Chapter Nine
Just like that, he was hard, his dick pressing insistently against the seam of his jeans. She shifted on his lap, her shorts-clad ass rubbing against his hard-on, and there was no way that was an accident.
Especially when she did it again.
“Mia,” he said warningly. There was only so much he could take.
“I believe that was as clear an invitation as you can get, Hamilton.” She rocked on his lap again. “So what’s it going to be?”
“Even if I leave?”
“I never expected you to stay.” She placed one hand on each side of his face, holding it steady as she looked into his eyes. “I want you anyway. For as long as you’re here, for as long as we can. It won’t be forever, but it’ll be enough.”
Not for him. He’d walked away from her before, when he was too young and too stupid to know any better. He didn’t know if his heart could take it if he had to do it again.
But he couldn’t walk away from this either.
Slipping one arm under her knees and the other around her back, he stood. The comfortable weight of her in his arms, her body snugged up against his as she rested her head on his shoulder, was familiar after a week of carrying her around.
It felt good. Right. Like she was meant to spend a lifetime in his arms.
But if they only had tonight, or next week, or however long he’d be here, he’d learn to take what he could get.
*
Oh, thank God. She melted in his arms, enjoying the now-familiar sense of being carried upstairs like she was precious cargo, royalty, with the added bonus of the promise of sex when they reached her bedroom.
Her bedroom. Dammit, was she ever going to learn?
“Sorry about the mess,” she said as they reached the top of the stairs, wishing again she’d taken the time to at least put her lingerie away before going to rehearsal that morning.
“Are you kidding?” He nodded his head at the bra on the mirror. “If that’s what I get to look forward to seeing on you, I’m a happy, happy man.” He paused. “No, scratch that. I’m looking forward to seeing it off you.”
Mia squeaked as he suddenly dropped her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing gently beneath her.
“In fact, I’d like to see it off you now, if that’s okay with you,” he said, stripping his own shirt off over his head.
She stopped, hands gripping the hem of her tank top, and just stared. Because no matter how hot he looked on screen, nothing compared to the actual man in the flesh. Light hair dusted his chest, the muscles moving under golden skin as he casually tossed his shirt on the floor. The hair darkened and narrowed as it sneaked down beneath his waistband.
Her fingers itched to follow that happy trail, over well-defined abs and the cut of his hipbones, to delve into his pants like she’d wanted to for so many years.
She wanted all of him, all at once, and had no idea where to start.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he chided, stilling his hands. “I don’t want to be the only naked one here.”
“I wouldn’t object,” she said. She also managed not to drool or swallow her tongue, which was a bonus. But she stripped her tank top off over her head anyway.
“God.” He dropped down onto the bed next to her, one finger tracing the lace at the upper edge of her bra. “So sexy.”
She shivered under his touch. Her nipples beaded beneath the smooth satin cup, pressing insistently at the fabric.
Chase dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth, right through the fabric.
Mia moaned, her hands gripping the back of his head. She wasn’t sure if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away—the sensations were too much and not enough at the same time.
He pushed the strap of her bra off her opposite shoulder and tugged the cup down until her breast was exposed. Then he switched sides and laved that nipple with his tongue, his hands meeting at the front of her bra.
She finally realized, through the haze of desire singing through her veins, that he was trying to open the front clasp. Impatiently, she pushed his hands away and unclasped it herself. Then she shrugged out of it and leaned back on her elbows, offering up her breasts for his talented tongue again.
He didn’t disappoint, diving down to suck one tight bud into his mouth and pluck at the other one with his fingers. She moaned and spread her legs, giving him room to ease between them on the bed.
“Too many clothes,” he tsked, glaring at her shorts. “Unacceptable.”
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, he slowly dragged them off her body, leaving her in a tiny black thong and nothing else.
Chase groaned, resting his forehead on her stomach. “You’re going to kill me,” he rasped out.
“I will if you don’t get naked too,” she whispered, reaching for him.
He stood abruptly and popped the button on his shorts, sliding them and his boxer briefs off in one smooth motion. His hard cock jutted out and curved against his stomach.
Her fingers itched to touch. Her hands opened and closed involuntarily as she stared.
He must have felt the same way, because he reached out and dragged her thong down her legs and tossed it on the floor.
The pile of clothing they’d discarded was starting to get big.
She couldn’t bring herself to care.
Especially when he gently pressed her legs apart and lowered his head to taste her.
Mia whimpered as he slicked his tongue between her folds, pausing to circle her clit gently before starting over. Again and again, he laved her pussy, dipping in to taste and tease. He skimmed one hand up her inner thigh and beyond, reaching between her legs to part her folds. Then he slid his finger inside and began to thrust.
Her back arched off the bed, head tossing from side to side as he pumped in and out, adding a finger when she moaned. He bent his head and sucked lightly at her clit.
She broke, waves of sensation flooding her, pulsing through her limbs, leaving her weak and breathless. She looked down her body to see him between her legs, a smile of fierce satisfaction on his face. His mouth shone with her juices.
“Delicious.” He grinned, licking his lips. Then he crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his body onto hers.
They both shuddered at the sensation, his cock cradled between her thighs, pressing firmly against her wetness. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hips in closer.
They rocked together, his hard length slipping between her folds, the slickness teasing both of them. Finally, he rose up and looked her in the eye. “Condom?”
She nodded breathlessly, wriggling out from under him to reach the bedside table. Fumbling for a packet, she finally grabbed one and slapped it into his palm.
“Take me.”
*
Chase shuddered, fighting for control. It was all he could do to keep from burying himself in her before he could get the condom on. Rising up on his haunches, he ripped open the packet and rolled on the condom. Then he slid one arm under each of her knees, opening her to him, and pressed all the way in.
They both groaned at the sensation. She was so tight, so wet, gripping his cock as he pulled back out and thrust in again. He set up a rhythm, moving faster and faster as he drew little moans and cries from her throat, her head whipping from side to side, long brown hair tangling on the comforter.
Her tan skin shone, fairly glowing with exertion as they moved together. Her brown nipples were tight and gorgeous, making his mouth water. Her breasts brushed against his chest as he lowered his head to kiss her.
The thrust of his tongue mimicked his strokes, plunging into her mouth like his cock in her pussy. He was surrounded by heat and wet and whimpers of pleasure. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his orgasm when she arched beneath him and shattered, a long, keening cry dragging him after her. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through him until he was wrung out, collapsing on top of her for long moments.
Mia pushed gently at his shoulder. He took the hint and rolled to the side, bringing her with him, still buried inside her. She slung one leg over his thigh, snuggling in to his chest and sighing contentedly.
He stroked his fingers through her hair, smoothing out the tangles. “You okay?”
He felt rather than saw her nod. “Never better,” she mumbled, sleep lacing her voice.
“Same,” he replied, because it was true, even though that scared the hell out of him. His future was so uncertain. What was going to happen if he left?
What would happen if he didn’t?
“Stay,” she murmured, startling him. Had he spoken his thoughts out loud? Then she added, “Just for tonight. Don’t go.”
He breathed out, wrapping his arms around her. Tonight, he could do. Beyond that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep.