“I’m sorry about the, uh, women.”
She was glad he’d said it, but it was honestly the last time she ever wanted to discuss it with him. “Thanks. It’s not the women, exactly. I know I had no right to expect you to be celibate. We were well and truly broken up, and we weren’t planning to get back together. But I didn’t need details.”
He frowned. “So if I ask you who the dude was, you won’t answer me, will you?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. And is this really how you want to spend our morning in bed? Tennyson is due here in an hour, and I need at least two cups of coffee before her arrival. And a shower. So that gives you thirty minutes. What would you like to do with them?”
His eyes darkened. “I can think of a thing or four.”
“Me, too.”
Chance cupped her breast and teased at her nipple as he bent down and kissed her lips softly. “I never thought I was going to get to kiss you again. I dreamed of this. I cursed myself for this. I drank myself into a stupor trying to forget this.”
She felt soft and warm and madly in love. “There’s just something about us, you know. We’re explosive together.”
“That we are.” His kisses landed on each corner of her mouth before he traced her jawline with his tongue.
Already she felt the tug of desire deep inside her womb. She was blissfully naked, and she arched her back, wanting to press her skin to his more fully. “You have twenty-eight minutes left.”
“Don’t rush perfection,” he murmured into her ear before darting inside with a quick unexpected invasion of his tongue. His hand ran over her breasts, then down to her waist, resting a maddening six inches above where she really wanted him to be touching her.
“I appreciate your confidence. But I’m looking for a happy ending here, you know. Just in case that wasn’t clear.” She was referencing sex, but the minute the words came out of her mouth, she realized they sounded weightier than she had intended. Like she was asking for a future. The whole shebang. A ring and his name and babies and a joint bank account. So she added, “I want to come.”
His expression was amused. “Uh, yeah, I knew what you meant, darlin’. No worries. I will give you a happy ending.”
Part of her wondered if that was truly possible. But she was going to shut the hell up and not ruin a perfectly good morning during which he was going to put his perfectly good penis in her and give her a perfectly good orgasm.
“Twenty-six minutes,” she teased him.
“Is stopwatch another of your hidden talents? You’re not even looking at your phone.” He stopped speaking so he could cover her nipple with his mouth.
She let out a soft gasp. It felt amazing. Her nipples were extra-sensitive in the morning, and each time he tugged her bud between his lips, she felt it deep between her thighs. She could already feel her body growing moist, ready to welcome him. “I have great timing,” she murmured.
He let go of her with a pop. “Oh, yeah? You know what was great timing? The first time I met you. You were wearing that red shirt with killer cleavage, and you were bending over right as I came through the door. Honey, that was the very definition of good timing. I knew I wanted you right then and there.”
A lady didn’t reveal all her secrets, but Jolene wasn’t always a lady. “I heard you walking down the hallway. So I bent over on purpose.”
His jaw dropped. “Why, you little flirt. I’m shocked.”
She shrugged. “I knew what you looked like. I thought you were a fine-looking man, and I figured why not give you a little songwriting inspiration. It was a split-second decision.” She reached down and stroked his growing erection. “One I’ve never regretted, I might add.”
He shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “So is this what you wanted me to see?” He ran his hand over one breast, then the other, pinching her nipples. “You wanted me to see this gorgeous body of yours? Did you want me to taste it, too?”
“Eventually, yes. Not necessarily that minute.”
“Liar.” His tongue trailed down her belly, pausing right above her clitoris. “I think you wanted me that very first second, just like I wanted you.”
“Chance,” she breathed. His breath was warm, tickling her. She wanted him to shift a touch lower and stop teasing her.
He did, but it was painfully quick. He slid over her, a smooth stroke that had her crying out in pleasure, but then he was gone. She thought he would tease her again, but he didn’t. He shifted over her and pushed right on inside her. He took her with slow, languid strokes that had her gripping at the bedsheets and wrapping her legs around his waist.
Chance gripped under her ass and, without warning, flipped them so he was on his back and she was sprawled on top of him, his cock still embedded in her.