Finally he shifted his mouth briefly to her inner thighs, pressing a kiss on the soft mound, enjoying the shiver that undulated through her. He kissed her again and again, until she started to quest, shifting on the couch, leg lifting to wrap around his back. She didn’t tense and she didn’t protest. She didn’t make demands or beg. She simply unfolded for him, the scent of her arousal rising up between them. When he tasted her, dragging his tongue over her clit, she jerked slightly but mostly stayed still, her breathing uneven, her exhalations taking on the heady tone of a very subtle moan.
He tasted her for long minutes, his pace leisurely, losing himself in the rhythm of his head moving over her and her relaxed sounds of pleasure. At one point he pulled back and shifted to tease at her nipples again. Jolene had the best nipples. Tight and peach-colored, rising high on top of her very glorious breasts. All natural, all beautiful.
Jolene started to shift restlessly, so he dropped back down to flick his tongue over her clit. She cried out.
He thought about letting her orgasm. He really did. But she wasn’t there yet. She was more relaxed than he’d ever seen her, but something still wasn’t right. There was a wall. Like he could be anyone going down on her. Damn if that didn’t bruise his ego. He wanted her to know it was him giving her pleasure. He wanted her to acknowledge that it was him.
Chance raised himself up on his arms and stared down at her. She blinked up at him. “What are you doing?” she murmured.
He didn’t answer. He just shoved his jeans down and dug a condom out of the pocket, using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch her nipple. He wanted her ready, eager. Once he was sheathed in latex, he went back down to give her a final flick with his tongue, then moved over her. Her mouth opened like she was going to speak, but he kissed her, teasing her lips open so she could taste herself on his tongue. She’d never liked that, she’d been too self-conscious, and he expected her to pull away. But she didn’t. She just opened.
That was the sexiest thing ever. Just like her.
Chance kissed her, not thinking about goodbye, not thinking about the past or the future or the damn media, but only about her. Him.
He shifted his cock against her moist heat and, for the first time, allowed himself a groan. Holy shit, she was wet. Hot. He wanted to sink into her and never leave again. Celibacy was against the very nature of man, and he was more than happy to give it up right here with the sexiest woman to hit Nashville since who the hell knew when. Jolene closed her eyes. That wasn’t going to work.
“Look at me,” he urged. His tone wasn’t bossy, just searching.
Her eyes flew open and she met his gaze, a question clearly on her lips, in her eyes. He shook his head. “Just look at me,” he told her.
She did, and he thrust inside her with one hard push.
“Oh, shit fire,” she said, giving a moan of ecstasy.
That about summed it up.
Chapter 7
Chance had absolutely shattered Jolene. That tongue…those eyes…that cock taking possession of her body with hard? rhythmic thrusts…it was all more than she could resist. She’d forgotten why she wasn’t supposed to be with Chance or let him see how much she still cared about him. The only thing she knew was that altogether it was some good loving, and she was coming.
“Please don’t stop,” she breathed. “I’m coming.” Just in case he couldn’t figure it out.
He didn’t say anything, just pinned her with that steely gaze again. His eyes were relentless. They were telling her a story she didn’t know how to read. As her orgasm swept her over the edge, she forced herself to keep her eyes open, to lock on to Chance.
Her lost Chance.
It was that thought that had her breaking eye contact, turning her head to the right. But Chance took her chin and drew her back to him. As the waves of ecstasy dragged her under, she opened her eyes wide, overwhelmed by the simultaneous physical and emotional tides rolling over her.
“No one else can make you feel this way,” he said, his voice rough. “No one.”
He was right. And she suddenly wanted to throat-punch him for it. Was that all he wanted? To prove that he’d ruined her for other men.
“Fuck you, Rivers.” Only it sounded more breathy than bold. It was hard to stand her ground when her tits were bouncing and he was eight inches into her.
“That’s exactly right, Jolene,” he drawled. “I’m fucking you.”
She wanted to hate him and his words, but the truth was, there was something hotter than hell about the way he was glaring down at her possessively.
He must have liked what he was looking at, because as she felt a second orgasm flood her senses, he gritted his teeth and joined her with a low groan.
The way he held her gaze with his damn near wrecked her, but she couldn’t look away. Something had shifted between them and hell if she knew what it was. But the minute he stopped moving and took a shuddering breath, she felt the need to put distance between them. Short of shoving on his chest, she was stuck for a second, though she did turn her head again, swallowing hard.
What. The. Hell.
Mama would shake her head and tell Jolene she’d told her so. Playing with fire left you burned. Jolene never learned.
After sucking in some fresh air that didn’t have his scent or the tangy aroma of sex, she did actually push on his chest, wanting to break that connection.