The weight of her soft body against mine wakes another need. To connect and claim my woman in the most primal way possible.
No woman has ever had such an effect on me. I’ve been dreaming of her warmth, the scent of her skin, her uneven breathing when I pleasure her.
My whole body aches for her. I slide my hands under her T-shirt and fill my hands with her soft, full breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
“Oh.” Her breathing hitches, and her eyes close.
The air around us crackles with desire.
I strip off her shirt and fit my hands into the curve of her waist, pulling her fully on top of me. My rock-hard dick snuggles up to her cotton panties. Heat pours off her as I lift my hips, rubbing against her. Showing her how much I want her.
Her fingers slowly slide through my hair, and she stares down into my eyes. “I saw the article. The pictures.”
Well, doesn’t that put our reunion on ice.
“Mallory.” I try to sit up, but she presses her hands against my chest. She straddles me, rubbing her hot, wet center against my cock.
My jaw clenches, my fingers digging into her firm little ass cheeks.
“I know it was all lies. Probably planted by Davey.” She keeps drilling me with that probing stare, searching my eyes. Not for hints of guilt. No, I think my girl wants me to understand how much she trusts me.
It’s a powerful feeling, being so deeply connected to someone else. A few days apart didn’t alter our soul-deep link. If anything, I feel even closer to her.
I press my palms to her cheeks. “Baby, you’re the only face I see every night before I go to sleep. You’re on my mind, in my heart, every day, all day.”
“I know, because I feel the same way,” she whispers.
“I wasn’t with anyone after you left. Couldn’t be.” I grind my cock against her again. “You got the keys to my heart and my dick.”
“Hmm…do I?” She kisses my chest and reaches down, palming my hard-on. “You came to bed naked?”
“Didn’t want to wake you.”
“I like it.”
I’ve missed her, needed her so bad, this performance will be laughable. I’m ready to come right this second.
I reach down, pulling the thin strip of cotton between her legs to the side. Her breathing hitches, and she spreads her legs wider to take me inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, as her slick heat surrounds my cock. Squeezing so fucking tight.
No random groupie will ever satisfy me. No woman can ever take Mallory’s place.
She eases down, taking me in slowly. Gasps and raises up when she hits bottom. “Easy, little dove. I’m not going anywhere.”
I’m home. My cock’s back home where he belongs—and never wants to leave. So good. Tight. Warm. Wet.
Fuck.
My hands lock on her hips, urging her up and down. Faster. Harder. Her nails dig into my thighs as she detonates. “Ch…Chaser. I’m…uh.”
“I feel you. Come for me. Ride it out. I got you.” I’m not sure that’s true. I’m ready to blow.
She falls down over me, pressing her forehead to mine, our breaths mingle. The sexiest whimpers pass her lips. “I love you.”
Done. Pleasure rocks down my spine. The sensation so strong, every muscle in my body tenses as I release inside her.
“Come here.” I pull her closer for a long, melting kiss.
“There’s no one but you, Mallory.”
And that’s how I always want it to be.
Chapter Eight
Chaser
Jet lag is one mean bitch.
“Babe,” I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the sunlight streaming into our room. “Why are you up at this hour?”
“It’s eleven o’clock.” Damn, her voice is so soft and silky. Missed waking up to it every morning. I blindly swing my arm out, reaching for her.
“If you were in England, you’d be getting ready to go on stage right about now.” The bed dips. Velvet fingertips brush against my skin.
I open my eyes to find her staring down at me, her hair tickling my bare chest. “You’re pretty.”
“Good morning.” She kisses my cheek and darts away before I can grab her, stopping in the doorway.
I sit up. “Where you goin’?”
“To see my agent. She said she has something for me.”
“Want me to go with you?”
“You don’t have to.” She hesitates. “Get some more sleep.”
“I sleep any longer I’ll be even more fucked up.”
“What are your plans now that you’re home?” she asks from the doorway.
“I feel like ‘fuck you in every position possible’ isn’t the answer you’re looking for?”
She chuckles. “Besides that.”
“Alvin and I will probably get together to do some writing this week.” I stand and stretch, long and slow.
“Mmm, looking good, Chaser Adams,” she murmurs. Her greedy gaze sweeps over my body.
Love the sexy humming noises Mallory makes every time I show off the goods.
“Band meeting later,” I add.