ChapterEleven
CHLOE
The afternoon is a challenge, even with my parents’ help. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the shop as busy. Looks as if Wright’s hasn’t cornered the market on everything surfing as Sylvia would have me believe.
In a brief lull, I manage to bring my mom up to speed on having to escort a customer out of the shop. Better she hears from me than anyone else. Rather than blow up as I’ve been expecting, she responds with a slow hand clap. “I’m so pleased you finally stood up to her. It broke my heart seeing you bullied in school.”
My mom busies herself counting the cash in the register while I lock the front door to stop anyone else coming in. If they’re shopping this late in the day, they’ll just have to deal with it. After flipping the sign to CLOSED, I take a quick scan of the shop. I’m expecting Blake to be long gone, but he's still there.
He's talking to my dad. Unsure what it is the two men are talking about with their heads so close together, I inch my way closer. I’m in time to hear something that has my heart close to bursting out of my chest and me grinning like a fool.
I’ve never packed so fast in my entire life, not even when it was time to leave camp for home. I don’t bother folding anything; rather I stuff everything into my hold-all, not caring how creased they’ll be when I unpack at home.
After a quick goodbye to my folks, and a promise to come for dinner on the Monday, I head out the back door to grab my car. Blake is hot on my heels and every bit as eager to get back to my place as I am.
We can grab his van later.
I don’t bother getting my bag out of the trunk back when we arrive. Instead, I race in through the mud room, making short work of kicking off my sneakers.
On turning, I find Blake is just as keen as I am. His shirt is already on the floor.
I suck my breath in so hard I have a coughing fit. Wow, and here I was thinking he looked good in a wetsuit. Unable to stop myself, I reach out and run my hands down his chest, causing him to hiss out as if in pain.
“Darling, if you want me to last until we get upstairs, might be best if you stopped right there.”
This is all the encouragement I need. However, I come to a crashing halt when I see the pile of clothes in the middle of my bed. Blast, I’d completely forgotten about last night’s wardrobe dive.
On spotting a half-eaten box of chocolates on my bedside table, I open the top drawer and slide it in before Blake can witness my guilty pleasure.
I’m just as quick when it comes to removing the clothes that cover my bed. Sure, I’ll be ironing for the next week, but I don’t care. I want Blake; I want his body hard up against mine, our hearts touching and him deep inside me.
I’ve never be more sure of anything in my life.
BLAKE
Chloe is a whirlwind, shoving all those clothes onto the floor beside the bed and whipping the covers back. I do love a woman who knows her own mind. Stitch that. I’ve loved Chloe since as far back as I can remember.
There’s no doubt she wants this as much as I do. I step over, and mimicking her actions of the day before, grab the bottom of her top and lift it up, and over her head. Next, I unzip the front of her denim skirt and slide it down over her hips.
The scent of her arousal fills the air between us, nearly bringing me to my knees. Then I decide that’s not a bad place to start, but not before she’s as bare as nature intended. I’m fumbling with the hooks on her bra when I become aware of her ripping open the Velcro closing on my shorts.
Two minutes later and we’re both naked and unable to keep our hands off each other. She’s everything I’d imagined down the years. All those teenage dreams in biology class are finally being realized and they’re every bit as wonderful as I’d hoped.
I pull her tight against me, any ideas of my usual method of seducing a woman out the window. I don’t want to seduce Chloe; I want to make love to her. “You’re perfect,” I whisper into her flaxen hair.
After tumbling onto the bed, I suck first on one pebbled nipple and then the other. Chloe mews in response, her back arching off the bed in an effort to be closer. It’s nearly my undoing.
I move down her body, peppering her with hot kisses, her body writhing under me in response. Hovering over her mons, I murmur, “I’ve dreamt of doing this all day long,” my breath rippling the curls at her apex of her thighs.
After spreading her wide, I suck hard, taking my fill. This woman of mine is as juicy as any peach. I slide first one finger, then two deep inside her and she responds as I knew she would.
But I’m not giving her the release she begs for just yet. When that happens, I want to be deep inside her, our bodies moving in unison, our hearts beating as one.
I move up her body until my tip is poised at the very entrance to her core, and there I wait for permission.
Chloe’s light gray eyes have always been expressive, telling of pain, love, and a myriad of other emotions. Today, all I can see is a pure primal desire that’s more than a match to my own.
As I sink into her heat, our eyes are locked, and the sense of coming home is overwhelming and it’s every bit as good as I’ve fantasized about.
I pull out almost all the way and she whimpers for my return. I plunge back in, even deeper, and any rational thoughts are swamped by a burning need to make this woman mine for all eternity.
When Chloe wraps her ankles around behind my back, I sink balls-deep into her welcoming folds, with fulfillment arriving for both us. It’s been quicker than I could have imagined and I glory at her trusting me like she has.
As I kiss the side of her mouth, I reach out and open the top drawer of her bedside cabinet. I then pop the chocolate I’ve grabbed between Chloe’s lips.
It’s only fair she should have something to nibble on while I’m doing the same.
Sliding down her body I know I’m finally home, and I couldn’t be happier.
