Page 29 of Finding Chloe

Flexing, I crushed her body against mine. She gasped at the sudden shift, and I thrust my tongue to dance with hers. When she practically melted into me, my nerves went haywire, dancing beneath my skin. Her sugar scent invaded my senses, and I wondered if I licked her body, if she’d taste just as sweet. My heart continued to thump, rushing to my ears and drowning out all sounds.

Except for the whistles that broke through.

Dazed, I leaned back and glanced around. The need to shield Chloe was strong, but she didn’t seem to mind. Before I could maneuver her behind me, she turned around and flipped Andrew, Travis, and Ryder off.

They all laughed, continuing on their way.

My hands drifted to her hips. I gathered her in my arms and nuzzled her neck. My cheeks felt like they would burst into flames, overriding my previous needs. If only the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

I’d just been caught kissing Chloe.

“We can take this slow, if you want, but if you keep doing that to my neck, we won’t be.”

My entire body stiffened. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. I’d buried my nose into her neck and was inhaling her scent.

“Sorry.” I stepped back, giving us a bit of space.

“Don’t be. I like it.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Why don’t we go someplace and talk some more?”

I nodded and held out my hand. Our room was free with Hunter out for poker night, which usually went late. Chloe laced her fingers with mine, and I led her to the bunkhouse.

The room Hunter and I shared had bunk beds, which were standard in every room, but also had two desks and chairs, two dressers, and two nightstands. It kind of reminded me of how people described their college dorm rooms. It wasn’t really much, but it was enough to get us by.

Traveling for shows and the extensive training when we were home didn’t leave much need for luxury. The live-in houses on the ranch were tailored to the men living there. Our house was still being built for when Hunter and I found the right woman.

The bunkhouse had a communal kitchen and a living room area with a TV and entertainment center. It surprised me that at this hour, there didn’t seem to be a soul in sight. Everyone was either still at dinner or at poker night.

Seeing the room through Chloe’s eyes made me wonder what she thought of it.

Chloe followed me into our room and tugged on my hand. I paused and turned around.

“Will you kiss me again?” she asked.

I stepped close, snaked my fingers through her hair, and leaned in. “You don’t have to ask.” My lips landed on hers before she could say anything else. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I let my hands drift down to her firm ass. The jeans had a snug fit, and I appreciated the view and, even more, thefeel. Chloe shifted her hips against mine as I deepened the kiss.

What had she said before? We could take it slow?

Right now, I didn’t want to take anything slow.

I wanted more, evidenced by my hardening cock I had no doubt Chloe could feel. “I’m sorry,” I said, when she brushed against it and froze in place. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Her eyes glazed over with lust. Her lips were swollen from our kiss, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest told me without words she was just as turned on as I was.

“Don’t be.”

“We were supposed to be taking this s?—”

She cut me off with another kiss. God, she tasted just as sweet as she smelled. Adjusting my hands, I cupped her ass and hoisted her up. Instinctually, she wrapped her legs around me, and I walked us toward a free space on the wall, right next to the door.

I pressed her firmly against the wall and cupped the back of her head while keeping the other hand under her perfect ass. I got her just how I wanted her so I could deepen the kiss, delving my tongue to meet hers. Her soft mewl was music to my ears.

I may not have much experience, but I knew how to follow my instincts. My lips moved from hers along her jaw and down her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, I lightly bit along her exposed shoulder. She gasped and rolled her hips.

Fuck, that felt like magic.

I did it again. And again.

Listening to the little sounds that escaped her made it harder to resist throwing her on the bed and taking this further. Only I didn’t want to rush.

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