The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,55

loved him despite his flaws.

Talk about a gift. The woman was amazing.

“You can woo me slowly later. Right now I just want you to be bossy as hell and take me. It’s what I love about you. It’s what drives me crazy about you. But I want it and I want it hard.”

Chance almost choked on his own desire. Holy hell, the woman was a five-alarm fire. “What my lady wants, my lady gets.”

Without giving her any time to respond, he spun her around by her shoulders and gave her a push in the direction of his bedroom. The bed wouldn’t be made, he could guarantee that. He never did. But he figured she knew him well enough to not be offended. Besides, his bed was like him. Messy. He’d always been just as messy on the inside and he was on the outside.

“Turn right,” he told her.

His room was small—they were basically by the bed the moment they stepped through the door. But as she moved to climb on, he grabbed both of her hands to stop her. “Feet on the floor. If you’re going to wear a dress, I’m going to take advantage of it.”

“What?” She started to glance back at him, but he gave her back a soft shove and she tumbled forward onto the bed. “Oh, you are taking this far too seriously.”

“You said bossy. I’m giving you bossy.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“No, you don’t. You love it.”

Shifting her hair off of the back of her neck, he trailed his fingers down his spine. She had her palms flat on the bed, head turned so she could watch him. The arch of her back was beautiful. Her ass rose high and tight, perky even through the flowing dress she wore. He didn’t think she’d been so fond of sundresses the summer before. He was really enjoying this new fashion phase she was in.

“Tell me again that you love me,” she said. “Because I’d like to hear it again.”

“I.” He kissed her temple. “Love.” He kissed her shoulder. “You.”

It fell off his lips even easier this time than the first two. It felt like it had swelled up inside him and couldn’t be contained. He smiled against her warm skin. “I’m not sure why I didn’t say it before.”

She hummed the song they had written by the pond, before singing softly under her breath. “Couldn’t see the forest for the trees…”

The angelic sound of her voice, the beauty of her shoulder, the lift of her smile, all hit him so hard and fast that he knew he needed to do exactly what she asked. He was overwhelmed by emotion and he needed to just show her how he felt.

So he dropped down onto his knees and raised her dress so he could ease her panties down over her hips and skim them off. He lifted one foot at a time to ensure she was safely out of them, before he cupped her sex with his hand, rubbing his finger over her clitoris. She wasn’t wet yet, and he saw it as a challenge because now everything inside him felt tense and heated and he needed to finish what she had started. She’d started it the very first day he’d met her when she had given him a saucy smile and bent over to pluck at the string of his guitar lying on the studio floor.

Chance licked his finger and slipped it between her legs again, enjoying the tiny little gasp she gave at the slick contact. Since he was still on his knees he used both hands, teasing her from the front and from the back at the same time. Easing his fingers into her now moist heat, he gently sank his teeth into the flesh of her hip. He loved her softer body. He absolutely fucking loved it.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, her head falling back.

“I want to eat you. Piece by piece.”

“I know a better piece you can start with.”

That made him laugh as he rolled on a condom. He drew his fingers out as he rose up slowly, making sure she felt his erection pressing against her. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

She did, easily, with no hesitation and he thrust inside her with one smooth push. Damn, that was the best thing he’d ever felt in his entire fucking life. “Jolene, holy shit, you’re so hot. And tight.”

Jolene was gripping the mussed sheets on his bed and she tilted her hips