Page 50 of A Lot Like Love
Chapter 12
The room was dark when they stepped in and Ryder flicked on a light in the living room and then made his way into the bedroom to do the same to the bedside ones. Chloe disappeared into the bathroom and he poured himself a glass of water, drinking it slowly as he stared out at the myriad of bright neon lights shining below. Vegas was sure lit up tonight, and instead of itching to be out partying, all he wanted was to be holed up in the hotel room with Chloe.
He checked his phone, flicking through a couple of missed calls. Tonight was supposed to be confession time, only he’d conveniently forgotten about his promise to himself and become entirely distracted with the woman who was still behind a closed door in the bathroom.
“Can I come in?” he called out.
“Just a sec,” she called back. Her voice was no longer slurry and he finished his water and went to lean against the entrance to the bedroom.
When the door opened and Chloe appeared he was glad he’d already put down his glass. “Damn,” he muttered, giving her a wolf whistle as she did a little twirl before crossing the room.
She was wearing tiny boy shorts that showed off a heap of her pert bottom, an even smaller tank tight over bare breasts.
“I didn’t expect anyone to be seeing me,” she muttered, stopping in front of him and rising on her tiptoes, nibbling his jaw and then the side of his mouth, slowly moving across to his lips, her teeth grazing the soft skin there before she placed her mouth fully across his. “Otherwise I’d have brought a big T-shirt for bed.”
“Hell no,” he grunted when she sliced her nails down his back, sharp even through his shirt. “I love it. And I like it even more that this is what you usually wear. It’s sexy as hell.”
She dropped back down to her flat feet and grabbed the front of his shirt, walking backward and tugging him with her.
“Give me two seconds in the bathroom and I’ll be right back,” he told her, catching her chin to hold her in place and kissing her, wanting her tongue against his and to rip her clothes off her so he could see her bare instead. “The getup is cute, but it’ll be even cuteroff.”
Chloe just laughed and headed for the bed, falling down onto it, her golden hair like a waterfall of silk across the pillow. Ryder stopped to look at her again, shaking his head as he considered every inch of her body.
“Don’t be long,” she whispered, stretching out, toes pointed as she flexed her legs.
Ryder blew out a breath and went into the bathroom, cleaning the tequila taste from his mouth and then relieving himself fast. He pushed open the door and burst back into the room, ready to strip Chloe and let her have a second chance at riding cowgirl for the night.
“Chlo—.” Her name died on his lips. Ryder stared at the beautiful woman lying on the oversize hotel bed. She was on her side, still facing the bathroom, but instead of the wicked smile he’d been anticipating, her lips were slightly parted, eyes shut as she made the faintest snoring sound.“Damn,”he muttered under his breath, padding silently over to her and pulling up the sheets. Ryder ran his eyes slowly up her body as he covered her.
He unbuttoned his shirt and jeans, discarded them along with his underwear, and flicked off the lamps, sliding into bed beside Chloe. Ryder spooned his body against hers, burying his face into her hair and shutting his eyes. His sexy drinking buddy had crashed on him, but he didn’t give a damn. Come morning he wouldn’t let her off so easy, but there was something different about Chloe. For the first time in his life, he was in bed with a woman without any chance of instant gratification, and he was just happy to fall asleep with her in his arms. She made a groaning noise in her sleep and pushed back into him. It was time to admit that he liked her. A lot. More than he’d ever liked a girl before. And it scared the hell out of him that he was happy to just hold her.
Unless she kept wiggling that pert little butt into him all night. Then they’d have a problem.
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Chloe stretched out and wriggled back, eyes popping open when she realized there was a hard body behind her, with something even harder pressed into her lower back. The body moved, a hand running gently through her hair and down her back. It was Ryder and he was awake.
“Mornin’, cowboy.”
A low, deep chuckle echoed in her ear as Ryder’s lips brushed her skin. “You know how cute you sound when you snore?”
Chloe could have died. “Oh my god, I fell asleep on you last night, didn’t I?” She laughed, the memories flooding back. “I was waiting for you on the bed and…”
“I was gone two minutes and you were comatose by the time I came back.”
She still hadn’t turned around, liking the feel of Ryder’s arms around her, backed tight against him. He kept stroking her, his fingers like heaven on her body. Ryder’s mouth was wet against her shoulder, his kisses reminding her of all the places she liked to feel his mouth.
“You’re asking for trouble,” Ryder whispered, his fingers digging into her hip just hard enough to lock her in place as she wriggled back into him
Chloe backed in harder to him, moaned when he slid a hand beneath her tank top and started to pleasure her. At the same time he pressed into her and she didn’t hold back, let him move inside her, so slowly she let out a low, guttural noise of desire.
Ryder’s hand was as insistent as his errection and she pushed harder, clenching tight, not letting him pull out when he tried to.
“Damn it, Chloe,” he muttered. “I don’t have any protection on yet.”
“Do you ever do it without? I’m on the pill.”
“Never,” he growled. “But with you…”
