Could be because it’d been so long since she’d been with a man. Or that it was the boy she’d fantasized about for years who was now a man she’d never imagined he’d be, giving it to her the way a woman secretly desired.
His mouth returned to her ear. “Come for me again,” he said.
It was as if he knew words would make it happen.
“I’m going to,” she said.
“Make it rain on me. Hot and wet, showering me completely.”
No onetalked to her like this during sex. Not in a slow, seductive way encouraging her to get there.
Her arms that were around his neck slid into his hair and yanked it some, her mouth going back to his as she felt her body coming undone.
She needed to shout and refused to give in.
It was easy enough to against his mouth.
The minute she came, he moved into overdrive as if he was hitting the gas in his muscle car and racing toward the finish line with her in the seat next to him urging him on.
His groan was as loud as hers, but they muffled it.
Her body felt as if it had hit a wall, the exhaustion overtaking her, her limbs going limp.
Thank God he was holding her thighs up or she would have collapsed to the ground.
Rather than let go of her, he pulled out and swung her around and into his arms as if he were cradling a baby.
His strength and ability to shift her around as if she were a child was another erotic notch in his favor.
He moved to her bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed, then went into the adjoining bathroom without a word.
She didn’t want this to be a one-night stand.
Most times her first time having sex with a guy was on the subdued side.
She stood up and pushed her skirt back in place. He opened the door and came out.
“I hope you’re not leaving,” she said.
His look made her heart sink. She didn’t want him to go, but maybe it was best to know going in if this was all he was looking for.
“What did you have planned?”
“For me to show you I can make you shout out too,” she said. “I’ve got a whole box of condoms in the bathroom.”
He toed off his sneakers. His jeans were still undone but pulled into place and he shoved them down. “Let’s go,” he said.
17
PULL NO PUNCHES
At five the next morning, Chance’s alarm went off. He rolled over to shut it down hoping not to wake Jocelyn, but she moaned out a, “Noooo,” next to him.
“Sorry,” he said. “Go back to sleep. I need to go home and shower before work.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Five,” he said, throwing the covers back. He’d had no plans of staying the night. Nothing more than getting a piece of ass and leaving.
