Taming Chloe Summers (Grover Beach Team #7) (24 page)

His dangerous promise makes tingling shivers race down my skin. My shoes slip from my fingers, landing with a low thud on the floor. As Justin prowls ever closer, a tiny smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Maybe I don’t want to get away after all.

Sucking my lip between my teeth, I take a tentative step backward, into his room.

Justin

The door closes with a quiet click behind me. Reaching out, I turn the key. Chloe stands in the middle of the cabin, her big, doe-like eyes set on me with a hungry innocence that only this girl can pull off. It’s almost ironic that she’s the one looking so shy now.

Tugging my shirt out of my pocket, I toss it aside, not caring where it lands, then slowly walk forward, never breaking eye contact with her. There’s no way I’m going to ask her again if she really wants this. She made the decision the moment she crossed the threshold. And now she’s mine, if only for tonight.

With guarded anticipation, Chloe swallows and bats her long lashes a couple of times, but she doesn’t back away from me. Stopping in front of her with only inches between us, I look at her face for the length of a breath. When she licks her bottom lip, I reach up and run my thumb across it, following the wet trail. Then I lean in and suck on that lip that has been driving me insane for so many days now.

Her hands lift to my stomach, her fingernails gracing my skin in a soft caress on their upward exploration. It tickles, and my muscles twitch in response. I’ve been hard since I walked through that door, but with her curious hands on me now, she’s completely undoing me. My soaked pants, which usually hang low on my hips, start to feel uncomfortably tight. But before I can discard them, I’ve got a girl to undress. And I’ll do it with great pleasure.

Our tongues tenderly stroke each other. Eyes shut and kissing her deeper, I slide my hands down her back until I reach the waistband of her skirt. There’s a tiny zipper in the center. Unhurriedly pulling it down with two fingers, I run my hand over her butt cheek, shaping my palm to the perfect mound. Seconds later, the damp fabric falls and lands on the floor in a puddle around her feet.

I slide a glance down her body. Chloe in nothing but this tight, stomach-baring top and underwear is one hell of a view. But what’s hidden beneath it is certainly even more of a feast for the eyes. The top has to go, so I grab the hem of it. In one lithe movement, it comes off over her head then drops to the floor behind her and is forgotten an instant later.

Dammit, but I was right. Dark gray satin and black lace covers her essential bits—I knew the girl had style. The lush curves of her breasts pushing out of her bra tempt me sorely to lean down and cover them with licks and kisses. They weren’t so ample last time I touched them—but she’d been a girl then. Resisting the urge to go too fast and ruin this magical moment, I slide one strap off her shoulder and breathe a kiss to the bend of her neck. Then I skim my thumb over her left breast, feeling her nipple tighten under the fabric.

Those big, dark eyes fixed on me, Chloe parts her lips for a tiny inhale of pleasure. I capture her mouth once more. As we fervently kiss, her delicate fingers start to work on my belt. Even though I can hardly keep a grip on my appetite for this woman, I stop her, taking her hands in mine. “No,” I whisper as I look her sternly in the eye. “I told you I’m going to have you
my
way.”

Surprise and also some nervous excitement flash in her eyes, but she nods and quietly obeys my order.

Keeping her wrists in a firm hold and steadily sinking to my knees, I trail a path of feather-light kisses down her throat, over her cleavage, between the valley of her breasts, and lower, to her belly button. Oh, I love swirling my tongue inside it, her abs quivering from the sensation.

The moment I let go of her hands, she places them on my shoulders. Her nails dig mercilessly into the flesh at the back of my neck. The gentle pain is a real turn-on. Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I pull them down with wicked leisure.

My mouth waters for a taste of her, but I bite my tongue instead. Anticipation is a killer. And it seems to be torturing Chloe just as much, because the heady scent of her arousal already envelopes me.

I help her step out of her underwear and pocket it as I rise again. Then I sweep her up off her feet. With a little shocked gasp, she throws her arms around my neck and smiles when I touch my brow to hers. I carry her over to the wall with the window, where I kick the chair out of the way. It tips over to the floorboards with a loud thud. Chloe winces in my embrace. I put her down on the desk, then knock her knees apart with my thigh, and stand between her legs.

