Acting on instinct, he slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. One he needed and hoped she did, too.
Once again shaken by the depth of emotion sex with Chloe brought, it took everything inside him not to pull back and be an asshole again. Instead he gave in to what he really wanted.
He picked up the phone and called the driver, instructing him to take them home. His bed was waiting and he wasn’t finished with Chloe. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Eight
Back at the apartment, Chloe kicked off her heels and was about to turn into her room when Beck grasped her wrist and tugged her into his bedroom.
“We’re not finished,” he said in a gruff voice.
Considering her body still tingled but felt surprisingly empty, she wasn’t about to argue. She dropped the shoes beside his big bed and sat down on the mattress. He’d already begun to undress. His shoes and socks were in a pile. He’d shrugged off his jacket, laying it on the dresser, and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt.
Propping herself back on one hand, she decided to watch the show. As he shrugged off white material, his tanned skin came into view along with rippled muscles he must work hard to maintain.
“What do you do at the gym?” she asked, doing her best not to drool at the sight.
He grinned and started to take off his pants. “Treadmill for cardio, weights with a trainer, and a punching bag.” Hooking his thumbs into the sides, he pulled off the slacks and boxer briefs, letting them fall and kicking them aside.
And if she thought she’d had an eyeful before, she had an even bigger one now. Much bigger, she thought, holding back an unladylike giggle. His sculpted chest tapered down to one of those sexy vees women loved so much and an arousal that let her know she wasn’t alone with this heady desire rushing through her.
“Your turn,” he said.
She shifted until she was on her knees and turned her back to him, pulling her hair out of the way. “Unzip me?”
He stepped up behind her, his body heat warm at her back as he unzipped the dress and pressed kisses against her neck and trailed down her spine. She shivered and her nipples pebbled into tight peaks, her arousal growing hotter and wetter.
With a flick of his wrist, he unhooked her bra. From there it was simple to shimmy off the dress and silk undergarment and let them pool at her knees. Wrapping his arms around her, he swiped his thumbs over her breasts. They were already sensitive, and she sucked in a shallow breath at his touch.
Next thing she knew, he’d picked her up, turned her around, and set her down on the bed, sliding her ass to the edge of the mattress. With the bed up on a platform, he had the perfect height to return the favor from the limo, and she wouldn’t argue that he wanted to. She’d already experienced his talented mouth and tongue and wanted more.
Dropping to his knees, he spread her thighs and lowered his head until his tongue swiped at her sex. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to devour her like a starving man. It didn’t take long for him to send her flying, her climax fast and furious.
In the time it took for her to come back to herself, he had a condom on and was entering her, and her body responded all over again. This was harder and faster than their first time, the frenzy a result of the buildup all evening. Taking the edge off with an orgasm for each of them hadn’t curbed their desire.
He thrust in and out, his pace unrelenting, and when he lifted her hips, the angle had him hitting her G-spot, the wash of sensation incredible, and she needed more.
“Again, Beck. Harder this time.” Her fingers scrambled to grab the comforter, but before she could get a grip, Beck pulled out and pushed back in, over and over, until he was driving into her just as she’d asked.
She moaned and arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust, clasping her inner walls around his powerful erection.
“Fuck, Chloe, you feel good.” His grip on her thighs tightened, and it wasn’t long before she was soaring, her climax overwhelming her in the best possible way.
Three more thrusts and Beck’s groan shook the room as he followed her over. A few seconds of silence passed, with him still inside her, the intensity not something she could easily shake off. But she knew where things stood this time.
When Beck pulled out and headed for the bathroom, Chloe immediately pushed herself up, grabbing her dress and shoes. With luck she’d be back in her room before he emerged from the bathroom in time for a freak out.
Deciding she’d rather be covered, even for the short walk across the hall, she put her clothes on the bed and picked up his dress shirt. She pulled it on before scooping up her things again and taking steps toward the door.
“Chloe, stop.”
His husky voice compelled her to turn, holding her clothes against her chest.
“I want you to stay.” His emerald-green eyes stared at her, willing her to believe he meant it.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” For so many reasons, the most important being sleeping in his bed or cuddled in his arms would make keeping her emotional distance that much more difficult.
And it wasn’t easy as it was.
He obviously heard her, and to his credit, he paused and debated with himself. She could see the war going on behind his eyes, and she knew the minute he made up his mind. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked over, plucked her clothes out of her grasp, and tossed them on top of his jacket on the dresser.
Then he held out his arm and waited for her to take his hand.
She pursed her lips, frustrated at him for making this more difficult when a few days ago all he wanted was for her to leave and sleep across the hall. “We need to keep smart boundaries.”
His eyes gleamed with determination. “But we only have a limited time until you move out, so why deny ourselves pleasure?”
He began to lower his arm when she made up her mind, deciding he was right. “This is against my better judgment,” she muttered, accepting his invitation by placing her palm in his.
He slid his shirt off her, leaving her naked and feeling extremely vulnerable. And as they climbed back into bed and he pulled her into his arms, she promised herself she wouldn’t read more into these moments than he intended. Losing Owen and being a jilted bride had hurt her pride. Even in this short time, she knew, letting herself fall for Beck could cost her her heart.
* * *
Beck slept well and woke up with his arms around a warm female body. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he hadn’t been able to watch Chloe walk out on him again. Last time he’d driven her away, but he knew her leaving had been her attempt to keep one step ahead of him. Protect herself before he asked her to leave. But he’d been mentally prepared and had given it thought beforehand, and he trusted her to hold up her end of their temporary agreement.
He was going to need her to be strong. Faced with her wearing his shirt, the bottom hitting her thighs, the sleeves too long, and her cleavage visible, all he could think about was how right she looked. In his clothes, in his bedroom, and in his home. They were both going to have to be strong.
And he’d have to keep his heart caged in his chest. It shouldn’t be hard. He’d become an expert at keeping people at a distance.
Pushing those thoughts out of the way, he focused on the present and proceeded to wake Chloe by going down on her, something he thoroughly enjoyed doing.