Page 55 of Out of the Gold

Chase

When my breathingreturns to a somewhat normal pace, I kiss the forehead of the woman warming my bed and carefully pull out of her body. She winces when I slide out. “Sorry.” I kiss her lips. “Let me get us cleaned up.”

I pad into the bathroom and dispose of the condom. Grabbing a smaller towel, I run warm water over it and return to the bed. Melody’s still splayed over the sheets, all tousled and gorgeous. Because I can—because I made her come no less than three times—I bend and lave my tongue over her nipple. A rush of air streams from her mouth.

Grinning at her, I reach between her legs and press the warm compress on her inner thighs, cleaning up the specks of blood, ending on her pussy.

“Mmmm. That feels good.”

Instead of responding with words, I kiss her hipbone and remove the small towel. “Lift your hips.” She does and I remove the other blood-spattered towel. Balling the towels up together, I head back into the bathroom and toss them under the sink.

Slipping back into the bed, I cover us with the sheet and encircle her into my arms. I run my fingertips up and down her naked skin.

So soft.

So unblemished.

Virgin. Well, not anymore. My lips tip upward.

She slowly blinks. “That was, wow. So much more than I had expected.”

“It’ll only get better.” I kiss her shoulder. Although I’m not sure how. That was the best sex of my life.

She snuggles in my arms, causing my breath to hitch. “I can’t imagine.”

My hand drops to her boob, and I play with one of her sensitive nipples. “So, you’re all right? I wasn’t too rough with you?”

She tilts her head upward. “No, Charles, you were perfect. It was perfect.”

Her amber eyes tell me she’s telling the truth. Well, and her satisfied expression. Which is the only thing she’s wearing. “I’m glad.”

Glad? I’m more than glad. I haven’t been with a virgin since I was in high school, and back then I didn’t care about anything other than getting off. This time was so different.

The realization brings me up short.Sheis different. Special.

Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses the middle of my pecs. “Can we do it again?”

I redirect her head to right under mine, resting my chin on its top. “I think you need a breather. You’re going to be sore.”

She moves her legs under the sheets. “I’m not,” she protests.

“Always the overachiever, Missmagna cum laude, hmm?”

She pulls her head back and bats her eyelashes at me. A classic flirtatious move all actresses are taught. When she does it, though, it’s without pretense. Like everything she does.

“I try.”

I run my hands up and down her back, refitting her under my chin. “Let’s try to catch a nap.”

She sighs and replicates my movements by running her hands on my back. However, she doesn’t stop and dips below my waist, grabbing my ass. When she squeezes, I hiss as my cock awakens.

I rumble, “No sleep?”

She shimmies up my body and places her lips at my ear. “No,” she whispers.

With that, I flip her on top of my body and am rewarded by her delighted squeal. Pushing her gorgeous hair off her face, I French kiss her. She meets my every move, spurring our passions. I want to devour her whole! Instead, I nibble on her nipple.

She grimaces, then tries to cover up by bringing her lips to my ear. Despite my cock begging for more action, I hold my breath and give him a stern talking-to. Melody’s sore. She needs a break. With slow movements, I twist so she lies next to me again.

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