“Is this part of
your way
?” she asks with a teasing yet shy gleam in her eyes as she leans slightly backward, propping herself up with her hands.

“You bet.” Keeping my gaze firmly locked with hers, I reach down to slide my hand between her thighs. Chloe sucks in a quick breath when my finger easily dips into her sleek folds. I lean down to her ear. Nibbling the lobe, I whisper, “And it doesn’t feel like you have any objections.”

She lowers her chin, catching her lip between her teeth, and a portion of her silky hair sways forward over her shoulder. The rosy flush on her cheeks drives me nearly insane with craving. Or maybe it’s the way her muscles squeeze around my finger when I start moving it in and out.

Lowering to my knees and settling on my haunches, I bring my mouth to the core of her thighs and start kissing it like I had her lips before.

A dragged out whine escapes her, causing my eyes to snap up to her torn face. “
Ohh
…my God.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Continuing the tender torture, I enjoy every little tremor of her thighs. Then, with her taste still on my tongue, I stand up with a smirk and rub the back of my hand over my mouth before I kiss her. Again, her fingers find my belt, and this time, I let her unbuckle it while I reach into the drawer near her for my wallet and blindly retrieve the condom I always keep there. Chloe opens the button of my shorts and unzips the fly, her fingers gently brushing against my sensitive skin as she frees me, giving me shivers. Then she takes the foil from me, rips it open and, with what seems like deliberated slowness, slips the condom over my hard-on. Damn, she’s trying to kill me, I know.

My open shorts still hang over my butt, damp and heavy. I don’t care to shake them off or have her shove them down, because if I don’t get inside of her right now, I may very well explode.

As I enter her warmth, her fingers move away so I can slide all the way home. Goodness gracious, to be there again. Eyes closed and motionless, I take a deep breath, savoring every ounce of sensation of Chloe’s body squeezing me tight. Only when her smoking-hot legs wrap around my hips and pull me against her with eager expectation do I start a gentle rocking.

Reveling in our joining, she dips her head back, exposing her delicate neck to me. I swirl my tongue over her skin, kissing every inch of it. God, I love the little soft moan that escapes her.

She lifts her head again and finds my mouth for another burning kiss, but the next instant, someone bumps into the locked door, and we snap apart in shock. The person rattles the handle. A sharp volley of knocks follows. “Justin? Are you there?” Damn, it’s Greyson, and he sounds all but out of his mind. “The door’s jammed.”

Scrunching my face, I give Chloe an apologetic look. Then I shout, “This is really bad timing, Grey.”

“Screw the timing. We have a problem!”

“Screw the timing?” I mouth to Chloe with amused wonder, and she giggles underneath me.

“Chloe’s gone missing!”

Oh. That’s a problem indeed.

Without a moment to take a breath, he goes on, “Julie said all her things are gone from the cabin. The girls found her suitcase outside and—oh!” A short pause. When he speaks next, puzzlement is clear in his voice. “Aren’t these her shoes?”

This can’t be happening. Biting back a sheepish grin, I lean my forehead against Chloe’s, informing my roomie, “She’s fine, Grey. Tell Julie to calm down. Chloe will be back in the morning.”

“How can you say that?” He rattles the door again. “And what the hell are you doing in there?”

“Believe me”—locking intense gazes with Chloe, I end the conversation with Greyson—“you don’t want to know.”

On a cheeky note, Chloe adds then, “Good night, Grey!”

“Good night, Ch—” He breaks off, his voice dropping with shock. “Oh, fuck.”

Exactly.

Ignoring what’s happening outside, I shove my shorts down and then lift her from the desk. She cuddles against me, arms around my neck, as I carry her across the room and gently lay her down on my bed. Kissing a trail that starts at her toes, then up her body, ending on her mouth, I lower on top of her and continue what my roommate so rudely interrupted two minutes ago.

Ready and waiting, Chloe welcomes me. Her back arches slightly off the bed, her chest and stomach pressing against me. I slip one hand underneath her and snap her bra open, then slowly slide it off her shoulders and discard it on the floor.

