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sweaty clothes. He practically tore the neckline of his T-shirt trying to pull it over his head, and only the tight pressure of his jeans kept him from exploding when she bent over to rummage in the drawer of her nightstand.
A second later, as he stood nearly drooling, she produced a neon pink condom packet from the drawer. “Sorry about the color. It’s from my cousin’s bachelorette party back in March.”
He wouldn’t have cared if she’d said it was from the Titanic in 1912.
Biting her bottom lip, she sauntered over to him and pushed him down on the bed. He fumbled with his fly and managed to get his pants and briefs halfway down his legs. She did the rest , then climbed over him as he settled onto the soft comforter of her bed.
She straddled him and tore the condom wrapper open, revealing the matching neon latex inside. “I have half a dozen of them,” she said with a wink. “So we won’t run out.”
He let out a somewhat nervous laugh. “At least not tonight, anyway.” He must have drowned, he decided as she skillfully rolled the condom onto his erection. He’d died, and this was heaven. Not bad at all. If he’d known it got this good, he’d probably have jumped into the river a lot sooner.
The sensual brush of her inner thighs against his as she settled herself over him brought him back to reality. He reached up and grasped her hips, delighting in the feel of her body in his hands. With a moan that left him straining to ward of f his inevitable orgasm, she lowered herself onto him and lay across his chest, her hair swirling around them, tickling his skin. “I need this, Chase. I need you,” she whispered before she started to move.
Chapter Eight
Brenda lost herself in the sensual fantasy that had taken over sometime between the moment Chase had put his hand on her knee in the paddleboat and the moment she’d begged him to take her home and make love to her.
Some logical part of her brain was well aware she’d completely shed her inhibitions and her good-girl image. Some primal part of her that desperately wanted to be needed, to be worshipped and lusted after had taken over and urged her to do things with Chase she hadn’t even dreamed about doing with Riley.
He lay panting beneath her as she writhed, senseless in the throes of her third orgasm. When he rose up and rolled her body beneath his, she’d practically cheered in ecstasy. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Each time their eyes met, an arrow of emotion cleaved her trembling body, leaving her gasping. The depth of his feeling shone in his gaze, she realized when they lay spent after using the fourth of her secret stash of condoms. The look he gave her as she stretched her body along the masculine length of his was one she’d always dreamed of receiving from Riley, and the stunning clarity of what he obviously felt for her left her weak.
Exhausted and sated, she refused to think too deeply about it and allowed herself to drift off to sleep as he stroked her hair, the rhythm of his breathing lulling her into believing all was right in her world.
She woke at sunrise, realizing she’d never bothered to close the room darkening shades on her eastern-facing bedroom window. The glaring light of Tuesday morning seemed to mock her, and she sat up, clutching the tangled sheet to her breasts, internal heat rising to her face to combat the chill of the air conditioner.
What had she been thinking?
Chase lay next to her, blissfully asleep. He looked every inch the sexual warrior he’d proven to be last night, muscles bulging, his brow slightly furrowed by a perplexing dream. Her stomach dropped a thousand feet when he moaned in his sleep. God, she wanted to wake him with a kiss and transform herself back into the sensual geisha she’d allowed herself to become the night before.
But what kind of person would that make her?
She wasn’t in love with him. Was she? No. How could she be? She really hardly knew him. A cold,
A second later, as he stood nearly drooling, she produced a neon pink condom packet from the drawer. “Sorry about the color. It’s from my cousin’s bachelorette party back in March.”
He wouldn’t have cared if she’d said it was from the Titanic in 1912.
Biting her bottom lip, she sauntered over to him and pushed him down on the bed. He fumbled with his fly and managed to get his pants and briefs halfway down his legs. She did the rest , then climbed over him as he settled onto the soft comforter of her bed.
She straddled him and tore the condom wrapper open, revealing the matching neon latex inside. “I have half a dozen of them,” she said with a wink. “So we won’t run out.”
He let out a somewhat nervous laugh. “At least not tonight, anyway.” He must have drowned, he decided as she skillfully rolled the condom onto his erection. He’d died, and this was heaven. Not bad at all. If he’d known it got this good, he’d probably have jumped into the river a lot sooner.
The sensual brush of her inner thighs against his as she settled herself over him brought him back to reality. He reached up and grasped her hips, delighting in the feel of her body in his hands. With a moan that left him straining to ward of f his inevitable orgasm, she lowered herself onto him and lay across his chest, her hair swirling around them, tickling his skin. “I need this, Chase. I need you,” she whispered before she started to move.
Chapter Eight
Brenda lost herself in the sensual fantasy that had taken over sometime between the moment Chase had put his hand on her knee in the paddleboat and the moment she’d begged him to take her home and make love to her.
Some logical part of her brain was well aware she’d completely shed her inhibitions and her good-girl image. Some primal part of her that desperately wanted to be needed, to be worshipped and lusted after had taken over and urged her to do things with Chase she hadn’t even dreamed about doing with Riley.
He lay panting beneath her as she writhed, senseless in the throes of her third orgasm. When he rose up and rolled her body beneath his, she’d practically cheered in ecstasy. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Each time their eyes met, an arrow of emotion cleaved her trembling body, leaving her gasping. The depth of his feeling shone in his gaze, she realized when they lay spent after using the fourth of her secret stash of condoms. The look he gave her as she stretched her body along the masculine length of his was one she’d always dreamed of receiving from Riley, and the stunning clarity of what he obviously felt for her left her weak.
Exhausted and sated, she refused to think too deeply about it and allowed herself to drift off to sleep as he stroked her hair, the rhythm of his breathing lulling her into believing all was right in her world.
She woke at sunrise, realizing she’d never bothered to close the room darkening shades on her eastern-facing bedroom window. The glaring light of Tuesday morning seemed to mock her, and she sat up, clutching the tangled sheet to her breasts, internal heat rising to her face to combat the chill of the air conditioner.
What had she been thinking?
Chase lay next to her, blissfully asleep. He looked every inch the sexual warrior he’d proven to be last night, muscles bulging, his brow slightly furrowed by a perplexing dream. Her stomach dropped a thousand feet when he moaned in his sleep. God, she wanted to wake him with a kiss and transform herself back into the sensual geisha she’d allowed herself to become the night before.
But what kind of person would that make her?
She wasn’t in love with him. Was she? No. How could she be? She really hardly knew him. A cold,
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