“It’s true.”
“It wasn’t a second.”
“A second and a half,” he amended, slightly.
“It wasn’t a second and a half!” My voice was rising.
“That’s not true. Totally a second and a half, no more.”
“I’m uncertain how I feel about you teasing me when I’m naked,” I shot back.
His smile turned wicked. “Naked, seriously f**kin’ wet with my c**k still inside you, you mean.”
I felt my cheeks heat, I looked over his shoulder and muttered, “Whatever.”
“Jesus, wettest I’ve ever had along with the tightest,” he went on and my eyes cut back to him.
“Chace!”
He pressed me into the headboard, his face got close, his smile died and his eyes went intense. “What you got to give, Faye, here,” his h*ps pressed into mine, “clean, pure, all f**kin’ mine and that’s beautiful right there. But the rest, how wet you get, how tight you are, you goin’ wild for me like you did just now, baby. Fuck. You gotta know, coupled with the other, that’s beauty that’s off the charts.”
Hmm. I liked that.
A frak of a lot.
I bit my lip.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and his grin came back.
Then I was on my back in the bed with him on me, giving orders. “Gonna let you go. You’re gonna go clean up, come back and round two.”
My eyebrows shot up.
Round two?
We’d never gone a second round.
“Seriously?”
“Not on-duty tomorrow,” he reminded me.
“Well I am,” I reminded him. “I have to work.”
His grin stayed fixed and he reminded me right back, “Yeah, but your day starts at nine thirty. You can sleep in.”
This was true.
I held his eyes.
Then I whispered, “Round two?”
His eyes got intense and he whispered back, “Oh yeah.”
Oh.
Yeah.
“Okay,” I breathed, he bent his head to touch his mouth to mine then rolled off.