Chase took a big gulp of air. “I just want—”
She wiggled in his lap. The move pressed her against his cock and he groaned, squeezing her ass.
“Please, Chase.”
This was new. She was different. How he felt about her was something he hadn’t felt before. But he was no saint.
With another groan, he grasped both of her hips and rolled her to her back.
She gave a little gasp, but he covered her mouth with his again. She opened her lips and arched up against him. Her hands slid down his back and under the edge of his T-shirt. Then her hands were on his bare skin.
Her touch was like electricity and he felt every nerve ending in his body popping. He kissed his way down her neck, running his hand down her side, hiking up her skirt, so he could press his fly against her panties only. Then he cupped a breast.
She moaned his name and her fingers dug into his back. Her nails scraped his skin as she slid them down to cup his ass, pressing him into her.
She was hot even through the denim of his jeans and he was suddenly hungry for her. Hungrier than he’d ever been.
“Need you, Bailey,” he said gruffly.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. “Condom?”
“Left pocket.” What could he say? He was an optimist.
She reached for his pocket, her fingers sliding along his cock. He gritted his teeth as she withdrew the foil packet. He ran his thumb over her stiff nipple and she gasped. He lowered his head and bit it gently through her dress.
“Oh, my God.” She abandoned opening the condom to start wiggling, trying to get out of her sweater.
Chase pulled her up to sitting, stripped the sweater off of her, and reached behind her for the zipper on the dress. With some tugging and wiggling, they finally pulled the front of the dress down to her waist, baring her breasts for him.
He remembered how they felt from six months ago, even from the feel he’d accidentally copped in that back hallway of the bar. They were perfect. He laid her back again and then bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
She cried out. “Yes!”
He sucked again, lifting his hand to play with the opposite one.
“Chase!”
Every thought of slowing down, waiting, dating her first flew out the window.
Oh, he was going to date her. But there was no slowing down now.
Chapter 7
He slid his hand up under her dress and cupped her through her panties. Her very hot, wet panties.
She arched into his hand. “Yes.”
“Take them off,” he said hoarsely.
Bailey immediately moved to do so. The panties were white silk, he noted, as she tossed them away. He returned his hand to the sweet heat between her thighs. She moved restlessly, parting her legs to let him slide a finger over her clit. She shuddered and gripped his shoulders.
“More,” she begged.
He lifted his head to look down at her as he slid a finger through her slick folds. Her throat and cheeks were flushed and her pupils dilated. She met his gaze as he teased her clit and then slid his finger into her.
She gave a little sigh that was almost relieved.
“Damn, you’re so tight. So sweet,” he told her roughly.
“I want you so much,” she told him softly.
“I was going to go slow with you,” he told her, pulling out and then sliding in again, brushing over her clit with his thumb.
She shook her head. “No. Please. I want this. This is so perfect. Just like this.”
Chase wasn’t going to argue with that. Maybe he should. But he was feeling pretty damned humbled that this woman would let him be here, with her, like this. “I don’t think I can leave Louisiana without knowing how you feel and sound when you come, Bailey.”
She sucked in a quick breath. It might have been his words, or it might have been the way he circled her clit just right, but she nodded quickly. “You shouldn’t. That would be terrible.”
He half chuckled, half groaned. He really fucking liked her.
He kissed her again, pumping his finger deep a few more times, curling into her G-spot, making her gasp his name in a way that he was pretty sure was his new addiction.
But then she gripped his ass. “I want you, Chase. All of you. Now.”
“Let me—”
All of his generous words about making her come with his fingers and then his cock evaporated when she reached between them and slid her hand into his pants, taking his cock in hand. She squeezed, then stroked and Chase felt his eyes nearly cross. Holy damn.
“Bailey—” he choked out.
“Please. Now.” She slid a knee up, opening herself wider.
Yeah, he needed to be inside her.
In just one more minute. Or so.
He slid down her body, grasped one thigh in his hand, lifted it toward her chest and put his mouth on her.
“Chase!”
That was a lot louder than the gasps from before and that he wanted more of. He licked and sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers deep, and within only a few strokes she was clamping down and coming around his fingers. Sweet. Hot. The best fucking thing he’d ever tasted or felt.
He let her come down from that a bit before reaching for the condom she’d dropped. He let her thigh go, watching as she lay, spent, her eyes shut, taking deep breaths. She looked completely relaxed and satisfied.
But he wasn’t done with her yet. He tore open his jeans, ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth and then rolled it on his nearly painful erection.
“Bailey,” he said, his voice deep and gruff as he moved up her body, taking her thigh in hand again to spread her wide. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked on his.
He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. “You ready for me, Gator Girl?”
She gave him a soft, almost dreamy smile. “Oh, yeah.”
He pressed forward, sliding slowly into her slick, but still tight heat.
She let out a long breath. “Yes.”
Chase gritted his teeth as she gripped him. “Damn, you feel so good.”
“Same.”
When he was finally fully inside, he paused. But then Bailey lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, digging her heels into his ass and he had no choice but to move. He pulled out, thrust in, his pace slow and easy at first, just relishing everything about the moment. But it wasn’t long before there was no holding back. He pumped into her and she tightened around him with every thrust—her arms, legs, and inner muscles alike.
“Oh, Chase! Yes! I’m going to—” And she came again, clenching around him.
He was right behind her, his climax roaring through him. “Bailey! Damn! Yes!”
They lay on the rug, panting, ten minutes later. They weren’t even fully undressed, but damn, that was what sex was supposed to be.
It wasn’t just the orgasms either. Yes, two. It was the way she’d felt connected to him. The fact that she’d wanted him but she’d had to have him only after hearing about his plans to come back to Louisiana to practice and hearing him admit that he’d been kind of an ass before meeting the Landrys and the way he’d listened to her talk about her stuff too.
She liked him. A lot. There was more to him than she’d expected and she really liked that.