Page 39 of Under the Lights
Then he kissed her, his tongue dancing over hers until she relaxed against his body. Usually she didn’t have a lot of patience for the act, but Chase kissed with just the right blend of softness and hunger, and she thought she could happily spend hours just tasting his lips.
His hands were under her sweatshirt, caressing her back, and she could feel the rough edges of his calluses. He was a man who worked with his hands, and the strength and hardness in them felt good.
His mouth left hers and she would have mourned the loss of his kisses, but he nipped at the side of her jaw before moving to her neck. Her sweatshirt was bunching up under her arms, so she grabbed the hem and started tugging it up. Chase backed off enough that she could take it off, and then his mouth was on her breast.
He tugged at her nipple and she hissed. “Do you like that?”
She raked her nails up his back in response, dragging his T-shirt along. He took it from her, yanking it over his head so abruptly, she expected to hear tearing fabric. He flung it, and then turned his attention back to her breasts. First one and then the other was teased by his tongue until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she dragged his face back to hers so she could kiss him again. His hands slid under the waist of her sweatpants, cupping her ass. When he pushed down, the loose elastic slid over her hips, and he kept pushing until she stepped out of them.
His kisses grew more demanding as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. She touched as much of him as she could reach, from his hair to his back and chest and down over his abdominal muscles.
It took a moment for Kelly to realize he’d slowly been backing her up, and she sucked in a breath when her back hit the wall and she realized his intention. “Chase?”
He grinned and pulled a condom wrapper out of his pocket before shoving his shorts and boxer briefs down so he could step out of them. “What?”
She’d been about to point out she had a bedroom with a perfectly good bed in it, but she changed her mind just in time. She could give him a tour of her perfectly good bed later. “Hurry up.”
She heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and seconds later, his hands and mouth were on her again. Hungrier this time. More demanding.
Moaning, she threw back her head and bared her neck for his mouth. When she trailed her fingertips across his hips to the start of his lower back, the muscles twitched under her touch and made her smile. “Ticklish spot?”
“I didn’t think so, but you have those fingernails and—” She ran them over the same spot, and his whole body jerked. “Okay, enough.”
As if guessing it would take more than a stern voice to dissuade her from amusing herself, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall over her head. Heat flooded through her, but she didn’t resist.
After a few more kisses, his thigh pressed between hers, the amusement was gone and all she wanted was for him to be inside her. It had been longer than she cared to admit since she’d had an orgasm with a man present, and she wanted one now.
Finally, he released her wrists and draped her hands over his shoulders. Then he grinned as his hands began sliding down her back to the backs of her thighs. Guessing his intention, she tightened her grip just in time for him to hoist her up and brace her against the wall.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the night I kissed you.” His voice was rough, and she knew he wanted this first orgasm to come as hard and as fast as she did.
When he used the wall to hold her so he could reach between their bodies, she almost moaned in anticipation. And then he was sliding into her, slowly, as she released the breath she’d been holding.
He was patient, moving his hips slowly to give her body time to adjust, and she ran her hand up the back of his neck into his hair. When she curled her fingers, tugging a little, he groaned. Then he began to move in earnest, every thrust a little deeper, and she gripped his shoulders.
The angle was just right and, as he rocked his hips, she urged him on with her fingernails biting into his skin and his name on her lips. Faster and harder he drove into her, her shoulder blades pressed against the wall, until her muscles tightened and the orgasm hit. She raked him with her nails, arching her back until he had to slide his hands under her to hold her up.
As the tremors eased, she ran her hands over his shoulders and forearms, loving the feel of those muscles on his body. “Oh, yes.”
Chase groaned as he found his own release, and she tightened her fingers in his hair again as he thrust into her over and over until it had passed. Then he kissed her hard, their ragged breaths mingling between them.
After a long moment, he reached between them to hold the condom while sliding free of her body, then slid to his knees, lowering her along with him, before rolling onto his back. Being stretched out on top of his body was pretty comfortable, and she was content to rest her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
Still breathing a little hard, he stroked her back. “When I can walk again, or at least crawl, you can show me that perfectly good bed of yours.”
She turned her head to laugh into his shoulder. “Definitely. But not yet. I don’t know if I can get up.”
“I hate to admit this, but it can’t be too long. I remember now why I don’t lie around on linoleum very often.”
“Since we’re doing confessions, there was a second there when I was afraid your knees would give out.”
“Trust me, so was I.”
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An hour later, Chase would have given everything he owned—which admittedly wasn’t much, but his truckwasfairly new—to stay in Kelly’s perfectly good bed and keep holding her until they fell asleep. It probably wouldn’t take very long.
