Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(119)



She breathed against his neck, her body so loose and sated, she gave him all her weight.

He took it because it felt f**king great.

Finally, she whispered, “I don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what, darlin’?” he asked quietly.

“I’ve been doing that for a while and you still do it better than me.”

For a second, Chace’s body tensed just thinking yet again of Faye touching herself.

Then his arms got tight around her and he burst out laughing.

When he was done, he noticed her head pressed tight into his neck just as he noticed her body was no longer loose but taut in his arms.

His laughter died but his arms stayed tight when he called, “Faye?”

She didn’t answer.

His hand slid up her spine to glide into her hair and he called again, “Faye, honey? You okay?”

“You know I have a toy,” she whispered.

Fuck, she went so wild for him sometimes he forgot this was all new to her.

“Lots of women have toys,” he told her quietly.

She didn’t answer.

“Nothin’ shameful about it,” he went on.

She was silent.

He used his arm around her to pull her up but even when she was forced to take her face out of his neck, she avoided his eyes.

“Faye, baby, look at me,” he whispered and it took her a couple of seconds but she did it. When he got her eyes, he reminded her, “You do not have to be embarrassed with me.”

“I –” she started and, his hand in her hair, he pulled her face closer to his.

“That was hot,” he kept whispering and she bit her lip. “Really hot.”

Her eyes went side to side before lighting on his again and she whispered, “But, I –”

He rolled her to her back, his chest pressing her to the bed and kept his face close to hers when he went on, “Seriously, Faye, honey, that… was… hot. I came within minutes of gettin’ inside you and I made love to you before I fell asleep. I love makin’ love to you, baby, f**kin’ love it. But we just f**ked and I gotta tell you, I love that too. I like takin’ you sweet. I like takin’ you slow. I like f**kin’ you hard. And I like thinkin’ of you touchin’ yourself. I like knowin’ all that wild was layin’ in wait for me and you kept it under control by takin’ care of yourself. That’s hot too. Unbelievably hot. Everything about you is hot, honey. You got nothin’ to be embarrassed, ashamed or worried about because you’re the best I ever had. All of you. All we share. The best kiss. The best orgasm. The best lovemaking. And seriously the best f**k.”

She was staring up at him, eyes wide when he finished and she whispered with disbelief, “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispered back with feeling.

“But… how?”

“I don’t know how, you just are.”

“That’s… it’s… I –”

He pressed into her and said firmly, “Faye, it’s true.”

“But… when?”

He felt his brows draw together before he asked, “When what?”

“When was uh… you know, your best orgasm?”

“The first time with you.”

She blinked. Cute but also kind of annoying. Annoying because he gave it to her then, showed it to her straight out so she had to f**king know.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“Seriously seriously?” she asked back breathily which meant doubtfully.

“Faye,” he started, “first, no one had been in there and you’d just come. I’d never been inside a woman that tight and wet which in and of itself meant it was gonna be good for me and it really f**kin’ was. But also, no one had been in you. That meant you were mine. I didn’t take it. You gave it to me. You couldn’t miss that meant somethin’ to me so yeah, seriously, comin’ inside you the first time you took me was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” He hesitated then finished firmly, “By far.”

“Seriously?” she whispered, still dubious and now he was getting pissed off.

“Yeah, Faye, seriously,” he replied shortly and she stared.

Then he watched as wet filled her eyes.

Fuck.

“Faye, what the f**k?” he asked.

“I… I…” she stammered, “I want to be good at it. For… for you so you… you’ll keep liking me.”

He stared down at her.

Then his torso collapsed on hers because he couldn’t hold it up due to the fact that he was roaring with laughter.

He heard her wheeze and, still laughing, he rolled them so he was on his back again and she was up top. He kept laughing as he lifted his hands and pulled her hair away from her face as she studied him, a look on her face he couldn’t quite read but didn’t give a f**k he couldn’t.

“Shit,” he muttered, still chuckling, “that was f**kin’ funny.”

“I’m being serious,” she whispered.

“I know, honey, that’s why that was so funny.”

Her stare turned to a glare and he started chuckling again.

So she snapped, “Chace!”

When she snapped, he snapped. His hands in her hair at the sides of her head cupped her so he could pull her face to within a half an inch of his.

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