Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(85)

He’d known the second he touched her he was done for. Ava needed him in a way no other woman ever had. He was a different man when he was with her, regardless if they were naked. So maybe that’s why he couldn’t freakin’ wait to get naked with her again, day after day after day.
Seemed to take forever to check-in. He ditched the bags in the corner of the room. In the mirror above the sink, he saw Ava flop on the bed and heave a huge sigh.
“Before you get too comfy, maybe you oughta see if you got the door shut.”

She popped to her feet and resituated her skirt as she crossed the room, those f*cking sexy little pleats teasing the back of her legs.
When he’d gotten a look at her outfit this morning—short plaid skirt, plain white blouse, black ballet shoes—his cock had been hard all day as his head conjured up bad-schoolgirl-needing-a-spanking scenarios.
Ava tested the door by pushing on it. “I don’t know why you were worried it wasn’t shut—”

“Lock it.” He put his mouth below her ear and pressed their bodies together.
The lock clicked.
“Hands on the door.” He nuzzled her neck, whispering, “Want you.”

She turned her head to catch his temple with a kiss and a soft, “You have me. What are you going to do with me?”

Chase let his breath tease her damp nape. Making her wait for a response.
“Chase?”

He licked the shell of her ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me.”

Made him hot as hell when crude words tumbled from that pretty mouth. But Chase knew it made her equally hot when he talked dirty right back to her. He curled his fingers around her hips and tugged her butt into his groin. “Grind this sweet ass against me. Make me want it. Make me want to touch it. Make me want to run my mouth over it. Make me want to f*ck it.”

He wondered if she’d balk, but she shimmied her hips and swung those perfect mounds of flesh into his groin like a pro.
Chase had a condom on two seconds after his jeans hit the floor. Dragging his cock up and down her sweet slit, he wasn’t surprised how easily his cock slipped inside her welcoming heat. Ava was always ready for him. As much as he wanted to pound into her, he didn’t.
Not at first. But her breathy whimpers and the tight clasp of her * when he drove in hard and deep shattered his strategy.
“Yes. I like that. God, I love that.”

Hips pistoning, he set a plunge-and-retreat rhythm that felt so good he never wanted to stop. Each thrust pushed him to that elusive point, but Ava reached it first. Her cunt clamping down around his cock had him grunting, sweating, swearing as he f*cked himself into an orgasmic stupor.
When he returned to earth, he muttered, “You all right?”

“I think I made claw marks in the door with my fingernails.”

“Now that’s a compliment.”

Ava leaned back and wrapped her arm around his neck. “If I don’t say it enough, you are an amazing lover, Chase.”

“Same goes, sugar tits.”

She laughed. “I know I shouldn’t consider that a term of endearment, but I do.”

“You’re beautiful. Talented. Sexy. Smart. Sophisticated. Funny. Sweet.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Are those better terms of endearment?”

She smiled against his throat. “Actually, I prefer sugar tits.”

As they straightened their clothes, she said, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I expect you’ll be looking for food next?”

“Out of the way?” Wearing a wicked, determined grin, Chase stalked her until the back of her knees hit the bed. “Just for that smartass crack, sugar tits, I’m gonna eat my fill of you. And darlin’, you know how much I can eat.”