The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,46
and his other hand was holding his weight up without strain, which she had to admit she found sexy. When did the man have time to work out? She certainly didn’t have a spare minute to hit the gym herself.
“You feel so damn good,” he said, cupping the swell of her breast. “You’re fucking delicious, JoJo.”
It was meant to be a compliment and she was going to take it that way. “So bite me, Rivers. Just sink in to me.”
“I think I will.” He shifted and without warning, yanked her shorts and panties down.
When he lifted her up off the bed by the hips and brought her sex to his lips, she let out a low moan. “Chance…” she breathed.
He tasted and taunted her thoroughly, making circles around her clitoris until she thought she was going to come apart. But then he turned his head, bringing his lips to the flesh of her inner thigh, before returning to slide his tongue over her. Jolene gripped the comforter on the bed, eyes half-closed as she let him do his thing. She felt like she floating above the bed, her mind blissfully blank for a change.
When she tumbled over the edge, it was an easy, relaxed orgasm, her cries honest and filled with appreciation. “Chance, yes, yes.”
Chance loved that sound of Jolene’s pleasure mingling with his name. There was nothing he enjoyed more than making her shatter for him. It was one of the few times when she well and truly let down her guard. When she settled back down, breathing hard, he gave her some lingering attention, but then raised his head and grinned at her. He settled her backside down onto the bed.
“Is that what you meant?”
“Yes, sir, that is precisely what I meant.”
“Anything else I can do for today?”
“You can bring that magnificent cock right on over here.”
She was good for his ego, he had to admit. But that wasn’t the attraction. The tug between them was elemental. “I suppose I could do that,” he drawled.
After he slid on a condom, he hovered over her, taking in every inch of her body in all its delectable beauty and her satisfied smile. His time with Jolene was limited, he knew that, and he wanted to savor. Draw it out. Remember this when he was a crusty old man. Remember what he’d had for just a brief moment in time.
For a songwriter, he was shit with words. He could never seem to open his mouth and explain how he felt. So he would have to just show Jolene that she mattered to him. That he had regrets.
“God was smiling when he made you,” he murmured. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Her expression softened and her eyes grew glassy. She didn’t speak, she just reached out for him, running her fingers over his cheek, his lips. For a heartbeat he thought she was going to say she loved him. He could have sworn it was hovering there, on her lips, and he felt himself tense, craving that confession from her, at the same time it absolutely terrified him.
But it was wishful thinking on his part.
She merely whispered, “You are not so bad yourself.”
He let out the breath he’d been subconsciously holding, and then he slipped a hand under her ass and pushed into her wet heat. For a second, he just closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the moment, the sensation. There had been plenty of women before Jolene and he had to assume, there would be a fair amount in his future, but no woman could ever make him feel like this– completely consumed. Enveloped. Held.
Which made it even stupider that they couldn’t make it work. If he couldn’t make it work with her, he couldn’t make it work with anyone. Which was a compliment to her, though it didn’t say great things about him. So the future stretched ahead of him as an endless parade of women he dated for company, momentary oblivion. That thought now, of all times, pissed him off, and he opened his eyes open and focused on Jolene. They locked eyes and he started to move, gaining speed quickly, thrusting so hard she shifted on the bed backwards with each push, her eyes going wide. The only sound was the creak of the springs in the bed and an exhalation of air from her mouth with each of his rough slams inside her.
The tightness in his balls increased and he ground his teeth together, the rush towards