Love After All
Page 56

He ached for her, his cock hard as she rolled against him, teasing him with her beautiful body. He reached up to cup her breasts, and when she covered his hands with hers, he lifted up to show her just how much he wanted her.
She slid back and forth over him, and he’d had enough of her teasing.
“Condoms.”
“I know,” she said. “Drawer.” She climbed off and went over to his nightstand to take a condom out, then waved the packet back and forth as a tease as she stood beside the bed.
“Chelsea.”
“I like the way you say my name.” She crawled onto the bed, slid the package between her teeth, and grabbed hold of his cock.
There was nothing Bash liked better than to have his dick in a woman’s hands. Other than having it in her mouth, of course. Or being inside of her. Those were kind of his top three awesome things. But Chelsea sitting on his thighs and sliding her hands over his shaft felt really damn good. Just watching her naked and having the time of her life teasing the hell out of him was entertaining, especially when she made slow work out of putting the condom on him. It might be one hell of a torture, but hey, it was her hands on him, so he could endure it.
And when she lifted, then came down on him, sliding her sweet sex over his cock, he took a deep breath, held on to her hips, and brought her forward, wanting to give her the same pleasure she was giving him.
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, a naked goddess in his bed as she rode them both with soft, rhythmic movements.
“Mmm” was all she said as she rocked back and forth.
Yeah, he definitely understood what she meant, because it was exactly how he felt. Being able to look at her and feel her at the same time tightened him, made him want to thrust deeply inside her and give her everything he had.
But not yet, not when he could enjoy this view for a while longer. Especially when she leaned forward and dug her nails into his chest, then lengthened her body onto his.
His breath caught as he felt the full effect of her positioning herself on him that way, her entire body draped over his, her sweet sex capturing his cock in a tight, gripping sheath.
He slid his fingers into her hair and caught her lips in a kiss as he was caught in a vortex of sensation. She moaned against his lips as he thrust upward, rotating to take her with him.
And when she came, whimpering against him, he let go, too, gripping her butt as he lost control. He held tightly to her as his world turned on its axis so hard he thought for a few seconds there he might have stopped breathing.
But Chelsea was right there, her heart beating against his chest, her warm breath against his neck, and all was right again.
He disappeared for only a few seconds, then came back and pulled her to him.
She lay against him and he stroked her back, feeling more content than he could remember feeling in a long time.
That had been crazy, and yet oh-so-perfect at the same time. It was like she’d been right there with him the whole way, as out of control as he’d been. They’d needed no words—just each other and their bodies to communicate what they both needed.
Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since it had just been sex, right? Really phenomenal sex.
He needed to stop thinking about just how good it had been with Chelsea. Because they weren’t in a relationship and weren’t going to be. It’s not what she wanted, and it sure as hell wasn’t what he wanted.
“Hungry?” he asked.
She didn’t move. “Getting there.”
“Okay. We’ll go cook some burgers on the grill.”
She lifted her head, resting it in her hands. “Now I’m definitely hungry.”
He patted her butt, smoothing his hand over the curve there.
“Keep doing that and it’ll be a war between two different hungers,” she said.
“Which would win?”
“Not sure. But at the moment, my stomach is growling.”
“Okay, we’d better get up, or I’m never letting you out of my bed.”
She gave him a bright smile. “My students might miss me. And finals are coming up for my seniors. I kind of have to go to work tomorrow.”
“You’re ruining all my fantasies, princess.” He gave her a quick kiss, then they slid out of bed and got dressed.
Bash heated up the grill while Chelsea got the patties ready. While he cooked the burgers and corn on the cob, she fixed a pretty delicious-looking salad.
Lou, who’d woken up after they’d climbed out of bed, spent time wandering around out back while he cooked. She was on the trail of something in the corner of the yard.
Probably a frog or a turtle, because she’d stuck her nose by the fence and was barking her head off.
“Get away from whatever it is, Lou.”
“She’s just excited she found something smaller than her,” Chelsea said after she’d come out to keep him company.
He laughed. “You might be right about that. Though I don’t think she cares if something is smaller. She thinks she’s tough.”
The barking continued, with Lou inching away from whatever it was, then charging it. Advance, retreat, over and over again.
Bash took the burgers off the grill, slid them onto the waiting plate, and handed them to Chelsea to take inside.
“Come on, Lou, let’s go.”
The dog ignored him.
“Lou. Inside.”
Still nothing. Rolling his eyes, he walked toward the back of the yard to investigate. Sure enough, a turtle was lodged back there, stuck way inside his shell and probably highly offended by Lou’s barking.