Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(112)

Their hands were still linked in the bed beside her.

He’d f**ked a lot. He’d also made love. It couldn’t be said there weren’t women he’d cared about that he’d shared quiet moments like this with, as close as they could get.

But none of them felt like Faye. None of them smelled like her. None of them tasted like her. None of them curled their fingers between his quite as tight. None of them felt nearly as sweet wrapped around him, their soft bodies pressed under his, taking his weight. None of them, after taking her, made him feel clean and like everything was right in the world as long as her body was in his bed.

Not one.

Not even close.

“So, debriefing way late, dinner with your family went good…” he paused, “both times.”

He muttered this against the skin of her neck, felt her body give a soft jerk of surprise under his then he heard a soft giggle escape her throat.

That felt good. It sounded good. Like everything was right in the world, just because they were together in his bed, even when everything was not.

She’d give him that if she was twenty-nine or seventy-nine and he knew that right down to his soul.

He lifted his head and looked down at her to see she was smiling.

“Maybe for you,” she replied. “I found it annoying.”

“Just so you know, I get a second, I’m hiding the scissors,” he informed her.

“That actually didn’t happen.”

He grinned and dipped his face close. “Faye, you’re lying.”

Her eyes shifted side to side before she muttered, “Well, if it did, I blocked it out.”

They came back to him when he stated, “That I believe.”

“I’m the middle child,” she began to defend herself. “Liza and Jude always ganged up on me.”

“That I believe too.”

“So, if I were to wield scissors, it was probably necessary. Self-defense.”

“That, sorry to say, darlin’, doesn’t jive.”

She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Whatever.”

“Baby,” he called softly and when she looked back at him, he told her quietly. “Told you I’d love ‘em.”

Her eyes went hooded, the tip of her tongue slid out to lick her lips then she whispered, “Good. I’m glad.”

He’d seen her tongue so he dropped his head to retrace its path.

When he lifted his head, her eyes were still hooded but the look on her face was entirely different. A look he was coming to know. A look he liked.

“You want more, baby?” he asked gently.

Her teeth came out to bite her bottom lip briefly before she let it go and whispered, “You have to go to work tomorrow.”

She lost her mind when he had his mouth between her legs. Even just coming, it’d take him fifteen minutes, she’d come just as hard or harder and he’d still get decent shuteye.

Worth it. Absolutely.

He bent his neck, kissed her earlobe and in her ear, ordered in a whisper, “Go clean up. Come back, I’ll give you more and eat you.”

Her head turned slightly so her lips were at his neck even as her three limbs convulsed around him and her fingers laced with his tightened.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

Fuck, he was still partly hard inside her, just came and his dick still twitched at that one, breathy word filled with want from his girl.

“Yeah,” he whispered back.

“Slide out, Chace,” she breathed and slowly, he slid out.

Slowly, she slid her lips up his neck.

Change of plans. Eat her until she found it. Then f**k her until he did and hopefully she did again.

He kissed her shoulder and rolled off.

She gave him a small, semi-shy grin then hustled her ass to his bathroom.

When she came back, not yet completely comfortable with her nudity in front of him, she was wrapped in his robe that was on a hook on the back of his bathroom door.

His mother bought him that robe post-Misty. Somehow when she was over, she’d discovered his old one was gone, this being because Misty, in the beginning, had taken to wearing it. So when her shit went, his old robe went too.

Another woman had worn the robe Faye now wore. He didn’t like that and made a mental note to get rid of it and get another that was just hers.

She left it on when she crawled into bed.

Which meant he got to take it off.

This he did ten minutes later.

Ten minutes after that, after he’d made her come, he was back inside her to find it himself.

And just like Faye always did, she found it again too.

Chapter Fourteen

He Was Gone

Chace was outside the Station putting the crate with Malachi’s books in the back of the Yukon when his phone went.

He slid the crate in, straightened out of the truck and grabbed his phone.

The display said, “Faye Calling”.

He hit the button and put it to his ear.

“Baby.”

“He moved his fingers and toes!” she screeched in his ear.

Chace dropped his head and smiled at his boots.

That morning, he’d gone for a run, come home, dragged his girl out of bed and into the shower then he’d taken her to La-La Land. They got breakfast while Faye filled Sunny and Shambles in on all things Malachi. He left her on the sidewalk outside La-La Land with a kiss. He was going to his truck and drive to the Station. She was walking the two blocks to her place to change then go to the store to get Malachi treats and last, to the hospital.