If I Loved You (Hollywood Hearts 1) (12 page)

“Of course. It’ll be fun.”

“A lot of boring, hard work.”

“Not afraid of hard work.” Heat from his thigh up against hers started a tingling sensation inside her.

“Just afraid of me,” he snickered.

“Not afraid of you, either.” Meg stuck out her chin.

“Don’t believe you.” He moved closer to her. She backed away a little.

“See? You’re afraid of me.”

“Maybe afraid of myself…a little.”

Chaz laughed. “Don’t think of me as ‘Chaz Duncan.’ Think of me as ‘Dunc’
—the guy from the South Bronx, who’s got a little charm, some good looks, and who is nuts for you.”

Meg sucked in air. “You are?”

“Can’t you tell?” He took her hand.

“Why
me? You could have anyone in Hollywood, women so much better looking… beautiful women. Why would you want me?”

“I suppose you might consider some of them prettier. I don’t. None of them are half as beautiful as you are on the inside.” He took her in his arms, crushing her to him as he kissed her passionately. Desire sparked in her veins, rocketing down to her core. She lost her hands in his shiny, dark, silky hair. His pec muscles pressed into her chest as his fingers tickled her neck. He released her lips, moving his to plant small kisses down her jaw all the way to her shoulder. He slid the stretchy dress to one side. Every kiss there left a tiny fire burning.

Moving the dress down even farther, Chaz exposed her breast, and then wasted no time exploring it. First, his hand cupped her, squeezing gently, feeling the weight. Then, his fingers went to work as he lightly pinched her peak between his knuckles. His mouth followed. His hand, resting on her thigh, eased up her skirt.
Don’t stop.

“Let me love you,” he whispered.

* * * *

Meg wrestled with the decision to sleep with him. However, the growing warmth in her body quickly burned all rational thoughts out of her mind. Her heart had already decided. She wanted him, wanted him as she had never wanted any man before. This wasn’t simply giving in to his sexual advances; this was her being overcome with need, responding to his every touch. She nuzzled his neck, nibbling him with hot lips, moving her shoulder back to ease his access to her breasts. The dress slipped to her waist.

“Can we continue this somewhere more comfortable?” He yanked his t-shirt off and deposited it on the stool.

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his magnificent chest. Well-developed but not “muscle-bound,” covered in enough dark hair to be masculine, it was sexy without being too much. Her hand reached out to touch him so he stepped closer. Once her fingers met his flesh, electricity rocketed through her like lightning.

“Touch me…I want you.” His lips formed the words inches from her ear.

She attempted to gather the dress around her but only managed to cover her bottom half. She took his hand to lead him into her bedroom. Once there, her hands pushed the dress to the floor. He stripped down to his boxers, his hot gaze searing her naked body. She ripped the bedclothes down. He fumbled for his wallet before dropping his pants to the floor.

“You’re gorgeous.” He stared boldly at her while his fingers searched for, and finally found, a condom.

“So are you.” Her gaze journeyed from his perfect lips down to his fabulous chest. Then came his abs firm and well-defined leading down to his narrow waist. His boxers obscured the rest of him, except for his growing erection. She motioned downward with her palm and he dropped the boxers before kicking them aside.
All of him is perfect. Oh my God.

Chaz lay down, tugging her after him. Hesitating for a moment, she rested her knee on the bed. “You’re not going to stop now, are you?”

She shook her head, dissolving any remnants of doubt she had about giving herself to him. She wanted him, plain and simple, whether Mark or anyone else approved or not. Flames licked at her insides, the ache begging for fulfillment. Her mouth went dry as she gazed at him lying in her bed, her fingers itched to touch him.

He sat up. “Little chick, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Please don’t desert me. Don’t you want me too?”

“My God…are you kidding? Want…need,” she said, falling into his arms.

He chuckled as they fell back on the bed, tangled up together. Laughing, he pulled her close before his mouth came down hard on hers, taking her breath away. His hands explored her body, skimming over her velvety soft skin, touching her, feeling her, exciting her. He ripped his mouth from hers to kiss below her ear. He stopped kissing her neck long enough to whisper, “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”

“I think I did, too.”

