ABBY'S POV

I fell on the bed, my heart continuing its rhythm. “Oliver,” I gasped out, my hands gripping the bedsheet and my toes curling from the trail of kisses on my neck.

“Yes!” He kissed between my chest and the top of my breast. “Can I! Please!”

I gasped out, my head spinning. He took my silence as an answer and pulled my top away from my body.

“Ahhh,” I cried out as the cold air touched my bare skin. I was left in just my bra and skirt. He kissed my thighs, moving from ...