Blitz (Blast Brothers #3) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,70

so achingly good that I couldn’t help but marvel at his skill. This was a guy who knew exactly what he was doing.

Boy, did he ever.

When he slipped a finger inside me, and then another, I gave a shiver of pure delight, even more so when rubbed my aching knob, making my pulse jump and my knees quiver with raw, aching need.

Already, I was so close. And then, suddenly, I was there, riding the waves of pleasure as my hand closed tight around his length, and my lips parted again and again with sounds of appreciation for everything he'd done – and everything he was still doing.

When I lifted my gaze to his, my breath caught. The way he was looking at me – like I was the only girl he'd ever wanted – well, it was the perfect end to the perfect climax.

And yet, in some ways, we were only just beginning. Through my ragged breathing, I managed to ask, "Do you have any…um, protection?"

If he didn't, I had plenty of other things I'd love to do, ways to satisfy him the same way he'd satisfied me. But man-oh-man, did I ever want him inside me.

He smiled. "Hey, a guy's gotta be prepared, right?" And with that, he sat up and fumbled for his jeans. He retrieved his wallet from a back pocket and pulled out a small, foil-wrapped square.

I sat up. "Can I do it?"

With a grin, he handed me the package. Without a moment's delay, I tore it open with trembling fingers, praying that I didn't rip anything in my eagerness.

I didn't.

Thank goodness.

As Chase leaned back, I leaned forward and placed the condom on the tip of his erection. He was so massively huge that I couldn’t help but marvel at the size of him, even as I slowly began rolling the condom downward, stroking his length as I went.

And then, it was done. I smiled in anticipation, and might've crawled on top of him right then and there, if only he didn't beat me to the punch, moving over me with a look in his eyes that must've matched my own.

With renewed desperation, I lay back on his shirt, and reached between us to guide his swollen shaft to my slick opening.

Finally.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to enter me. By now, my skirt was hiked high around my waist, and my blouse had slipped from my shoulders, making me feel wanton and naked, even though I was technically still wearing all of my clothes.

Well, all of them except for my panties.

As he filled me to nearly the breaking point, I marveled at the feel of him, the sight of him, and the fantasy of him.

It was a fantasy that had finally come true.

When our hips met, we stared for a long moment into each other's eyes, almost like both of us were feeling the same magic.

But this couldn’t be the case.

For him, this was probably just your average Saturday afternoon.

But not for me.

Either way, I intended to enjoy it while it lasted. As his hips slowly rose away from mine, I savored the feel of him, even more so when he surged forward yet again, claiming me over and over in the sun-filled hayloft.

I was being so bad.

Not safe. But satisfied.

My hips rose and fell even as soft moans escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him tighter and urging him deeper, as if he weren't filling me to the max already.

I loved the way he moved, the way he felt, the way he sounded. And I was loving the wild abandon that had taken me over, not just now, but earlier, when I'd first suggested doing such a wild and crazy thing.

Again, I thought, this wasn't me.

But it had to be me, because the sensations were all too real as Chase drove into me again and again, claiming me, and making me his own, if only for the afternoon.

Soon, I was falling once again into oblivion. And just maybe, so was he.

Oh, yeah. He definitely was.

As he convulsed against me, I wrapped my arms tighter around his bare back, holding on for dear life until we both collapsed into a happy, breathless heap.

Wow.

My eyes, which had drifted shut however long ago, fluttered open, and I gazed upward at the barn ceiling, feeling lighter and happier than I had in years.

For that, I had him to thank, and maybe myself, just a little, because for the first time in what felt like forever,