Page 89 of Spilling the Tea

“And you think a fling with me would mean more than a tumble between the sheets, Zoey?”

“Wouldn’t it?”

He was smart enough to know one night with her would not be enough. But then he wasn’t sure a short-term fling would either. He thought of how much he enjoyed being with her today, so he knew it wouldn’t be all sex. He could see them doing fun things together. Things he hadn’t allowed himself to do in years. “Yes. It would,” he said.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

He caught hold of her hand and immediately felt an awareness of her in every pore of his body. Deep in his gut he knew she’d felt it, too, the intense heat of attraction they shared.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a voice that he thought sounded deep and husky.

“To my bedroom to get out of these wet clothes.”

“May I come with you?” he asked, still holding her hand and feeling the currents flowing between them.

“What about my conditions?”

“I accept them.” He inched closer still, needing to feel her and wanting her to feel him. He reached up and raked his fingers through her wet hair. She was concerned about him catching pneumonia, and he was concerned about her catching it, too. He could feel her heat through her wet clothing, and a primitive force compelled him to want more.

Leaning in, he took her mouth with greed and hunger that rocked his bones, and she was returning his kiss as if she was all in, stroke for stroke. Following his lead, her tongue was showing just what it could do. It seemed he was tapping a hunger inside of her that had been dormant for a while. He had no problem unleashing it.

Her taste was delicious and unique. It made every part of him crackle with a need he hadn’t felt before. He desperately tried to stay in control but felt his resolve weaken to a point he hadn’t counted on. He deepened the kiss, and in a surprise move, she jumped his bones—literally.

Zoey wrapped her legs around him and clung to him like her life depended on it. He supported her hips, loving the feel of her breasts pressing into his chest. A rush of adrenaline with a huge dose of anticipation was driving him, and when he heard her moan his name, he nearly lost it.

He broke off the kiss and stared at her, staring into the most captivating pair of dark eyes he’d ever seen. And those curvy, full lips that were so damn desirable.

“Are you going to stand here and hold me like this, or will you take me where we both want to go, Chance?” she asked.

“I’m going to take you where we both want to go.” He began moving, holding her tight while carrying her to the bedroom. When they reached their destination, he eased her to her feet, and they began quickly removing each other’s clothing. When she was completely naked, his gaze roamed all over her. “You’re beautiful, Zoey.”

“So are you,” she said, as her eyes scanned over him before leaning in for another kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Zoey wasn’t sure just what was happening to her. Never had she felt this electrified, emboldened, and out of control. Her brain was filling with all sorts of intimate, passionate, and arousing thoughts. Whenever he kissed her, it was as if he’d lit a powder keg between her legs. If he continued to take her mouth this way, she would incinerate. She knew the moment he’d eased her onto the bed and when his warm, hot, muscular body covered hers. Sensations swamped her body while, at the same time, sexual excitement curled in her stomach.

Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, leaned back, and stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Chance, is anything wrong?”

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. “No, baby. Nothing is wrong.” He kissed her again, taking her mouth like his need for survival depended on it. He released his hands from her face and began caressing every inch of her body. She particularly liked how he was fondling her breasts, making the nipples harden against his hand and mouth.

She couldn’t stop her moans when he shifted his body to begin kissing a path down her stomach, and then his face wasright there between her legs. She almost screamed at the first intimate touch of his tongue inside of her. She heard a clap of thunder, and rain was still coming down hard, but nothing could take her mind away from the way Chance was making love to her with his tongue. She fought back another scream when he clutched her hips to bring her more firmly against his mouth.

Her body came apart from top to bottom. Screaming his name, she surrendered her mind, body, and soul to the sensations that ripped through her almost nonstop. Never had she shared an orgasm this intense, one of this magnitude, that shook the very foundation this cabin was sitting on. It took a moment for her to breathe again. When she felt Chance ease from the bed, she opened her eyes and watched him get a condom from his wallet and sheath himself.

She’d never seen a man do that before and thought it was the most erotic thing to watch. His body was manly, and he was so muscular and well-endowed. She noticed a battle scar on his right hip and knew he had gotten it protecting his country. That made her proud of him.

Returning to bed, he drew her into his arms and kissed her in a way that had her panting. When he eased her back against the pillows, she reached out and rubbed her hands through the thick hair on his chest, loving the way it felt against her fingers. He leaned in and kissed her.

When he released her mouth, she said, “Your mouth is dangerous.”

“Sweetheart, you haven’t experienced anything yet. Like this, for instance.”

He eased his body over hers and while staring deep into her eyes, he began entering her. She felt it, all of him—every swollen inch. When he began riding her easy at first, and then hard and fast, she wrapped her arms around him and hung on. She moaned his name when he leaned in and whispered wordsin her ear—words no man had ever said to her while making love. Hot words, sexy words, and naughty words.

She began losing herself in his words and his husky voice while saying them. Never had a man given her this much pleasure, where every hormone in her body, every cell, every pulse felt alive in a way they never had. She was filled with so much heat, so much desire, so much of Chance.

She couldn’t help the way her hands glided up and down his masculine back while feeling every time he thrust hard, convinced she was about to draw her last breath. Then it happened, and she couldn’t stop the scream that flowed from her lungs when so many sensations were shooting all through her womanly core.

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