Cass wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She’d never had a climax that rocked her so deeply. Chance kissed her down there before trailing kisses up her tummy and between her breasts all the way to her lips. His arms cradled her, and he stroked down her back as his kiss gentled her raging emotions.
“I’d ask if it was good for you, but I already know.”
She thumped his chest but it was a feeble blow. “Holy cowboy. That was...” She inhaled and her breath hitched a couple of times as little aftershocks zinged all the way to her fingers and toes.
He laughed—a deep, throaty sound like a happy growl. Her head found the niche of his shoulder and seemed to fit. She curled in at his side, her fingers ruffling the soft hair on his chest. There was just enough there to play with so she did. In comfortable silence, they held each other. She’d almost dozed off when she shifted her knee over his thigh. And encountered his arousal. She shivered, and goose bumps prickled her skin.
Cass skimmed her palm down his chest and across some amazing ridges that defined his abdomen. Forget six-pack abs. This guy was at least an eight if not a twelve. When her questing fingers encountered his erection, his hips arched, and he groaned.
“If you touch me now, I won’t last.”
Her face crinkled with glee. “Oh? I guess that means I have you at my mer—” She choked on the last word as Chance grabbed, flipped and settled his brawn on top of her.
“I want to be inside you. We’ll play later.”
“I don’t ride bareback.”
He reached into a drawer next to the bed and withdrew a shiny packet. “Neither do I. Do you want the honors?”
“Um...awkward. Nope. I leave it up to your expert hands.”
He grinned, ripped the top of the packet with his teeth and...oh, yeah. He definitely had expert hands. Cass had never found this particular part of lovemaking sexy, but what he did with his hands left her panting and wanting more. He stroked himself as he stroked her, and she arched her hips.
“Anytime now, cowboy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
That was the last coherent thought she had for a very long time. He sank in, and she gasped. He filled her comfortably and once in, he withdrew almost immediately. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him inside. She found the rhythm, matched and expanded it, and succumbed to the sensations surging along her neural paths. She hoped they didn’t short-circuit her brain. Then she hoped they would. Then she just didn’t care, totally lost in the sensation of Chance driving into her. The muscles on his back bunched under her hands, and she cinched her legs tighter, as if she were riding a bucking bronco. His breath whooshed out, and she swore she could feel him swell and grow larger. A switch triggered deep inside her, and she spiraled up and out of control.
They came together, and lights sparkled behind her closed eyelids. She shivered and felt an answering shudder from him as he pushed against her, riding slowly now as he milked the last bit of passion from them both. Sated, sleepy and more contented than she’d felt in...forever, she nuzzled his neck, smiling at the salty taste of his skin.
He kissed her temple and pushed against the restraint her legs formed around his waist. “I’m too heavy.” The words came out mumbled.
She opened her eyes. He looked like she felt, and that made her smile even bigger, but she unhooked her ankles. Her legs quivered and dropped like logs to the bed. He rolled to his side and pulled her close, one hand caressing her hip and thigh.