Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(81)

“Am I hurtin’ you?”

“No. Why?”

“Because you’re holding your breath.”

Damn. She exhaled. “Sorry.”

Chase placed a soft smooch on her mouth. Then another. Until the kisses became longer. More intense. With hardly a breath between them. But still he didn’t rush the joining of their bodies. Keeping the rhythm slow and steady.
Ava’s hands were all over his slippery skin. She couldn’t touch him enough—from his straining arms to his strong shoulders and back, down to his muscular ass. She arched and wiggled and squirmed against his rock solid body, urging him to get a move on.
He broke the kiss and murmured, “The more frantic you get, the slower I’m gonna go.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.” He softly blew in her ear, educing a whole body shudder. “Because I really love the sexy way you’re grinding your whole body on mine and if I move faster you’ll stop.”

She trapped his face in her palms and looked into his laughing eyes. “You always going to be this controlling in bed?”

“Nope. Sometimes I’m gonna be worse.” Then Chase raised his body up enough so his chest hair abraded her nipples with his every upward stroke. “Wrap your legs around my hips and grab the headboard.”

Ava told herself it was his sexy growl that did it for her, not his command. But as soon as she reached up, he picked up the pace and she understood the appeal of surrender. This was heady stuff, ceding her pleasure to him. Becoming mindless in the friction of damp skin rubbing on damp skin. Anticipating the heat and hardness of his shaft plowing into her tender *. Destroying her wits as his mouth eked out every shiver and moan with hot, wet sucking kisses on her neck.
“That’s it,” he whispered fiercely. “Let me take you there.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her back bowing as his cock hit her G-spot. Over and over. He’d changed the angle of his hips so he wasn’t bumping against her clit, but this felt so damn good she didn’t care.
Chase took her mouth again as he drove into her, so in tune with what she needed that Ava swore they’d made love a thousand times before instead of just once.
Then he adjusted his position again, hitting both spots with each hard, deep stroke.
Ava seemed to splinter into a million pieces when she climaxed. She knew Chase wasn’t far behind as his thrusts intensified. When he groaned and started to bury his face in her neck, she released her grip on the headboard and cradled his face in her palms. “Look at me. Show me what I do to you.”

Chase whispered, “God, Ava,” and shuddered as his orgasm rolled over him in a long wave that left him groaning and her stunned by the intensity.
Panting, they just held onto each other, trying to unscramble their brains. Finally Chase mumbled, kissed her, pushed up, pulled out, and got up to ditch the condom.
Ava rolled over, deliciously sore, but unsure what would happen next.
When he crawled back in bed, she pushed up on her elbow, intending to give him space. He said, “Where you goin’?”

“Umm. To my bed?”

“Like hell.” He dropped his top leg over hers, holding her in place. “You don’t get to f*ck me and run. I suspect that’s been both our habits in the past. We both know this ain’t a one-night thing.” He scooted behind her and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “So get used to sharing a bed with me.”

Touched by his unexpected affection, Ava turned and rubbed her cheek over his. “Sounds good. I prefer a king-sized bed anyway.”

“But the room’s still gotta cost under a hundred bucks.”