Page 55 of Under the Lights
“Judging by how long it took me to get my shirt over my head after my shower, I might need some help getting it back off.” He hooked his arm around her waist and held her still so he could nuzzle the back of her neck. “But I think I’m getting my second wind.”
She moaned, tipping her head forward so her hair slid out of the way, exposing the nape of her neck to his mouth. He kissed that soft spot, inhaling her soap or shampoo or whatever it was that made her smell so good. He loved her scent. The softness of her skin. Her sense of humor. The way she softened under his touch, liking for him to take charge. He couldn’t think of a damn thing about Kelly he didn’t like.
They helped each other out of their clothes, pausing now and then for kisses that turned him inside out. Her soft chuckle at his grimace when he lifted his arms so she could pull his T-shirt off made him laugh. “It’s your fault I was on the football field this morning, you know. I think you should rub me down and make me feel better.”
She ran her hands over his chest and then pushed until he was on his back on her bed. When she straddled him, he forgot all about his aches and pains, and dug his fingers into her hips. He’d tossed a condom onto the bed while they were getting undressed, and he needed to find it before she went too far.
But Kelly had other ideas and, when she began kneading the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms, he closed his eyes. “That feels so good.”
She massaged her way down one arm until her thumb was pressing circles against his palm. Then her mouth closed over his finger, and his breath caught. His other hand fisted in the sheets when she sucked lightly.
He managed to hold himself in check as she showed the same attention to his other arm, but when her hands ran over his thighs, he buried his hands in her hair and growled her name in warning. It had been too long a wait to be playing games.
Being Kelly, she ignored him. He was barely aware of her hands massaging his sore thigh muscles as she ran her tongue up the length of his erection. All he could do was tighten his fingers in her hair and groan. He knew he should make her stop but when her mouth closed over him, he forgot why. All he knew was the warm, wet suction of her mouth and the soft strands of her hair that escaped his hands, tickling his thighs.
When he couldn’t take it anymore and felt the end was imminent, he tugged at her hair. Kelly got a last quick flick of her tongue in before he hauled her up next to him and rolled over her, bracing himself on his elbows.
“Did that help?” she asked, a smile flirting with the corners of her mouth. She lifted her hand and he saw that she’d found the wrapped condom he’d tossed onto the bed.
“We don’t need that yet,” he said, trailing his fingers down her stomach. “You’ve been working pretty hard, too.”
“I’m fine. Let’s just—”
She stopped talking when he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard. He kept it up until her back arched off the bed. “Let’s just what?”
“I forget.”
Chase laughed, then kissed his way down her stomach. Her shuddering sigh when he slid his hand up her calf was like a physical caress, and he hooked it behind her knee so he could bury his head between her thighs.
He took his time, savoring her and enjoying the way her body jerked when he ran his tongue over her clit. Her fist pounded on his shoulder as she got impatient, but he ignored her. He dipped his tongue into her sweet center, and then slid his finger inside her. She moaned and he swirled his tongue over her clit again as he worked two more fingers in, stretching her, as her breath shortened. Her fingernails raked his shoulders almost painfully when she came, and he nipped at her thigh.
While she caught her breath, Chase put on the condom and rolled her onto her stomach. Then he pulled her backward until her feet were on the floor and she was bent over the bed. He ran his hands over her back and her hips, making her shiver, before reaching between their bodies. There was no doubt she was ready for him, and he slid into her in one quick thrust.
Kelly gasped, her fingers clenching in the sheets, and Chase paused. He took in the moment—her body tight around his and the pounding of his heart and the curve of her back and the strands of blond hair over her flushed cheeks and her hands tangling the sheets—and then gripped her hips as he started to move. He wanted it to last forever, but it was too much. After her lips wrapped around his cock and her coming against his mouth, he was too close.
His pace quickened and he lifted her right knee to the edge of the mattress so he could thrust deeper and reach under her leg to press the heel of his hand against her mound. He came hard, pounding into her, and he heard her cry out his name as her body shuddered.
As the orgasm passed, he collapsed on top of her, both of them hanging over the side of the bed. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither of them seemed to care. He bit down on his lip as he tried to catch his breath, afraid he’d voice heat-of-passion emotions he couldn’t take back.
“Now I’m starving,” she muttered against the mattress after a couple of minutes. “When I can move again, I guess it’s time to make that supper I promised you.”
“Give me a few more minutes and then I’ll help.”
She laughed. “Trust me, I’m not going to need any help.”
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“I’ve never had a woman cook frozen pizza for me before,” Chase said, picking up one of the slices Kelly had set in front of him on a paper plate. “I feel strangely flattered.”
“Being flattered by frozen pizzas would be a little strange, yes.”
He had to think about that one. “Well, it means you’re comfortable with me, right?”
“Or it means I don’t give a shit if you know I’m lazy.” She grinned when he frowned at her.
“I’m going to stick with my theory.”
“Hey, at least they’re the kind that go in the oven. I almost got the little microwave ones.” She sat down across from him, her hair still messed up from his hands being in it and her cheeks still rosy from the orgasms. “What do women usually cook for you?”
