Chance looked irritatingly casual, glancing up at her over the swell of her breast. “Just sex. No relationship. Got it.”
Jolene frowned, not sure what to make of that. Did he really not care at all? Then she mentally snorted. Of course he didn’t. He was looking at it like a man. He knew that sex between them was fantastic, and he intended to enjoy that while they were at the cabin—nothing more. She needed to learn from that attitude. Take the dick when it’s offered, Jolene. And stop making a dick mountain out of a dick molehill.
Then she felt his erection press against her thigh and she realized that dick mountain it was.
Sometimes, at certain moments in a girl’s life, she needed to turn her thoughts off and just feel. Let herself get swept up in passion and enjoy a man and his body.
That time was now.
Jolene dropped her arms down by her sides and took a deep breath. Then she popped the snap on his jeans. It sounded like a shotgun on a goose hunt. Lord, who knew that would make such a loud sound? She’d never felt shy around Chance, and she didn’t now. Hell, she’d been in the shower naked and hadn’t backed down. But this was different. She felt…demure. It wasn’t natural.
For her, anyway.
So she decided to go big or go home. She pulled his zipper down without hesitation and slipped her hand right on inside his jeans. She stroked up and down his long length, enjoying the way his shoulders tensed and his lips paused on her chest.
“Down, girl,” he murmured. “Let’s go for a stroll before we jump off the pier.”
“You afraid you can’t make it last?” she said, giving him a squeeze.
Chance laughed softly. “Oh, I can make it last. All night if you’re not careful.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He was wearing boxer briefs, and without looking, she knew they would be black. There was nothing flashy about Chance. She’d always figured he didn’t need the smoke and mirrors of elaborate fashion to prove he was something. He had the guitar and the cock to back up his bravado. She’d missed his cock. Hell, even his cockiness. But for now, she just wanted to feel him sink inside her. With a quick tug, she pulled his waistband out and moved her hand down over his naked flesh. He was warm and thick, fully erect and ready to go.
Chance startled her by yanking her hand off of him and lacing her fingers through his. He studied her, a smirk playing about his lips. Then he kissed her, insistently sweeping his tongue inside to tangle with hers. He tasted like nothing she could label. Just Chance.
It felt different. Everything felt so oddly familiar, like a memory sprung to life, yet not the same as it was before, and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Whatever it was, she wished more than anything that for once in her life, she could stop thinking. Stop planning, controlling, calculating, guarding, and just let go. Fully and totally let go.
Chance stepped back from her. He searched her face. “Want me to stop?”
He must have sensed her anxiety. She didn’t even know what it was about.
Lie. She totally knew what it was about. She doubted her ability to have sex with Chance and stay unaffected. “I’ve never been one for casual sex.”
“Darlin’, there has never been anything casual about us.” Chance pulled her off the wall so that she careened into his chest. “Now let’s stop talking and start fucking.”
Even for Chance, that was unusually bossy and crass. She was shocked. Even more so to find that she liked it. He wasn’t going to let her talk her way out of this, his hands already cupping her ass, his mouth already dropping down to suck her nipple into his mouth through her tank top. She let out a soft moan and he glanced up.
“We’ve been dancing around this all day, and neither of us is all that good at the two-step.” He straightened up and yanked her tank top off over her head. “Now finish getting naked or I’ll do it for you.”
There was a tough choice. She could let him do it, but then wasn’t that allowing him to win? But if she did it herself, then she was being submissive.
Chance growled low in the back of his throat. “Stop doing that. Stop assessing and debating.”
Heat filled her cheeks. “I can’t help it!”
“You can’t help this, either.” He reached out and popped her bra open. It slipped, and he slid it off her arms and tossed it down on the floor. Then he lifted her right up off her feet, his expression determined. His nostrils were flaring, and he marched her across the living room, pausing only briefly to give her a hard, thrusting kiss.
She squawked in a very unladylike way when he tossed her onto the couch so hard she bounced. “Watch it!”
He smirked, staring at her chest as she sank into the cushion. “I am.”
It figured. He was enjoying all the jiggle. Which she had more of these days. But given the look of appreciation on his face, he didn’t seem to mind.