Chapter Thirty-Eight

It was all they could do to keep their hands off each other. Chase practically carried Ava through the lobby of the hotel. In the elevator, he pushed Ava into the corner and kissed her senseless. Dare he even hope she was going to stay with him? Hadn’t he proved to her how important she was to him? But he wasn’t even going to risk asking. At least not now. All he cared about was that she was here, with him, and in his arms.

The elevator door opened and he swept her up, carrying her into the hall.

“Which way?” He crashed his lips down on hers and she pointed. He drowned in her and went in the direction she indicated. At the door, she fumbled to get out the key card. Once inside, she pointed again and he headed to her bedroom. He kept kissing her as often as he could without walking them into a wall or piece of furniture.

After he put her down, they didn’t waste any time and stripped the clothes from each other. Sending everything scattering around the room, they fell into each other’s arms naked, their bodies sliding against each other, friction of skin to skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. It was excruciatingly wonderful. He could tell she was just as aroused as he, by the frantic way they kissed, touched and were unable to get enough of each other.

“Wait, hang on a moment,” Ava said breathlessly. She rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor, looking for something.

“What are you doing?” He stroked the back of her head, loving the silky feel of her hair as the strands slid through his fingers. She stood up and her bra dangled from her fingers. This time, it was a beautiful black-cherry color and he hadn’t even noticed it on her, they’d been so desperate to get naked.

“Give me a moment. Gotta put it on the door.” She opened the bedroom door, dropped the straps over the handle and shut the door again.

He laughed and said, “Don’t tell me you’re signaling—”

She reached for him. “Yep, our signal from college. Just in case they come home earlier than we anticipate.”

“Then we’d better get busy.”

“I agree.”

Chase strode over and grabbed her, lifting her up. Her back pressed against the wall, he handed her the package he’d taken from his pocket and she ripped it open. Ava rolled the condom over his hard cock and he moaned at the whisper of her touch. Both were panting with anticipation and he was barely able to stand the feel of her fingers on him.

She stroked, she squeezed, then guided him to her hot center. He didn’t even wait, thrusting into her, and his knees nearly crumpled with the sensation that assaulted him. It took all his energy, his hands holding her ass, for him to stay upright. Her muscles tightened on him and he groaned, burying his face in her neck. Ava wrapped around his shoulders, her legs locked about his waist, and she molded to his chest.

This time, there was no gentle romancing, this was pure desire, a need coming from deep inside him only she could fulfill. Her moans and her little gasps of pleasure drove him on, she met his thrusts and the picture beside them on the wall banged in time with their cadence. Chase lost himself in her. And when his orgasm overtook him he felt her muscles clamp around his cock. She let out a long cry and shuddered in his arms as he ground into her.

After their orgasms subsided he cradled her in his arms. Holding her against him, he walked to the bed, ripped the covers back and laid her down. He crawled in beside her and pulled her to his side. Ava snuggled up to him, sliding her arm around his waist.

“I never want you to go,” he told her quietly, and the stress of the day, the performance, the emotional turmoil he’d been in, all due to Ava telling him she wasn’t going to stay, took its toll.

“Mmhm.” Ava nodded her head and he knew she’d drifted off as he sank down into the layers of sleep. He knew she’d be here in the morning.