Page 45 of Out of the Gold

“Oh, you know.” She laughs. “You’retheChase Wright, tabloid fodder with zero body fat. And the looks of a superhero.”

I roll my eyes. “A happenstance of genetics, workouts, and lots of broiled chicken.”

Her smile reaches her eyes. “Well, I guess that’s true.” She licks her lips and it’s all I can do not to suck her tongue into my mouth. “Is this for real?”

“It is for me. And I sure as hell hope it’s real for you.”

“It is.”

With one final glance at her gorgeous face, I squeeze her hand on top of my thigh. “I’d like to kiss you now.”

“Please.”

Her permission unleashes my desire, and I take her into my arms. As I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck, I keep reminding myself she’s a virgin. With every encouraging response she offers, the reminder plays louder.

Like when I remove her shirt. Then her bra.

When I take her nipple into my mouth and suckle. When she rolls against me.

When she tosses my shirt to the floor. And lies back on the bed.

Putting all my weight on my arm, I trace her upper body with my index finger. I ignore the pressure against my fly where my cock begs to join the party. Instead, I play with the zipper of her skirt. “May I?”

She nods and lifts her hips for me, and soon the fabric is on the floor. Her hand lands on my belt buckle. Placing my hands over hers, I say, “Not tonight.”

Her pout is replaced with a gasp when my fingers slide inside her panties. They swirl around her clit, and she gasps. When I enter her tight, wet center, her legs tighten around my hand, so I kiss her until she relaxes. Slightly.

Her fingernails dig into my back as she moans at the feelings I’m triggering inside her body. With one more stroke, she comes around my hand, her whole body going rigid as she pants out a scream. When she softens under me, I collapse onto the bed beside her, pushing her silky hair off her face.

Her finger graces my mouth. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I catch her finger between my lips and bite. She giggles. “That’s just the beginning.”

Her eyes drift downward, toward the bulge in my pants, and she licks her lips. Instead of letting worry overtake her, I draw her back to my mouth and kiss her, exploring every inch of her delicious body with curious fingers.

Later, when my own body screams for more, I pull back. “I think I better go.”

The nearly-naked woman asks, “Why?”

“Because my heart”—I roll my hips to demonstrate I don’t meanthatorgan—“can’t take any more.” I toss my shirt over my head. “Get some sleep, and I’ll see you in my trailer in a few hours.” I give her one last kiss then hightail it out of her room before I give in to the desire rampaging through my body.

Back in my room, I take a very cold shower and jerk one out. Someday—not sure when, ’cause I sure as hell won’t pressure her—I’ll be doing this with Melody. Until then, my right hand is my new best friend.

I throw thesoaked undershirt into the trash. “Where would you like to go to dinner tonight?”

Melody pauses while hanging up the bodysuit, casting a furtive glance toward Thomas who’s busy at the front of the trailer. She whispers, “I liked that place last night.”

I nod. “That was good.”

Up front, Thomas coughs. Directing my attention to my PA, I ask, “Are you okay?”

He blows his nose. “Yeah.” Crinkling sounds as he unwraps a throat lozenge.

After a quick glance at Melody, I head into the bathroom and switch into my T-shirt and jeans. Buckling my belt, I head over to my PA. “Are you sure everything’s all right? I heard a lot of coughing on set today.”

“I think it’s just a cold. Nothing to worry about. But, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take off and go lie down. You’re all set in here for tomorrow, so nothing to worry about.”

I clamp my hand on his shoulder. “Feel better, man.”

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