“Nice place,” he said, falling into the role of her new date. A role he was liking. “I hear this is a pretty special restaurant.”
“It is…” She glanced away, as if mulling something over. Then she turned back to him and said, “The twentieth anniversary of this restaurant is happening next weekend. You should come. If you want.”
Holy hell, Chloe was inviting him to the anniversary event? That was an invitation not just to a date. That was an invitation into her world.
Hope spread from his chest to every other part of him. He’d brought her into the great outdoors and she’d passed with flying colors—not that he’d been grading her. But she was an A+ no matter what. Now maybe their worlds could merge—or at least, maybe they could step in and out of each other’s worlds with minimal issues.
“I’ll be there,” he promised.
She smiled and swayed, playing coy, and his body went on alert.
“I sure had a lovely time, Mr. McGraw.” She batted those long lashes, playing the cute and not-so-subtle role.
Now he would play, too.
“I had a mighty fine time myself, ma’am.” It went against his New York accent to drop his vowels and coat his words with the North Carolina twang, but it made Chloe smile.
“Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?” she asked sweetly and leaned in. “And by coffee, I mean sex.”
He grinned. “Absolutely.”
She rushed up the stairs. Gage didn’t get two feet into her apartment before she slammed the front door and plastered him against it.
Nothing ever felt as good as Chloe wanting him.
“Anxious?” he said between bites at her lips and deep tongue thrusts into her mouth.
She drove her hands into his hair and tugged him closer. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do.” He scooped her up, and her legs locked around his waist as he carried her to the couch. With her wrapped around him, he sat and let her straddle him. She wasted no time tugging on his shirt, freeing the buttons, and trailing her hot mouth down his chest.
“Jesus, you feel amazing.” He reached up beneath her dress, grabbed her ass, and groaned. “No panties?”
“They get in the way.”
“All damn night you were walking around without panties on?” he growled.
“Yep.” She rocked against his jean-clad cock. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
And wasn’t that the question of their entire relationship? He ground her against him, and her breath hitched against his chest. She bit down on his pec and reached between them to unfasten his belt.
“Now,” she said. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Whatever you want.” She’d fulfilled his request for romance and the date, now he’d more than meet every desire she had. Time to remind her exactly what he was good at—pleasuring her.
He unzipped the back of her dress as she unzipped his jeans. The material covering her plump breasts fell down her flat stomach and pooled at her waist. With one arm wrapped around her lower back, he palmed the perfect handful of her breast and sucked hard.
“Yes, please, more,” she cried to the ceiling. He gently bit the tip of her nipple and pulled her closer until her wet heat pressed against the throbbing crown of his shaft. He scooted enough to peel his jeans down his thighs, finally baring his entire length.
So close. They’d been skin on skin a few times now this visit, the chance for him to again be inside her, and he’d resisted every time after he’d first seen her at the bar.
Except tonight would be different. Tonight, he was taking everything. No more playing. No more games. He’d bury himself inside her until neither of them could move.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He sucked her other breast.
“I’m concentrating on what you’re doing to me.” She arched her back, offering up more sweet skin.
“I’m going to be doing a lot more to you here in a minute.”
She palmed his jeans. His cock was hard and pulsing, and the brief touches of her damp flesh against it were driving him fucking insane.
No more waiting.
Not tonight.
She finally found the condom in his pocket she’d been looking for. She pulled it out, ripped it open, and worked it over his cock. Her arms pushed her breasts together like the best damn offering he’d ever been presented with. He buried his face in her soft cleavage, sucking, kissing, and licking. Back and forth, he took one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Devouring her in long draws and coming back for more.
When she’d covered his cock with the condom, she wiggled and tried to get closer, but he cupped her ribs and lifted her until her hot flesh was right above his waiting cock.
She gripped his shoulders, looked him in the eye, and whispered, “Please.”
It was all he needed to hear. He set her down on him, impaling her as he went.
They gasped together. She was tight, hot, drenched, and it was all for him. All the pent-up need of the past few days, hell, the past few months, were finally culminating in this single moment.
“More,” she begged, clawing at him. One word with so much meaning: deeper, harder.