Surprise Seduction (28 page)

“Of course.”

He brushed her hair away from her face.
 
“Come on, lazy bones.
 
Time to get up.
 
You shower while I fix us something to eat.”
 
A thought seemed to occur to him.
 
“You don’t have any clothes.”

Oops.
 
Maybe she hadn’t thought this through as well as she should have.

She grinned sheepishly.
 
“Do I need clothes, Chase?”

He swatted her bottom and sat up.
 
He walked to a dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out another pair of navy boxers.

“Yes, I don’t want you to suffer because of my greed.
 
Go get a shower.
 
I’ll find you some sweats and a t-shirt to wear.
 
We’ll go by your place to pick up some clothes.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”
 
He pulled the boxers on, walked over to the bed, and kissed her nose.
 
“Now, get that shower.
 
We have a busy day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yes, I’m taking you out on Sinbad.”

“That smells delicious.”
  
Adrienne stepped into the kitchen wearing only his robe.

The aroma of bacon had led her right to him.
 
His kitchen was like everything else in the apartment.
 
Efficient, modern, and without clutter.

He deftly took the food from the skillet and slid it onto one of the two plates.
 
He put half in one and half in the other.

“
You
smell good,” he responded.

“You can’t possibly smell me over that scrumptious bacon.”

“Sure I can.
 
Your scent never leaves my head.
 
You smell like the sweetest flower.”

She blushed.
 
“You don’t have to say things like that.”

He put down her plate in front of where she sat at the bar. He picked up his plate and joined her on the second bar stool.

“It’s the truth.”

She didn’t comment, just took a bite of her eggs.
 
“Hey, these are good.”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he mocked.

A grin slashed across her face, but quickly faded.
 
“I guess you have lots of experience with morning-after breakfasts, too.”

“Lots,” he agreed sarcastically.

She couldn’t hide her disappointment.

“I’m teasing you.
 
This is a first.
 
I don’t usually invite women into my apartment, Adrienne.
 
You’re my first.”

His first?
 
She liked that thought.

“Are you saying I’ve stolen your virginity, Chase?”
 
Her tone was light, teasing.

“Yes, M’am.
 
Be gentle.”

She took another bite.
 
The eggs were so light they practically melted in her mouth.
 
“I could get used to this.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought after I’d taken my first virgin, too.”

“Was I?”
 
Her gaze met his.

“My first virgin?”

She nodded.

“You’re the only virgin I’ve ever been with.”

“Guess that means I’m special,” she mused.

“There’s no doubting that, Adrienne.
 
From the day I met you, I’ve known there was something different about you.”

Tiny crinkles of laughter fanned out from his eyes as he smiled.
 
He sat his fork down and let his gaze travel over her face.

“You just thought it was my sexual preferences.”
 
Her fork joined his.
 
Her hand played at the opening of the robe she wore, his robe, right at the exposed cleavage of her breasts.

“Little did I know that
you
were my sexual preference.”

“Chase?”

“Hmm?”
 
His gaze focused on where her fingers played.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Really?
 
I’m starved.”
 
He lifted her from the bar stool, and together they lowered to the floor, boxers, t-shirt and robe soon tossed aside.

He groaned.

Her hands left his waistband and explored his body.
 
Her palms mesmerized by the feel of his skin.
 
They journeyed over his chest, up his shoulder and neck.
 
Then back down his arms to his fingertips.

“I want to touch your entire body.”

He groaned again, but let her continue her discovery of his body.
 
Her hands kneaded and rubbed his upper body to her heart’s content before she dropped to her knees.

“Can I take these off?”
 
She gently tugged on his boxers.

“You’re kidding, right?”
 
His voice rasped.

Adrienne giggled and pulled the waistband down his narrow hips, taking care not to catch anything vital.
 
When the elastic stretched across his hard thighs, she couldn’t finish.
 
She had to touch.

Her gaze lifted to his.

“Don’t you dare ask if you can touch me.”
 
His command came out as a rough bark.
 
“Please, Adrienne, just do it.”

At his encouragement, her hands wrapped around his silken hardness.
 
“It’s so soft.”

“Not a good thing to tell a man about certain areas of his body, Adrienne,” his voice strained.

She snickered.
 
“Not that.
 
The skin, I mean.
 
So smooth.
 
Like velvet.”

He was rock hard and pulsating in her grasp.
 
She leaned forward and took his tip in her mouth.

“God, Adrienne, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Her hands moved, stroked as her mouth closed around him.

“You’ve got to stop!”

She jerked back as if he’d hit her.
 
Had she done something wrong?
 
She’d read about this in Sheila’s bathroom reading material.
 
Had she completely screwed it up?

“Did I hurt you?”

“You’re killing me.”
 
He sounded as if she’d done exactly that.

“I’m sorry.
 
I thought…” her voice trailed off.

“Ah, honey.
 
It’s not that I don’t want you to.
 
But you’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you when that happens.
 
A few more seconds, it would’ve been too late.”

“Oh.”
 
Her mouth made a perfect ‘O’.
 
Unable to resist, she leaned back in and kissed his plump tip.

“Adrienne!”

She smiled and stood.
 
“A few more seconds is really all it would take?”

“If that,” he admitted.
 
“Your hot mouth felt too good.”

“I didn’t think there was such a thing as too good,” she ventured, eyeing his burgeoning length, battling with wanting to feel him deep down her throat, battling with wanting to feel him rammed between her thighs, hard and long and stretching her vaginal walls.

“Neither did I,” he groaned.
 
“You just proved me wrong.”

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, lay her gently on his bed.
 
But rather than join her there, he pulled her bottom to the edge and spread her legs, exposing her creamy goodness.

He knelt, leaned in and breathed in her musky feminity.
 
He took his fingers and spread her swollen lips.
 
Such pink perfection.
 
Like petals adorning her glorious flower.

“Chase?”

“It’s okay, babe.
 
Let me look.
 
I want to see you, put your beautiful body to memory.”

“I want you inside me.”

He wanted that too.
 
His cock threatened to explode the skin pulled so tightly around him.
 
But still he didn’t stand and thrust into her waiting wetness.

Instead he licked her sweet little clit, liking how her entire body quivered at the touch of his tongue to her.

“Chase!”

“Let me taste you, Adrienne.
 
I want to have my fill of you.”
 
His tongue flickered back and forth, lapping at the sweet moisture between her legs.

Her fingers clenched his sheets, tugging at the cotton, her head rolled back and forth as she whimpered with pleasure.

Pleasure he was providing.

Good.
 
He wanted her to feel good.
 
Wanted her to come.

While he watched.
 
While he waited to lap up every drop.

And then she did.
 
Her sweet body spasming, her back arching, her lips spilling forth a cry.

Chase could wait no longer.
 
He stood, thrust his cock into her hot pussy, loving how her walls immediately tightened around him, milking his cock with her orgasm.
 
Still, he pumped deeper and deeper, determined to keep her orgasm going, determined to take her higher, to push her over into pure ecstasy.

And then she did.

Holding back his own orgasm was all he could do.
 
Hell, he was pretty sure the tip of his cock was wet with come.
 
Somehow though he’d managed to hold back.
 
Somehow.
 
Probably because he planned to spend a whole lot more time with his cock buried between Adrienne’s heavenly thighs before he completely lost his load.

The wind hit Chase’s face as Sinbad cut a path through Boston Harbor.
 
He loved how the still cool April air stung his cheeks, making him feel alive and a part of elements far greater than mere man.

He glanced at Adrienne.
 
The wind whipped her hair about her face.
 
She laughed into the wind.
 
He’d never seen her look so carefree.