He completely lost it and quickly thrust in and out of her. She eagerly met him, pushing up, their hips colliding. He felt her stiffen in his arms seconds before she let out a cry of pleasure, then she started pulsing around him. He thrust inside her – in and out, then collapsed as he spilled his seed deep inside her wet folds.
Neither of them spoke as they gained control of their breathing again. He was burning up inside and out, and trying to find the energy to move, when she slowly moved her hips beneath him. He was still buried deep inside and he felt himself stir at her movement. His eyes opened in amazement. He couldn't understand how he could possibly feel any passion after the earth shattering orgasm he'd just had.
"Mercy – I'm begging you," he pled as he finally pulled from her sheath and turned them so they were on their sides facing each other. Her face turned scarlet as she looked at him.
"I … I … wasn't … " she tried to say.
"Thank you," he said as he gently kissed her. He felt utter exhaustion overtake him as he lay next to her. She tensed for a moment, but he wasn't letting her retreat. They could fight when the morning came. Right then, he felt better than he ever had before and he just wanted to hold her.
He wouldn't let the guilt wash through him, or think of the job he was supposed to be doing. He would fall asleep with her in his arms, and when morning came, they could deal with the world. He reached out and flipped off her light, then pulled her against his body, and fell asleep with a smile still on his face.
Chapter Five
Chad woke up with Bree pressed tightly against him. He took a few moments to gaze at her face – so innocent in sleep. She looked young and carefree in the early morning hours. With reluctance, he untangled himself from her arms and legs, almost changing his mind when she grumbled in her sleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed while she twisted around, reaching out her arm. She finally found the pillow and pulled it against her chest, then sighed as her deep breathing resumed.
Chad quickly used the shower and dressed, then peeked in the door at her still sleeping form. He smiled, hoping she didn't wake before he was finished with his surprise. She'd been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours and she deserved to wake up to something positive.
He searched her fridge, grateful to find all he would need, and then he got to work. Within a half hour he was ready and found a makeshift tray that he loaded and carried to her room. She started to stir when he sat down on her mattress. The smell of fresh coffee must have woken her.
"Mmm," she groaned as her eyes slowly opened and she looked around.
"Good morning," Chad said as he leaned down and kissed her soft lips. She tensed as her eyes opened fully.
"What … What time is it?" she stuttered, unsure of how to act the morning after.
"You have plenty of time to get to work, it's only six-thirty," he answered.
She looked from his face to the tray on her night stand. He'd made her his specialty dish, the one and only thing he knew how to cook to perfection, a Denver Omelet with crispy bacon, hash browns and toast on the side.
"Sit up and I'll hand you the tray. I thought after the day you had yesterday, breakfast in bed would be just what the doctor ordered."
Bree slowly rose and Chad placed the tray on her lap. She looked down as she fought to keep her tears from falling. No man had ever done something so sweet for her and she was having a difficult time maintaining her composure.
"Thank you," she finally murmured as she picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was perfect.
She lifted the fork and took a bite of the omelet and once again her eyes widened as the fluffy masterpiece practically melted in her mouth.
"This is delicious," she exclaimed before shoving another bite in. Before she knew it, her plate was clean and she gave him a sheepish smile.
"I never get to eat so well. I'm usually running late and lucky to have time for a piece of toast. That's one thing I miss from home. Dad has the best cook in the world," Bree said. She polished off the rest of her coffee, then knew she had to get up and ready for her busy day.
"I'm glad you liked it," Chad said, feeling pleased with himself.
"Thank you," Bree said. "I don't want to be rude, but I have to get ready for work … " she hedged. She didn't want to climb from her bed naked, and she was currently sitting there, wrapped in nothing but a thin cotton sheet.
"Before you get ready, I have a gift for you," Chad said with a smile.
Bree looked at him to the small box in his hand. Her eyes rounded in excitement mingled with fear.