again, coaxing her with his touch.
“Watch me, Chloe,” he whispered, his teeth nipping the joint between her shoulder and her neck, wringing another moan from her throat.
Her lids parted, and she realized they’d been screwed shut since the moment he’d lain beside her on the bed. And since his lips were still against her neck, still torturing her with slow sensual love bites, her eyes were drawn to the expanse of mirrors above her head and the breath whooshed from her lungs.
What she felt, she could now see. The room was dim enough that their bodies didn’t stand out in stark relief. Instead the play of light and shadow held her captive.
Brad’s muscular haunches were tensing and releasing with each thrust, his elbows resting on either side of her shoulders. The double dose of sight and sensation was intoxicating. She saw everything. The teeth digging into her bottom lip, the arch of her neck as his mouth dragged inch by inch along her shoulder, punctuating each kiss with a bite.
Thrust … release. Thrust … release.
She lifted her hips faster, harder, still watching the ghostly reflections above her. Brad’s fingers, which had been gently stroking the sensitized flesh between her legs, suddenly moved, trapping the nub between his thumb and forefinger, his head lifting to stare at her with an intensity that was frightening as his fingers echoed the pumping going on in other places. Her body went wild, and she bucked against him, desperation pouring over her in waves.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Hurr—
Chloe screamed as it hit her.
“Yes!” The word hissed across her cheek as Brad went impossibly deep and planted himself there, the contractions inside her intensifying until she wondered if she could ever make it back from such a place.
The only coherent thought she could capture was that he had been right. It didn’t hurt.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JASON WAS GOING to skin him alive.
Glancing at the ceiling, the evidence of all he’d done was right next to him curled in a ball, her hip pressed against his side, his arm stretched along her thigh. The tattoo on his shoulder tingled, remembering her lips trailing over it the previous night. He brought his hand up to scrub away the sensation.
A thin sheet was all that covered her nakedness, much like the coat she’d worn that first night.
That sheet hadn’t been anywhere around when he’d finally carried her to his bed. It was as if he’d unleashed something wild and elemental in Chloe, her second orgasm creating an explosion that had engulfed them both within seconds.
Is it always like this? Her words had gutted him. Made him take her when he should have simply given her release and then set her free.
If Jason was out for blood, Brad knew exactly whose he should start with.
Against his will, he stroked her leg as he continued to stare at her in the overhead mirror. Soft hair, mussed and tangled from his fingers. Warm body that had welcomed him home not once but twice last night.
He swallowed as his flesh tightened all over again at the memory of what they’d done together. Chloe had straddled him, just like in his earlier fantasies, but not at his insistence. She’d taken the lead that second time, hesitating only a second or two when he’d winced, his struggle to hang on becoming a physical effort that had rivaled anything he’d ever done.
When she’d frowned and asked him if he was okay, he had only been able to groan an affirmation at the gorgeous creature who’d become a siren of the worst sort, leading him to his doom as surely as those ancient sailors had been.
The question was, what did he do about her?
He couldn’t bring himself to regret what they’d done because Chloe had needed to discover the truth about good sex. And it had been good. Too good. The temptation was there to keep taking what she offered. To drink his fill and then move on, just like he always did.
Just as he always would.
He shifted his body to the side and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her against him. For now he would just enjoy the feel of her body, the scent of her skin. And then he’d try to forget any of this had ever happened.
“Chloe, that’s abuse.” The concern in Layla’s eyes was evident even beneath the shadowy canopy of trees in the park. “Tell me you’re not going back to him.”
Chloe wondered if she’d made a mistake telling her new friend about Travis,