Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(97)

“What?”

“Downward dog.” He scraped his teeth along the cord in her neck, right by her racing pulse. “Maybe I oughta call it downward doggie style. Assume the position.” He released her and snatched a condom and the lube from the nightstand.
When he turned around, condom on and slicked up, and saw Ava’s perfect ass in the air, he wanted to smack it. Bite it. Bury his cock in it.
Moving in behind her, his greedy gaze pursued the long, strong line of her spine. Resting her body weight on her hands caused the muscles in her triceps and biceps to stand out. His finger forged the same path as his eyes, but slipped past the sexy dimples above her ass, past her tailbone. Down the cleft of her ass. The tip of his finger swirled over the tight rosebud. “Another time, I’m taking your ass like this. Clutching these sweet cheeks as I’m pounding into you. Think you could hold the position, Ava Rose? While I’m f*cking your ass hard?”

“Yes.” She arched, lifting her head.
Chase reached his ultimate destination, the entrance to her *. Oh yeah, Ava was still wet. He widened his stance, rubbing his stiff shaft up the slit of her sex, once, twice, three times, before plunging his cock in to the hilt.
He hissed at the immediate hot clasp of her vaginal walls and the suctioning pull as he retreated. Her innermost flesh stayed pliant as he rammed back in.
Chase closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying every single sensation. Sweat dripping down his back. Ava’s taste still lingering on his tongue. His racing heart that sent blood sizzling through his veins. The feel of her firm butt cheeks beneath his fingertips. The cushiony mat beneath his feet. The sheer ecstasy at having this woman naked and willing any time he wanted. Any place. Any way.
“Chase? You okay? You sorta stopped moving.”

“Just taking a breather before this.” He surged into her. Slam. Withdraw. Slam. Withdraw. Slam.
She emitted a sexy groan.
He noticed Ava hadn’t lifted her head. “Tell me what it looks like from that angle,” he asked, not missing a single stroke.
“Hot as hell. No wonder you love to take me from behind, if this is what it looks like.”

“Oh yeah.” Chase picked up the pace, his hands slippery on her damp skin. “It’s a f*cking turn on to bury my dick so far inside you it looks like we’re one person.”

“Pretty poetic, McKay. God! Do that again.”

“This?” He swiveled his hips when his cock was fully seated.
“Yes! Dammit, I’m done.”

She came again. Her body shaking, but she held position.
Which sent him soaring into the abyss. Pulse after pulse of his cock emptying set his limbs to quaking. His eyes rolled back in his head and pleasure swamped him.
When she groaned and said, “I’m getting a cramp,” he roused himself from that happy place and pulled out.
She rolled up and gave him a contented look.
He grinned back at her. “You know, Hollywood. This yoga stuff ain’t half bad.”

Chapter Twenty

If the first two weeks they were together had been about friendship, the last two weeks had been about sex.
They still couldn’t get enough of each other. They’d spend all day traveling. Then they’d fall on each other the second they were alone. Usually in their motel room, since Chase wasn’t much on public displays of affection. But when that bedroom door closed? It was almost as if her body became an extension of his—their bodies were never apart for very long, whether in rest, in sleep or in passion.
The passion between them…one for the record books. Ava had never been in such an explosive sexual relationship. She’d known Chase’s sexuality was an innate part of him, but she’d never understood it was such an innate part of her too.