“Note to self, this might be another thing that’s better in fiction.”
As his erection sprung from his pants, bobbing gently against his stomach, I murmured, “I’m going to have to disagree with you there; this reality is everything I could have wished for.”
He kicked his pants away but didn’t immediately return to me. “I’m sorry, I can’t leave you lopsided.”
“What?” I choked out, as I realized his intent. His hands grasped my ankles again, and while I couldn’t see him, I could feel his lips caress my left ankle. As he worked his way up to my left knee, tremors wracked my body.
“See, you like this too,” he chided. My shaking grew stronger as he hit the inside of my left thigh, until he reached the apex of my legs and settled in for a visit. I let out a choked laugh at my own euphemism, but the swipes of his tongue against my most sensitive skin killed it quickly.
“Yes. Right there,” I choked on a gasp after a few moments of exploration. He was torturously slow in his attentions. “Pick up the pace or get up here. The lady is getting impatient.”
He chuckled, and I felt the vibrations through my core. “Noted.” He brought his talented fingers into play, applying pressure and rubbing while his tongue worshipped mine. Apparently typing was a highly underrated skill in developing hand dexterity and stamina. It was my last thought before the tremors overtook my body and sensation flooded me.
“Chase!” I couldn’t hold back my cry. He slowly ceased his motions as my body relaxed, grasping my hips, and laying his ear against my stomach.
“Is it fair to say I’m forgiven?” he asked, with a quick kiss to my hip bone.
“No,” I chuckled.
In mock outrage he said, “What does a man have to do?”
“Me. A man has to do me. You’ve only got partial credit right now. No one likes a half-assed apology, Chase.”
“Have I mentioned that I love your lack of ambiguity? I never thought blunt would be hot, but it is,” he insisted. “My body is yours. Do you want to continue here, or move somewhere more comfortable?”
I was resolute. “We started this on a pool table, and we’re going to finish it on a pool table. I want the full romance novel experience. Unless you’re worried about us damaging it?”
“Unlikely. But two words: worth it.” He found his jeans on the floor and dug a condom from the pocket, placing it on the edge of the pool table.
Stray tingles still ran through my body. I pushed myself up until I could wrap my arms around Chase’s neck and bring his body into the shelter of my thighs. Placing my lips against his fired my blood with renewed desire. To touch. To caress. Revel in his heat. My hands fluttered down his body to his hamstrings, walking through the hair there and around, inching ever closer to his erection. He groaned into my mouth as I wrapped my hands around him firmly, caressing to the tip.
“Tamra. I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
“There’s no extra credit for duration, Chase. Suit up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He made quick work of rolling on the condom. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Somehow, I doubted he’d find an eye roll sexy, so I went for it. And by it, I meant his body, wrapping my hands around his hips until I had a solid handful of his glutes and encouraged him into position. He bumped against my entrance a few times before sliding inside me. To the hilt. This time my eyes did roll back, but for a different reason. Chase’s rhythm was stupidly slow, and I was not prepared to stay silent about it.
“Chase,” I growled. “Please.”
“Ah, Tamra, I’m the only one doing any begging tonight. This is my apology tour.” He sped up, adding a small hip swivel when he was fully seated, and the friction was what I needed to lose conscious thought. He kept bumping and grinding away, and my attention centered on the mass of nerve endings between my legs. I was so ... close. So close. My nails may have inadvertently dug into his skin, and he took it as a signal to move faster. Each plunge tilted me closer to the edge and stars burst behind my eyes as his deepest stroke pushed me into ripples around him. He thrust for the final time before resting his head on my shoulder, breathing hard.
I opened my eyes to see Chase focused intently on my face. “How about now? Am I forgiven now?” he asked mischievously.
I kissed him quickly before sinking back against the felt. “I’m considering your case. It’s a difficult one. It might take me all night to review the evidence.”
He smiled, before groaning and pulling away, returning a few minutes later with a robe that he offered to me.
“Well, I’m happy to turn state’s evidence, but maybe I could ask for a continuation in my bedroom?” He snuck a quick kiss while waiting for my response, and slowly pulled his navy robe around my shoulders before helping me down from the table.
“I’ll allow it.” My knees only wobbled a little as I trailed him into his room, but I couldn’t hide my smile.
Snuggling into the curve of Chase’s shoulder was the perfect ending to a lovely evening. I sighed as he ran a hand absently over my curls. The stroking was hypnotic and the soft touch had me melting further into his hold. Safe. Content. Ready to take on the world. The last of my fears had dissolved under the weight of his attentiveness to my needs.
Chase appeared boneless, the satisfied smile on his mischievous lips reassuring me that for all his uncertainty earlier in the evening, we’d forged a bond over the pool table that gave us both hope in the future.
Heh. Bond. That was one word for it. I pushed up to straddle Chase’s hips and traced a playful finger around one male nipple. “We