Tangled in the sheets, we work up a sweat together. She’s building up fast, and so am I. But I intend to make this night last forever, so I switch positions with her every time she comes too close.

“Justin Andrews, you’re a sadist,” she pants in frustration when I roll over and pull her on top of me. But the tiny, wicked smile on her lips tells me she’s enjoying every switch as much as the buildup.

Her hair fans out around my face when she leans down to nibble my lip. The stinging bite that follows is probably for revenge. Thrusting my fingers into her silky strands, I pull her head closer and kiss her hard.

Her nostrils flare with her quick breaths, her movements faster now. If I let her continue, she’ll be done within a minute. And probably me, too. “Not yet, baby.” I flip her onto her back, pinning her hands to the mattress above her head, our fingers intertwined.

“Justin…
please
!” she starts whining, her face torn with longing and pleasure. “I can’t…”

She can’t what? Bear it any longer? Damn, I love when she begs me for her release. Letting go of her hands but keeping her in place with my body flush to hers, I give her what she’s asking for.

Fingers clawed, her nails bite into the skin between my shoulder blades. If they go any deeper, she’ll draw blood, but not even that would stop me now. Eventually, that final, sharp breath hisses through her teeth, and her thighs clamp around me. It’s a delight to watch her writhe underneath me. So beautiful. I let her ride out the climax until all her adorable quivers stop. Only when she lies completely still and breathless do I brush her dampened hair off of her forehead with one gentle finger and then plant a soft kiss on her brow.

“You look spent,” I tease her in a whisper.

She skims her soft hand through my hair, her eyes content and big when she smiles. “You don’t.”

Yet.
Expelling a breath, I lean down for another kiss and resume a gentle rocking. It doesn’t take long until I follow her, and the world goes dark around me for a short, tender moment.

*

She’s so pretty when she sleeps. Dawn is breaking, and I’ve been watching Chloe for almost an hour. Sprawled on her front, her hair fanning out on the pillow, her rib cage lifts and falls in slow, even breaths. I’d love to keep lying here with her all day, our limbs entangled, just skimming my hand through her hair. But we’ve got a camp to run and a wild horde of kids to entertain. If I’m still lying here when she opens her eyes, odds are all of that will slip into oblivion.

Cautiously, so as not to wake her, I pull my arm out from under her head. She stirs a little and a meow-like sigh escapes her, but I manage to get out of bed without disturbing her and walk into the bathroom. A ten-minute rain of hot water washes away the scent of our lovemaking. It fills me with a twinge of melancholy. How long until it’ll linger on me again? What happened on the other side of this door could have been a one-time thing only. Who knows what’s going on in Chloe’s stubborn little head? She might have given in to a moment of passion last night, but today the distance could be back.

Well, not if I can help it. Turning off the warm water, I step out of the stall and towel myself dry then slip into fresh boxers and yesterday’s khaki shorts, which have dried during the night. When I sneak out of the bathroom, Chloe’s lying on her back with one arm above her head on the pillow, fast asleep. From the wardrobe, I fetch a white muscle shirt and pull it over my head.

“Good morning.” The sound of her soft voice slithers like a silk scarf down my back.

Tugging the shirt down, I slide a glance over my shoulder. She hasn’t moved an inch, only her eyes are wide open and warm now. “Hi there.” From the top shelf, I grab a blue-checkered, short-sleeved shirt and put it on over the muscle shirt on the way over to her. Ducking under the top bunk, I lower to the edge of the mattress and lean in to kiss her, now fully awake.

“You’re up early,” she says.

“I’m not used to sharing my bed with someone…so possessive.” I waggle my brows at how she’s sprawled out over the entire mattress.

It coaxes a snicker from her. Then she rolls to the side, clutching the covers tightly to her chest. “I’m not used to sharing, either.” A smile, then her tongue darts out briefly to mock me. I should catch it with my teeth… But, like I said, we have other things to do.

“Breakfast is in an hour. You should get out of bed and get dressed before Greyson shows up.” I’m not sure if he spent the night in one of the boys’ cabins or in Julie’s, but when he comes back, I’d rather have the cabin cleaned and free of any evidence of last night’s events.