I lifted my hips again, and her hands flew to my biceps, digging in with each undulation. I watched her, mesmerized. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Her eyes flew open, her expression verging on embarrassment. Probably because we were both still partially clothed, dry humping like teenagers. But that was what made it so awesome—I loved getting her going. And with our bodies lined up the way they were, the external stimulation was definitely there.
I sat up halfway, wrapping a hand around her neck and pulling her down to me. She leaned over me on her elbows, running a hand through my hair and tugging, kissing me again, rocking her pelvis, moving against me greedily.
“James.” I lifted my hips against her, and she let out a breathy whimper. “Is this working for you?”
Her cheeks were pink, eyes glassy as she looked at me. “Maybe.”
Man, if only I had the stamina to keep going. I bet I could get her off. But at this rate, we would both be finished before we got all the way undressed. Maybe next time, after I got this out of my system.
“Is that a yes to you being on top?” I asked.
Bailey froze. “You want me to be on top?”
“Oh yeah.” I bit back a grin. “If you want to.”
The idea of her riding me was one of the hottest things I could imagine, but I wouldn’t push. If she was self-conscious about it, I probably didn’t want to know why, because it would likely make me even more homicidal toward Morrison.
“Kind of…” Her brow wrinkled.
Yep, I knew what was happening here. I pulled us both upright, placing a hand against her back so that our bodies were pressed against each other.
“James.” Resting my forehead against hers, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Look at me.”
She gazed back at me, eyes soft and lips parted. Her breath was a little shallow, either from being turned on or nerves. Maybe both. I rubbed my palms up and down her arms, squeezing gently.
“Everything you do feels good to me when we’re together,” I said. “Don’t worry. Like, ever. I just want you.”
I mean, for fuck’s sake. It was virtually impossible for a guy to not get off during sex. It was simple. Get her off first, then switch gears at the end if necessary. It wasn’t fucking rocket science.
“Okay,” she said hesitantly, looking away. Then her eyes snapped back up to mine. “But can you stay sitting up a little like this? So I can reach you better? And kiss you?”
“Of course.” I shifted, rearranging the pillows behind me and sitting up against the headboard. “Better?”
Bailey gave me a small, sweet smile. “Yeah.”
She crawled off me and slid her little black panties down her legs. Then she kneeled beside me, kissing me and tugging at the waistband of my boxer briefs as I pulled them off and tossed them aside.
“Condom?” I reached over to her nightstand.
Her brows drew together, and then her eyes widened. “I don’t have any. Luke and I didn’t…” Rosy pink crept across her cheeks. “I mean, we used them. I didn’t trust him enough to go without. He never really came over here, though.”
“That’s okay. We don’t have to—”
“I’m on the pill.”
My cock twitched, and I suppressed a groan at the thought of being completely bare inside her. While it was incredibly tempting, I didn’t want her to offer up something she wasn’t comfortable with, either.
“I’m okay with it if you are,” she added shyly.
“I’m clean,” I told her. “We get tested at the start of every season, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“I trust you.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched me, waiting for a response.
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
Vulnerability flashed in her eyes as she climbed on top of me. I brushed her hair out of her face and watched her, mesmerized. Not because of the act, but because of who it was with.
All I knew was I was in over my head more than ever before.
Once she was straddling my thighs, I gripped her waist with one hand and wrapped the other around my shaft. Palms on my shoulders, she eased down onto my cock with a soft moan. When she’d taken me fully, she fell still.
Concern sparked within me, and I tilted her chin up so she was forced to look at me. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Just need a sec. You’re…big.”
Likely, her nerves about being on top made her tense, which didn’t help. I ran my hands up and down her back to soothe her, kissing her shoulder, and after only a moment, her muscles relaxed and she took over, circling her hips and letting out a breathy sigh.
“That’s it.” I pulled her closer against me. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Angling forward, she brought her mouth to mine as she picked up her pace. She was hot and dripping wet, and I had to suck in a breath to keep it together.
“You feel so good,” she whimpered against my lips.
I groaned, fingertips digging into the curve of her hips. “You have no idea.” Skin to skin like this, with nothing between us? I was dangerously close to becoming a minute man. As long as I could get her off first, my pride could handle a shorter than usual performance.
Her movements grew more confident, and she found a steady rhythm. I watched her ride me, marveling at how her beautiful face contorted with pleasure.
“I’m close,” she moaned, sinking down to take me even deeper. “Oh god. Chase.”
The desperate way she cried out took me almost over the edge. I tensed, gritting my teeth to hold off my release.
Bailey gasped, throwing her head back. “I’m coming.”
And that put me over the edge entirely. “Fuck, baby. Me too.”
She kissed me as she came apart, her nails digging into the flesh of my shoulders as she found her release. I slid a hand up to her nape, fisting her hair, losing myself in her, coming right behind her. Pleasure spiked and overflowed as I grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder and thrusting into her. The moment intense, profound, consuming.
In sync, we slowed, kissing softly as the wave faded out.
Bailey dropped her forehead to my shoulder for a beat, sighing. Then she lifted her chin and peeked at me through her dark lashes. “Wow.”
I kissed her cheek. “Can say that again.”
Wrapping my arms around her torso, I held her still for another moment, our hearts thundering and our breaths slowly returning to normal.
After cleaning up quickly, we readjusted ourselves in her bed, snuggling beneath the covers. As she nestled against me, her hair tickling my bare chest, my brain worked overtime to process everything that had happened.
In the span of a few hours, I’d gone from fearing we might be over to being more fully invested than ever. Despite the blip on the radar, I knew, deep down, that we were on solid ground. And maybe the sex had helped reassure me, but it was deeper than that. It was in the way she looked at me tonight, in a combination of awe and adoration. In the way she touched me. In the way everything clicked when we lay here like we were right now, not saying a thing, knowing our world was right again.
She yawned, burrowing against my shoulder. “Oh my gosh, I’m tired.”
“Me too.” My heart picked up speed as I pulled her close. I wanted to say more, but I didn’t know how to put my thoughts into words.
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I woke up with a heavy, muscular arm draped around my waist and a big, warm body pressed up against me.
Oh no. I fumbled for my phone and frantically checked the time, squinting to read the display. It was almost six.
I elbowed Chase gently. “Hey.”
“Hmph?” he mumbled sleepily. He squeezed me tighter, nuzzling against my neck before falling quiet again.
If only I could give in to the cozy lure of going back to sleep wrapped up in him in my warm bed. It was incredibly tempting. But he had training.
“It’s morning,” I said, nudging him again. “We must have fallen asleep before I set my alarm. What time is your dryland today?” He’d told me, but my brain wasn’t exactly functional at that point.