Page 25 of Love In The Air

She chuckled. “Eager?”

Reaching down, he slipped two fingers into her heat. She clenched around him, letting out a soft moan. “You aren’t?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Chance.”

“As you wish.”

He turned her, pressing down on her shoulders. Iz followed his command, placing her hands on the bed and spreading her legs, wiggling that tight little ass in the air. He damn near lost it, but he managed to keep his control. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him, placing his cock at her entrance.

“Ready?”

“Now!” she demanded.

He chuckled, his laughter turning into a loud moan as he thrust inside her. Fuck! Nothing had ever felt so good. She called out his name, pressing back against him. Taking him deeper. After his body adjusted to the shock, he set a steady pace, holding her hips as he drove into her.

“Chance…I need…”

He knew what she needed. Reaching around with one hand, he found her clit, circling with just the right amount of pressure he’d already learned she loved. She cried out, demanding he give her more, faster, harder. Fuck, he never thought he’d enjoy Iz telling him what to do, but all he wanted to do was agree to her every demand right now. He felt his body tighten, but he’d be damned if he came before her. Increasing the pressure, he tilted her hips, the new position causing him to go even deeper. Iz cried out, her walls tightening around his cock, milking him as her orgasm hit. He allowed himself to let go then. Losing himself inside her.

They collapsed on the bed. He rolled them onto their sides so he didn’t crush her. His breath coming in heavy pants, hers matching as they both came down from the amazing ride.

“Fuck me, that was amazing,” she said.

He kissed her neck, the soft spot right below her ear. “Thanks, I’m pretty proud of myself, too.”

She glared at him over her shoulder. “Proud of yourself?”

He grinned. “Yeah. I mean, I gave you two orgasms. That means I win, right?”

One brow arched. “Are we competing for orgasms? Because that’s really not fair. Women can have more in one night than men.”

“Oh, can they?” He met her arched brow, already feeling himself grow hard in her again.

A second eyebrow joined her first before a mischievous smile crossed her lips. “If we’re competing for orgasms, then it’s a good thing I have an entire box of condoms, isn’t it?”

He grinned, kissing her lips softly as he whispered, “A very good thing. May the best lover win.”

“Oh,” she nipped at his lip as he pulled away. “I plan to.”

10

Iz woke up feeling better than she had in weeks. A smile curled her lips as she rolled over in her bed, snuggling deeper into the warm, cozy blankets. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept that well. Chance was like a dose of sexual melatonin.

“Morning.”

She cracked an eye open at the deep cheery voice, spying Chance standing in nothing but his boxers at her kitchen counter, sipping from a steaming mug. Holding the blanket to her chest because she was still naked—yes, he’d seen and touched everything last night, but in the light of day it was…different—she sat up and frowned.

“You’re still here.”

He paused, placing his mug on the counter. “Am I not supposed to be?”

She shrugged. They hadn’t really discussed what came after. She’d been so out of her mind with need last night. This thing had been a whim, and then they’d both fallen into an exhausted sleep.

“I, um, kind of figured you would have snuck out while I was sleeping.”

He cocked his head. “A lot of your hookups do that to you?”

She shrugged as if it didn’t sting each time it happened. “A few.”

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