Rapture (Renegades 7)

Zahara pinched a piece of the cake and lifted it to his mouth. He ate it from her fingers, licking them clean before kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her. His mouth was chocolaty and hot and hungry. Zahara wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and opened to him.

With a moan of frustration, he pulled back. “Let’s not get sidetracked.” He cut another piece of cake. “You’ve got all this chocolate waiting—”

Fuck that. She took the plate from his hands, put it on the coffee table, and straddled his lap. She had a very different craving. “I’d still choose you over chocolate.”

“Uhhhhh.” He gave her a funny look. “Can we? I mean, the baby—”

“You really didn’t listen to the doctor, did you?” She sat back on his thighs and worked the button on his jeans, then the zipper, pleased to feel his erection hardening beneath her. And, damn, she suddenly could not wait to get him inside her. “I can resume all my normal activities, including sex.”

She pulled his T-shirt off over his head with her good arm and stroked her hand over his warm, hard torso, purring with appreciation. God, she’d missed this.

His hands flexed and tensed on her thighs. His gaze hazed with lust. “Are you sure?”

“It’s the second time he said it in as many days, so, yeah, I’m sure.”

Chase wrapped an arm around her waist and twisted. In seconds Zahara found herself on her back, his hips between her thighs, his hands in her hair.

“That was a move worthy of a stuntman, Lay—”

His mouth covered hers. His hips sank between her thighs. His tongue licked into her mouth. In an instant, the distance separating them over the last several weeks evaporated and they were back in California at a bed and breakfast in wine country.

Zahara moaned and pushed at his jeans. Chase pulled his hands from her hair to grip her hips and slide his palms up her body, taking the shirt with him. Easily, quickly, smoothly, they stripped each other.

They were skin to skin entirely too quickly. Zahara wanted to savor, but their need was can’t-wait-another-second hot.

“Fuck.” His curse came out breathy and rough. “I’m so hungry for you.”

She barely heard him. Her quick breaths rasped in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. She palmed his erection and positioned him against her opening.

“Oh my God.” A spark of excitement lightened his eyes. “We don’t need condoms.”

Zahara laughed, dug her fingers into his ass, and pulled. “Inside me, already.”

Chase rocked his hips. His cock drove inside her and the feel of him stole her breath, just like their first time. He pulled back and thrust again, deeper. Pleasure ripped through her, hips to shoulders. A sound rolled out of her throat. So good, but not enough. He thrust again. Excitement sang through her body, lighting up every cell. She arched and spread her thighs wide.

After only a few of Chase’s powerful thrusts, Zahara’s head pressed against the arm of the sofa and she was on the verge of orgasm.

She lifted a hand overhead to push herself down, but only managed to force him deeper. “Fuck. That’s so good.”

He kissed her, slow and deep. Covered her hand on the arm of sofa with his own. His hips drove between her thighs with relentless rhythm, each stroke layering pleasure on the last.

“Chase…”

His gaze was intense and hot. His big body trembled with restraint.

This was different. Different from their light, playful, sexy time together during the weekend in the vineyards of central California. This was…deeper. This was…more dangerous.

He dropped kisses to her lips, her jaw, her shoulder. “You feel so sweet.” His voice was rough and breathless. “I can’t get enough of you. Could never get enough of you.”

He knew exactly how to drive her insane, just how deep, how hard, how quickly to thrust to make her come apart at the seams.

Zahara clawed at his shoulder as the orgasm rose to the surface. He varied the speed and depth of his strokes to keep the climax just out of reach. Long enough to push that pleasure just this side of pain. Let her hang on the edge, right there, letting her taste the hint of ecstasy…

She swore, lifted her hips into his, and shattered.

Chase thrust through her release, and even as she floated in the ecstasy, another orgasm rose inside her. Bigger, harder, deeper.

“Don’t stop, Chase.” She gripped his side and met his hips on every stroke. “Fuck, don’t stop.”