“Good morning,” he said, slaying me with his boyish grin.
“Good morning.” I started to throb.
“How are you feeling?”
My inner bad girl roared out of me, brought on by the sexiest man alive standing near naked in front of me. I smiled seductively.
“Turned on,” I said huskily, my eyes dropping to the tight V disappearing beneath the towel. I was already wet. Swollen and slick.
He gave me a heated look. A wicked smile. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he tugged on his towel.
It slipped away and holy cow!
Chance’s body defied all reasoning. It was hard and strong. Warm and golden. Godlike, even. I drank in the image of him, absorbing it to memory, my body trembling with anticipation as he approached the bed with an almost predatory look on his face.
My eyes dropped to his manhood. It was long and thick, and it swayed at half-mast as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt before me, his broad chest gleaming like it was cut from granite. But despite how spectacular his chest and abs were, I couldn’t tear my gaze from his enormous cock.
I walked across the bed on my knees and took it in my hands, marveling at its size and thickness as it grew harder between my palms.
He trembled beneath my touch, and a thrill rolled through him when I slipped my lips over the wide head and drew him deep down into my throat. He threaded his fingers through my hair and gently rocked his hips. I released a soft moan, the taste of him consuming me as I suckled and licked and sucked him hard. He was salty and warm and so virile I could taste his strength as he slid in and out of my mouth.
With a husky groan he pulled away.
“You keep doing that baby and there’s no way I’m going to last.”
He gently guided me down to the pillows and settled between my open thighs. His eyes shone brightly in the low light, and I was surprised by the affection I saw reflected in the deep blueness.
He fit himself to me and very slowly pushed in.
My breath left me as his left him, because of how fucking amazing it felt when he was inside me.
“You’re so wet, baby. So tight.” He began to move slowly into me. His eyes were darker now. Filled with heat and lust and all the promises of what was to come. “I never want to lose this.”
Joy lit up inside me, flicked on by his words. I shifted beneath him so my clit met the friction of every stroke into my body. I gasped and it was husky and desperate because dear God the pleasure was almost too much to handle.
I never imagined we could fit so perfectly together. But we did. Like our bodies were made only for each other.
He pressed harder into me, grinding against the most sensitive part of my sex. I flexed and tightened around him, and he groaned. He quickened his pace, each stroke coming harder and faster than the one before, his breath coming quick, his brows drawn together. I raised my hips to meet every thrust, my legs shaking as the pleasure grew and grew until it erupted through me like a fucking star bursting. I cried out his name, my mind leaving my body and drifting up toward the heavens.
I was only vaguely aware of his moans until they grew louder and his controlled thrusts quickened. He started to come and his face shimmered as he stilled, his cock buried so deep I could feel it ejaculating into the very depths of me.
We lay heavy in the sheets. After a while he rolled onto his elbow and looked down at me. His fingers drew a gentle trail down my side and around my belly button.
“No regrets?” he asked.
“Not one. You?”
“I might be slightly fucked-up, but I’m not completely insane.” His smile was beautiful. “Letting you walk out would’ve been my only regret.”
Outside, clouds covered the sun as a morning thunderstorm rolled in, shattering Chance’s plans to work on the fisherman’s cottage.
So we spent the day lost in each other instead as the rain hammered into the roof above us. We took a shower together. Made sandwiches in the kitchen and then made love on the granite counter top with such emotion and frenzied energy we sent two plates to their demise, crashing on the floor, and I somehow managed to break a nail.
It was a nothing day but an everything day all at the same time.
Because here Barrett didn’t exist.
And I wasn’t running for my life.
CASSIDY
The following morning, I woke up high on emotion, tangled in the sheets with my beautiful beast. Without words we made love again, slow and warm, our bodies speaking what we were feeling, our early morning moans breaking the stillness of a blue dawn. It was blissful. Erotic. And through it all, I felt a little more of Chance’s wall come down. With every breath. With every stroke of his glorious cock. With every brush of his lips and tongue against mine, he took another step toward me, and I took another step away from the shadows where I’d hidden for so long.