Page 17 of Capturing Clint

Clint was shocked to feel his cock harden. Needing nothing more than to bury himself inside her, he lifted her off and rolled with her as he set her on her hands and knees. Curling himself around her, he guided his straining cock inside her still quaking pussy. One thrust and he was crushing his balls to her ass.

“Oh, fuck!” Chrissy moaned as she buried her faceagainstthe bed.

Clint could only let out a strangled laugh as he pumped inside her, realizing that was the very first time he’d heard her cuss. He battered her, driving her to the brink again as he staked his claim. Reaching around, he pinched her clit, igniting another orgasm that had her clenching tightly around him, spurring on his own climax.

“Yes, yes,” she cried as she pressed her ass into his body, matching his thrusts.

“So good, dammit, so good,” Clint ground out, not letting up until they both collapsed. He shifted to the side so as not to crush her. She found his arms and held tight to him as tiny shudders continued to rock their bodies.

“Holy, jeez,” she said, sounding out of breath.

Clint whispered in her ear. “I liked hearing you cuss instead. It’s hot.”

Chrissy snorted with laughter. They lay curled up with one another for a moment before she tried to move.

“Whereyougoing?”

“I need to pee,” she answered. “And I might as well shower.”

“Hot date?” he teased.

“Yeah, someone’s taking me to breakfast.” She rolled, and the dawning day shed just enough light for him to see her bright eyes.

“I thought we could order room service. You really don’t want to leave this comfort, do you?”

“Mmm, that does sound like a better option. And no clothes required.” She wiggled her brows and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. “Still going to shower and pee. You order and I’ll get the shower ready.”

Clint watched her retreating backside as she moved to the bathroom, her shapely ass wiggling nicely atop her even shapelier legs. Once she disappeared from view, Clint lookedatthe ceiling and raked his hand across his face.

“Holy, fuck,” he muttered. There was no way he’d ever get her out of his system now.

Clint sat up and took stock of the room. Eyeing the phone, he called for room service before joining Chrissy in the bathroom. With an open shower design, he walked around the dividing wall to see her standing beneath the spray of multiple jets. With her eyes closed and her head back, she ran her hands through her hair, over and over again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his tone low and husky. She wasn’t startled as she opened her eyes to watch him.

“And you’re gorgeous,” she returned, making a slow perusal of his body from head to toe and back to his face. “Come on.” She held out her hand to him.

Clint stepped into the spray, circling her body with his arms before capturing her mouth. He gave her a languid kiss, pouring all his emotions into the action. Chrissy moaned and sighed as the kiss continued for what seemed like forever. Finally, he broke away and just stared at her.

“You really are too good to be true,” he said. And when she tried to shake off the compliment, Clint stopped her. “You are. I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m damned sure gonna give it my best shot.” When her brows furrowed and she was once again poised to speak, Clint cut her off. “Let’s shower and eat. Then we’ll talk.”

Chrissy simply nodded as Clint released her, and they made quick work of cleaning themselves. Surprisingly enough, without any play. There’d be plenty of time for that later, Clint thought.

At least he hoped.

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After showering, Chrissy and Clint put on robes provided by the hotel while they ate their breakfast. She still tingled nicely in many places as she relived the previous evening in her mind. It had been so much more than she thought possible, and she wouldn’t change a second of it.

Chrissy knew there was something troubling Clint, and at some point, they’d talk, but she was going to enjoy every moment of her time with him. And pray that whatever he had to say could be dealt with, and their relationship would continue once back in Denver.

Relationship?

She realized that’s exactly what she wanted. Her last ‘boyfriend’ had been nearly a year ago, and even then, he was just a fun guy to hang out with. Sure they’d been intimate after a few months of dating, but it wasn’t anything earth-shattering.

Nothing at all had ever come close to what she shared with Clint. She felt as if nothing ever would.

Whatever he had to talk about, she’d listen, analyze, process, and figure out how, or if she needed to incorporate the knowledge into her planning for their future.

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