They barely made it through his back door with their hands roaming all over each other in a frenzied race to find what they’d both been craving.
“You feel so warm,” she said, her hands going under his shirt, pulling it over his head, then tossing it in his kitchen.
“Hang on,” he said.
“Nope. You made me wait, I’m not waiting any longer.”
“I didn’t make you wait,” he said, his lips going to her neck, then his hands under her shirt and lifting it the same as she did.
“Either way, we aren’t waiting any longer. You’ve got a mighty sturdy table right over there and we’re going to make use of it.”
“I can do that,” he said, circling her toward it now, his hands working fast at the back of her bra and sending that flying too. “That’s it.”
She was going to ask what that comment was for but his mouth lowered on her nipple, tugging the pebbled peak in and making it his own. Claiming her in a possession she’d never wanted to feel in her life, but now she wanted—no, needed—it like a moth to a flame.
She just wanted to stand there and feel him holding her, controlling her...dominating her, but she had a feeling he wasn’t going to move at the pace she wanted. The one she needed to get to right now.
“This isn’t a marathon. This is a sprint. We train for marathons.”
He laughed against her breast, the rumbling vibrating her skin with a caress of sorts. “I like to train. I’m good at training.”
“Nice to know for another day,” she said, her hands going for the button on his shorts, undoing them and letting them drop down with his underwear. Oh yeah, she liked her men big in all areas. It was worth the wait.
He returned the favor and dropped her shorts and panties down to the ground, leaving them both there naked and kicking off their shoes.
There was no time to think, no time to act, no time to do anything at all before he had his hands on her waist, and lifted her, then sat her down on the table and spread her wide.
“I was good at running the mile, but not so good at a sprint, so be happy it’s still less than a marathon.” Then he lowered his head to her breast but didn’t linger this time like before. Just kissed and licked her everywhere, moving from one side to the other, keeping it fair.
When he seemed to have satisfied what he was looking for there, he moved those gorgeous lips of his lower to her ribs, her waist, then right to the edge of what marked her a woman. She’d been preparing for this night.
“For me?” he asked when he got a look at her bareness.
“Is it a problem if it was?”
“Hell no,” he said, lowering his mouth.
Her eyes rolled into her skull before she closed them and threw her head back. He was a good kisser, so she should have realized he’d be good at this too, finding every nerve ending and playing it like it was a new toy on Christmas morning that he’d been writing to Santa for. Like he wouldn’t stop until he’d mastered it.
Until he mastered her.
“Chase,” she said, her voice cracking, because her body was rising, her hips lifting and her nails marking his back.
He ignored her and continued on but added his fingers to the mix. Spreading her wide, stroking her outside and around, then moving in. Finding the spot that she hadn’t had anyone find in years, and sending her to a place so far away that she never wanted to return.
She was so weak and depleted of energy that her hands gave out, forcing her to go down on her elbows, then her back, her breath wheezing in and out like an asthmatic in the Miami sun.
“Where are you going?” she asked when she managed to open one eye. He was walking out of the room. “Don’t leave me hanging like this. I need more.”
He smirked at her. A nice cocky one that sent her body fueling up for more. Promises he better fulfill. “I’ll be right back. Just running to my room for a condom. Don’t move. Stay right like that. Catch your breath.”
“That works,” she said, sucking in huge gasps of air. He was back faster than she figured and didn’t give her time to process anything before his hands were under her hips, lifting her as he was sliding in. “Shit,” she said.
“Lean back on your hands, I need to taste your breasts some more.”
She couldn’t think of anything right now other than what was filling her. What was making her forget all the reasons why she hadn’t wanted a man in her life for years. But she did what he said and reaped the rewards when his mouth lowered to her nipple, latched on, then bit her gently while moving his hips in and out.
Tangled electrodes of feelings were slamming into her with every movement he made. With every stroke and every caress, every twitch of her muscles that just wanted to clamp on like a steel vise grip and not let go.
“Are you coming up on the last lap of that mile yet?” she asked, knowing she was getting to the end again. It was always best together in her mind, not one before the other, but bodies crossing the line at the same time. The pulsing and constricting of muscles, pushing and pulling at each other, sending them both skidding toward the end.
“Rounding that last corner,” he said, and it was the first time she noticed that he was starting to run out of steam. His breathing was increasing, his hips were moving fast and his hands were gripping her hips.
She pushed up and wrapped her arms around his neck, feasted her lips on his, then crossed her legs behind his back.
His hands moved and cupped her rear, lifted her off the table and started to slam into her, holding her up, standing there, balancing the two of them until it was time they toppled down in a blissful fall that only Chase seemed to be able to get her to feel.
“Are you okay?” Chase asked her, his legs shaking, his arms burning, and his back ready to give out. Not that he’d tell her that, because it’d make him feel weak when he felt like Superman flying over the world’s tallest building.
At least internally he felt that way, externally, he felt like he ran that marathon she talked about, but sprinted the entire way while being dehydrated.
“I’ll let you know in a few minutes. I’m not sure yet.”
He started to panic and set her down on the table, then stepped back. “Did I hurt you?”
She looked up at his face, the laughter erupting. “Hardly. I’m just not sure I’ve got any feeling in my body other than my lady parts. Or I should say they’re feeling so magnificent that I might have lost some of the sensitivity in other areas of my body.”
“Don’t scare me like that,” he said, his pulse racing again. “I’m not sure my heart can take anymore exertion right now.”
“That’s too bad,” she said, standing up and walking toward him. Stalking was more like it. He’d given her space when he set her down so that he could look her over for any injury. Now her body was moving like she was a tiger on the runway and coming to get her dinner.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m feeling pretty energized and I’d hate to think I’ve got more stamina than you.”
The last thing any guy wanted was the woman he was with to think he couldn’t keep up. “What do you say we put it to the test and see who lasts longer?”
“I’m game for that. But shouldn’t we let the dogs in?” she asked.
He turned to see what she was smiling at, then saw Bruno’s big paws on the window of the door with his big head looking at the two of them standing there naked.
He sighed. “Probably. Let’s get dressed, feed ourselves and our boys, then we can put it all to the test in the bedroom.”
“You just need time to build your energy up.”
“No,” he said. “I just don’t want any distractions when I get you in my room. Nor do I want to stop to feed or let anyone out.”
“We can do it your way for tonight,” she said, dressing herself faster than him, then opening the door so the dogs came barreling in and running into his legs while he was pulling his shirt over his head.
“How the hell did you manage to get your clothes on so fast?”
“The stories I could tell you of behind the scenes on a runway show. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
That statement was just another reminder of how different the two of them were and Chase was wondering if there was any way to make this work when he’d never been able to make any other relationship work before in his life.