Protecting Melissa (Holiday Cove 4)

I captured her face with my hands and pressed another long, slow kiss to her lips. Within half a minute—all other thoughts faded from my mind.

Melissa stripped my shorts off the rest of the way, and when she wrapped her thighs around my hips, I damn near lost my mind. Her silky soft thighs wrapped around my thick ones was a delirious combination. My cock rubbed up against her wet lips and I groaned, biting back a string of curse words as the sensations ricocheted through my body.

With Melissa, it felt perfect.

It felt right.

I slipped inside her and she swallowed me up with a shudder. Her nails dug into my back and I rocked all the way inside of her. “Oh, shit. Melissa…” I gasped as her pussy clenched around me, holding my cock tight.

“Just stay, just for a minute,” she pleaded, her lips soft against my shoulder.

I held her and then slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her with a fluid pulse. She moaned and bit her teeth into my shoulder. I didn’t care. The mix of pleasure and a sharp pain only turned me on. I brought her mouth back to mine and plunged my tongue inside at the same time my cock thrust back inside her. This time deeper.

Melissa arched and moaned as we moved together. I snaked a hand between us to tease her clit and she leaned back to give me better access. Her clit was tight and each flutter with my thumb and fingers made her gasp and moan. Her tits heaved in the air as she arched back, her hands gripping the edges of the table like she was hanging onto the side of a cliff.

I watched her rise to the top and just as she was about to come, I thrust into her and she lost it, shuddering and clinging to me with her thighs and her arms as she threw herself at my chest. “Oh! Chase! Yes, yes, like that. Please.”

Her words wrecked me and I lost all attempt at control. She crashed over the edge and I followed her right over. We free fell together and then collapsed at the bottom, both still clinging and desperate as we came down from our sex induced high.

She groaned against my chest; the sound muffled by the wall of muscles. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, listening to her panting. If I had any say, I’d never let her go.

25

Melissa

“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!” Chase and Jackson’s bawdy song carried on the afternoon breeze to my place on a deck chair. The sky was so bright blue that it was hard to imagine just a few days before we’d been caught in the middle of a huge storm. I hadn’t asked Chase if there actually was a hurricane, and he hadn’t offered details of what had happened above board during the thick of the beastly weather.

Then again, we’d found much more exciting things to discuss…and do…the night before.

My cheeks burned at the replay of our steamy encounter that had taken place five feet from my current sunbathing spot.

“Here you go,” Chase said from over my shoulder. I turned in my chair and saw him extending a plastic water bottle toward me. The sides were dripping with icy condensation and I sighed at the heavenly coolness of it against my skin. I rolled the bottle across my forehead and a few drops splashed down onto my cleavage. A detail that Chase didn’t miss. When I caught him watching the trail of the drops, my cheeks get hot.

“Looks like you might need a little suntan lotion. Your cheeks are getting red.”

I smiled to myself. If only he knew the reason why. I was hot…hot and bothered by the sight of him in his swim trunks, his broad chest bared and gleaming with the sheen of oil he’d applied to his skin.

“You just want to rub me down,” I teased, keeping my voice low so that Jackson couldn’t hear my suggestive statement. Not that he was likely to understand our subtle flirtation. In Jackson’s mind, Henry and I were still together. Although, I was fairly certain he’d noticed we didn’t get along. But half of the kids he went to pre-K with had divorced—or divorcing—parents who were the same way, so maybe we didn’t appear that abnormal after all.

I pushed aside the mommy guilt as best as I could and focused on Chase.

He took his seat in the lounge chair beside mine and grinned at me. “That’s a very true statement.”

“Sounds like Jackson’s keeping you pretty busy though,” I said, twisting around to see my son at the wheel, still singing the song that Chase and he had started together.

“He likes it when I call him my first mate.” Chase chuckled and I turned back to face him. “He’s a natural at this adventure stuff.”