since she and Will had, er, gone official, and her family had figured things out way before that. By this point, the teasing was almost mundane. Abbie was still chuckling when she heard another bang from down the hall. “Jason, Harlan,” Noah was shouting, “get your lazy arses up!”

“Choke,” Jase yelled back.

Another bang, this one further away. “Ma—”

“Noah Farrell, if you’ve got a brain in your head, you better watch your mouth.”