“Easy, baby. I’m already primed.”
She raised her head but not before giving him a swirl with her tongue. “I’ll be gentle.” She didn’t hide the smirk on her face, and after a wink and a cheeky grin, she went back to work.
Chance thought he might die before she finished him off. Cassie had tricks he’d never experienced, and he’d experienced a lot. Sated and lazy, he managed to pull her up to lay next to him, her head just below his shoulder. He hugged her loosely with one arm as her hand alternated between playing with the hair on his chest and places lower.
He was not a man who kept a woman in his bed overnight, but he wanted to spend the night with this woman in his arms—wanted to spend every night with her. He hadn’t dated anyone else since he’d first seen her in Chicago; hadn’t even looked at other women. He had feelings for her but couldn’t define them. The Barrons didn’t exactly have a great track record when it came to long-term relationships. Yet this woman touched something deep inside him—a place he wasn’t aware of until she came into his life.
He kissed the top of her head and breathed her in. Her hair smelled faintly of sweat and citrus, and his stomach tightened. She nuzzled his skin in a sleepy kiss, and he settled in just to hold her. He’d make sure she was as satisfied as she’d made him when she woke up. For now, she seemed as content as he was.
A few minutes later, the colt stirred but didn’t try to get up. Cass awoke instantly but Chance tightened his arms around her. “He’s just moving around, darlin’. It’s okay. We’ll walk him here in a few minutes. First, though, I have my own Plan B to implement.”
Her lips curled in a cat-and-cream smile, and her eyes twinkled. He slid down her body until he found a breast. With lips and tongue, he started a slow, sweet assault, gratified when her breath hitched and her legs twitched. He smoothed a hand down her side and cupped the curve of her ass for a gentle squeeze before he pulled her knee over his hip. His fingers dipped lower, finding her sweet spot. Her sharp exhalation ruffled his hair and he smiled, his tongue still flicking over her pebbled nipple. He pushed one finger inside her, and her inner muscles gripped him with wet ferocity. He added a second and she rocked against his hand. He let her set the pace. This time was for her. All her. He wanted her to come saying his name.
Cass panted, and each breath pushed her breast against his tongue. He discovered that his own breathing matched hers, and even as her heart thundered beneath his ear, his heart galloped along. He hardened to the point of pain but didn’t care. His fingers caressed and teased, driving her hips to thrust harder and faster. He found her magic button with his thumb and savored her gasp.
“Yes. Yes...oh, yes.” She didn’t shout it, she whimpered. And that was even sweeter to his ears.
His erection throbbed in time to the clenches her muscles made around his fingers. He rubbed against her firm thigh, the friction making him even harder.
“C’mon, baby. That’s my girl. Come for me. Show me how beautiful you are.”
“Oh, Chance.” His name sighed across her lips and he felt himself tighten. Damned if he wasn’t going to come again, with her this time.
“That’s it, honey. Yes. C’mon.” His hips surged against her, rocking with the same rhythm as hers.
She whimpered, and a soft cry escaped right before she inhaled. A shudder rocked her body, and he exploded as she called his name. “Chance!”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he lifted his head, seeking her lips. He kissed her. Long and hard and deep, his tongue sweeping across hers, his lips branding hers.