The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,47

explosion coming fast and furious. He thought about slowing down, about making it last, but Jolene let out a cry that indicated her orgasm so he just let go, barreling through his own release, refusing to make a sound. It was off the charts fucking amazing, but she didn’t need to know just how much it meant to him. That was his own shit to deal with.

“Well,” Jolene said after he stopped moving.

He stared down at her trying to remember how to breathe. That wasn’t just sex. Not by a long shot.

“That was hot,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t resist leaning down and giving her a lingering kiss, his feelings overwhelming. He needed to hold it together. “It was damn hot. Especially that awe-inspiring blowjob.”

It surprised him, but her cheeks got a little pink. “There’s more where that came from.”

Damn. “Are you blushing? I don’t blame you. What you did with your tongue might be illegal.”

“What?” She wrinkled her nose at him, but the pink graduated to crimson. “I think it was more that I was turned on, but now you are making me blush and I don’t know why and it’s annoying.”

Now if that wasn’t the cutest damn thing ever. He’d made Jolene blush. He scooped her up and rolled onto his back so she landed on his chest. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He gave her backside a playful tap. “You hungry?”

“For what?”

“Dinner this time. We can get back to this later.” He needed some steak.

“Yes. I will never turn a meal down.”

“Let me up and I’ll grill those steaks for us. I’m starving.”

She yawned and lifted her head from her chest. “You have to pull out. I’m not moving first. I could lie here like this forever.”

So could he.

Chance shifted her off of him carefully and climbed out of bed, his chest tight for reasons he couldn’t think about. “You just relax, sweetheart. I’m going to whip up dinner.”

Jolene gave him a seductive look. “After dinner, I want a cuddle.”

That made him even more tense, because while it was a casual nothing of a statement, it did imply a future. That he was starting to think he wanted. Or maybe she was just talking about while they were here, in the cottage, and he needed to not overthink the damn thing to death. “Oh, I’ll give you a cuddle, don’t you worry.”

She stretched out her shapely leg and pushed him in the chest with her curled toes. “Then git to it, mister.”

God, she was so adorable. He gave her a hard peck on the forehead then got the hell out of there before he said something stupid.

“I think you fucked the songwriting skills out of me,” Chance said, hitting a bad note and dropping his hand. “This is ridiculous. I’ve never drawn such a blank in my whole life. We’ve got zip on a whole album.”

Jolene had to admit it was a little disconcerting. They weren’t fighting. They weren’t distracted or upset. They were just… blank. Three hours after eating dinner and not a single usable lyric was written on her notepad. It was definitely abnormal for them to be at it so long and come up with absolutely nothing. “Maybe we depleted our enzymes or something. Maybe we need fluids.”

“Maybe I’m just too goddamn content.” Chance set his guitar down on the sofa and shook his head. “My mind is just empty. You sucked me dry, woman.”

He didn’t look particularly upset by that fact. If anything, he looked like he wanted a nap and another round of naked wrestling.

“Sorry, not sorry.” She wasn’t. The words would come, right? Who knew when she’d have another chance to snag this many orgasms in short shrift?

“Yeah, me either.” His eyes were hooded and he yawned. “I wish we had a hot tub.”

“I don’t. It would be outside and then we’d end up making a video that would land on the Internet.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling restless. Reaching out to Dolly, she rubbed the dog behind her ears. “Maybe we should throw in the towel for today.”

“One song in two days isn’t going to cut it. We have a whole album to write.”

Every time he said that her determination not to be concerned eroded a little more.

He rubbed his jaw absently. “Maybe we need a field trip. Maybe we should go back to Nashville.”

Jolene shrugged. “Ginny does want us to leave here, but I’m not sure going back to Nashville was what she had in mind.” Nor was she