“Chloe Coleman?”I pull a face.“She’s like a fucking sister, Jack.Don’t be disgusting.”
When I head back to my room, I see Chloe standing outside her door, fighting with her room card, red-eyed, grunting and eventually kicking the door.
God, she’s adorable.Those legs, that dress, her hair.That feisty temper.Could she really care for me?Could I drag her into that room and talk it out with her?Now?
Chloe snaps her head around as I walk toward her.I know now that we need to be careful.I glance up at the camera in the hall, and then keep walking, the smell of honey from her perfume filling my senses as I near.
“Chloe,” I say, my eyes dropping down to meet hers.
“Matt,” she says, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes round and full of shame.“I’m so sorry.You have to—”
“Shhh,” I say, taking the plastic room card from her hand.I push it into the slot and open the door.“Not now.”
“I’d like to explain,” she says, as I take her by the hand and lead her into the room.She closes the door behind her and for a moment we stand looking at each other, her eyes nervous and searching.“I don’t think those things about you.I promise.”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” I say, and then I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard on the lips.Her lips part in return and I hear the faint moan that escapes her as she wraps her arms around me.She wants this just as badly as I do.
I quickly scoop her up and walk her over to the bed.Shelands with a gentle bounce, her hair fanning out, her dress shimmering as it catches the low light of the lamp.
I run my hand up the length of her stockinged leg, catching my fingers on a lingerie suspender belt near the top of her thigh.She tentatively grins, cheeks pink, as I curl my fingers around the edge of the silk fabric.
“You’re not mad at me?Or hating me for what happened?”
“Do you want me to be?”I say as I rip the stockings off the clips and pull them down her perfect legs.
“No, but—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish that thought, as I reach my hand between her legs, push her lace panties aside, and rub my finger across her clit.“I can’t get enough of you,” I say, feeling her arch against me right away.
“We have qualifying tomorrow,” she reminds me, groaning into my ear.
“It’s a night race,” I say, feeling her hot breath quicken against my neck as she smiles.I inhale her scent, my nose buried in that mass of curls.
“Matt, I’m going to—”
“I know,” I say, feeling her body stiffen against my hand.
I stop moving my fingers and Chloe’s breath hitches; she turns her head to me.“What are you doing?Why are you stopping?”
“Not stopping,” I say.“Just taking it slow.”
She reaches down and tugs on my hand.“Of all the times to take it slowly,” she says.
I sink my teeth into the fabric of her dress just on the shoulder, as I pick her up and push her against the wardrobe, obligingly taking her to the very edge again, feeling her come against my hand.
I pull her relaxed body into me, moving her back toward the bed, leaning down to kiss her on the mouth as we fall into each other, peeling our clothes off slowly.I lift the dress carefully over her head and she lies back in her black lace underwear.“Beautiful,” I say.“You’re just beautiful.”
Chloe reaches up to slowly unbutton my shirt, as I unbuckle my pants and kick off my trousers.For the first time I have her somewhere quiet.
I kiss her everywhere I find skin, and she runs her fingers across my body; her soft touch is electric, and I flex in response.
As I slide inside her, I feel her body shudder against mine.She pushes the hair out of my face and kisses me gently on the mouth.I want to tell her I love her.It feels without any doubt that I do.
I have to rest my head on the pillow for a moment, just to hold on to this a little longer, because I’m not going to last.Not with her looking like she is.Not with me feeling like I do about her.But she reaches her arms around my neck and moves her hips just so, and I move deeper inside her.
“I...Chloe,” I stammer.I want to tell her how I feel, how much I adore her.
“I know, Matt,” she says.“Me too.”
