Fourteen
“Eureka.” Chase had checked three of the four bathrooms before hitting pay dirt in the one near the downstairs bar. Good thing, too. He was freezing, which wasn’t helping the situation due south.
Foil wrapper in hand, he started up the stairs before he thought better of it, turned back and grabbed the entire box. He’d need to keep these close for what he planned to do with Mimi tonight.
His feet like ice, he jogged upstairs and prayed she hadn’t changed her mind. If she had, he wasn’t above begging. He arrived in the living room and found her resting on her side, hand propping up her head, blanket covering her lower half. She’d waited like he told her. Triumph swelled in his chest.
Her dark hair flowed in waves over her back, a back he had full view of since she wasn’t facing him. His eyes traced her smooth skin, all of him vibrating to life in an instant. He wasn’t cold any longer.
“Found ’em.” He tossed the box of condoms onto the coffee table, keeping one within reach. She peeked over her shoulder and smiled, a drop-dead gorgeous still-frame he wouldn’t soon forget.
He hastily undid his jeans and pushed them halfway down his legs. She rolled to her back, letting the blanket fall to the side, and revealed her small, perfect breasts. They’d tasted as good as she looked and he hadn’t yet had his fill of those rosebuds.
“I was afraid you’d lose interest,” she teased, a sparkle in her eye.
“That’s my line,” he teased back.
“I’ll do the honors, Mr. Mayor.” She swiped the condom packet from the table and tore it open with her teeth. His erection gave a happy bob. “But first...” She sat up on her knees, eye-to-eye with his...
Sweet mercy.
She took him in her mouth, softening her lips and opening wide to accommodate his girth. His hips tilted and thrust and she encouraged each pump by holding on to his thighs as she dove in again and again. One hand resting on the back of her head, he let out a harsh gust of air. His mind melted into a glob of indistinct thoughts for...he didn’t know how long. When she finally robbed him of her mouth, he was hard as granite, his fingers tightly wound in her hair.
“God Almighty,” he murmured—comically breathless.
Her eyes turned up to him, she licked her lips and took her time rolling the condom down his length.
“Where do you want me?” she purred.
He didn’t hesitate. “Stand up.”
She stood, her long, slim figure and subtle curves gliding along a narrow frame. He grasped her biceps and gave her a light squeeze.
“You’ve been working out.”
“If you call working outdoors working out.” She lifted her hands to his bare biceps. “Let me guess. From a gym?”
“And a personal trainer.”
“Worth it. You’re sexier than you used to be.” She let out a soft laugh. He intended to show her exactly how much sexier he’d become by breaking her down, orgasm by orgasm, in a feat of animal, carnal lovemaking.
He cupped her nape and tilted her face, bending to kiss her lips. The kiss started tentatively but finished deep—their tongues tangling. Panted breaths burst from her lips as she rubbed her lithe, naked body against his.
His hips surged forward, his brains scrambling.
This woman.
No one unraveled him like she did.
He bent and lifted her until her legs wrapped around his hips, and then pressed her back to the nearest wall. She shrieked on contact.
“Cold!” Her nipples pebbled as goose bumps sprang to the surface of her skin. He bent and took a breast to task at the same time he positioned himself at her entrance and drove deep.
Her shriek of annoyance from the cold wall faded into a long moan of pleasure. One that he rode into the next thrust and the one after that.
Arms around his neck, she clawed at his shoulders, bucked in response to his driving need. He buried himself not only in her body but in her scent, the soft strands of her hair sticking to his five o’clock shadow. Her blunt nails leaving marks on his skin.
“Come for me, honey,” he said between labored breaths.