Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(132)

“Because it’s usually rented with weddings and parties. My visits to New York are spontaneous. As much as I love the penthouse and the view, hanging out up here all by myself is kind of a waste.”

“Mmm.”

“But I do sneak up if there isn’t an event scheduled. There’s something very humbling staring across all these high-rise buildings. I get that same feeling when I stare out at the ocean.”

“What feeling is that?”

“Insignificance. Here, I’m one of millions of people. On my beach, I’m as trivial as a grain of sand. Seeing proof of my irrelevance puts things in perspective for me, especially when I’ve been puffed up by my own self-importance and have lost that insight.”

“I hope you don’t lose that humbleness, Ava. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

She snuggled into his arms, wishing she owned the right to be in them every night, fearful of bringing up the “what happens next” question.
Silence lingered as they watched the city lights blaze against the indigo sky.
Chase’s hot mouth trailed kisses up and down the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side, offering him full access.
He murmured, “You’re so beautiful all the time. But especially so tonight in this light. I want you.”

A shudder of need rolled through her. “I suppose that means I should show you the bedroom.”

His arms tightened. “No. I want you like this. Right here. Right now. With the city lights shining like your eyes.”

“But the paparazzi—”

“Won’t have a clue what we’re doin’.” He gestured with is chin to the closest building, half a block away. “Can you see in the windows from here?”

“No.”

“Then no one will see us, Ava. We’ll look like two lovers lost in each other, admiring the view.”

The idea of making love in public, but in a private setting, appealed to her. Yet, she couldn’t help but compare it to her last rendezvous at her beach house. The humiliation when an intimacy simply became gossip fodder. She’d never put Chase through that. “Chase—”

“Besides, like you said, who’ll notice us in a city of millions?”

It wouldn’t be the same at all. Chase isn’t like that other guy who wouldn’t man up. Even if you are caught, Chase would stand beside you. He wouldn’t be embarrassed about anything you do together because he loves you.
His sweetly seductive warm lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Please,” he whispered. “I need you.”

Need. Not want. Ava turned and caught his mouth in a deep kiss.
He pulled back and his lips curved against her cheek. “I’m takin’ that as a yes.”

“Yes.”

“Lean forward a little and hold on to the partition.”

She heard his clothes rustle. Then his rough-tipped fingers were teasing the backs of her thighs as he slowly lifted her dress to her hips. One finger traced the thin strap of her thong down the crack of her ass.
“Move your feet out, tall girl, so I won’t have to go on tiptoe to f*ck you.”

His rough-toned words were the best kind of foreplay. Heat and hardness pressed into her backside. Beneath the silky fabric of her sundress, Chase’s hand followed the curve of her hip to the rise of her mound. His finger delved under the elastic band of her thong and stroked her slit. He groaned softly as he discovered she was already wet and ready.
“Cant your hips back, baby.”

Soon as she moved, she felt the condom covered head prodding her entrance.