“Think?” He pulled away from her to look in her eyes.

“Oh, God, don’t stop. …think…yes. Thought I wanted Chaz Duncan, but discovered I really wanted Dunc, the guy from the Bronx. Are we going to sit around talking or are you going to make love to me?” She knitted her brows in mock concern at him.

“Dunc, huh? You got it, L.C.” He pushed her back down on the bed and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. One hand pinched the nipple of one breast while his mouth claimed the other. Meg closed her eyes and tried to breathe. She ran her hands along his shoulders, down over his back. Chaz’s knee eased between hers. She spread them slightly so he could slide his hand down over her belly to the juncture of her thighs. Meg gasped as his fingers found her center where they explored, stroking and teasing her.

“God, you’re so…so…,” he muttered.

Meg placed her lips over his as her hand traveled down over his abs then lower. She curled her fingers around him. A shudder rippled through his body as she tightened her grip. He kissed down her smooth skin to her belly and crouched between her thighs. He glanced up into her eyes before his head disappeared. At the first swipe of his tongue on her center, Meg groaned.

“Oh, God…Dunc…”

Her moans grew louder as he swirled his tongue around her wetness. Raising his head, his fingers replaced his tongue, keeping up the rhythm. Meg arched her back as passion spiraled up and up inside her, threatening to explode.

“I’m gonna…” she muttered just before an orgasm claimed her body, shooting pleasure all the way to her toes.

His hand glided up over her skin to close over her breast again.

“Oh my God…” she panted.

Her gaze sought his erection, which was impressive. “Guess you do want me…” she murmured, closing her fingers around him.

He laughed, reaching for the condom he had left lying on the bed.

“No rush but, hell, I need you now!” He was almost panting.

Meg opened her legs wider. He entered her slowly, emitting a sigh.  She groaned as they were joined. Once he was inside her, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He began to thrust slowly, so slowly it drove her mad. She moved her hips up and down.

“Faster?”

“God…” she closed her eyes, “yes…”

“Been waiting too long to hurry this,” he muttered.

She opened her eyes to see him staring right back at her. His eyes were so dark with desire they were almost black. She read his hunger, his need for her. Resting her head in the crook of his neck, his chest hair tickled her breasts as he moved in and out of her. Her body was on fire.

Passion burned in her belly, spreading out to her limbs. She raised her knee, allowing him to plunge in deeper.  He filled her completely. Her orgasm grew slowly, the pressure mounting with each thrust. She closed her mouth over his shoulder as her control melted under his heat. When she arched her head back with a long moan, he kissed her neck, running his tongue up and down its narrow column.

With a stifled scream, she reached fulfillment a second time. Her muscles clenched tight before releasing warmth to all parts of her body. Meg had never experienced anything so intense with any other man. She opened her eyes. Chaz continued to pump into her. She rested her hands on his rump, her fingers riding up and down with the movement of his hips.

Suddenly he picked up speed, thrusting into her hard and fast. Chaz groaned loudly as his release took him. After a few hard thrusts, he stopped. They lay breathing heavily, their sweat gathered, making a soft sucking noise between their stomachs. His fingers laced with hers. He held her hands captive above her head on the bed. His lips sought hers for a slow, gentle kiss.

“I’ve never…” but her words were drowned out by another kiss.

Reluctantly, he released her hands before pushing up on his elbows.

The silence between them was easy as tender touches and kisses replaced words. Meg pushed the hair back from his forehead and then kissed him there. He kissed the tip of her nose.

Chaz pulled out and went into the bathroom. Megan covered herself with a sheet to her waist. A few minutes later he returned, walking straight and tall. She noticed his gaze settle on her breasts as he slipped into the bed. Meg cuddled up, resting her cheek on his chest, listening to the steady, quick rhythm of his heart. His fingers combed through her hair.

“You’re lovely,” he whispered, “in every way.” Meg grinned up at him, and he kissed her hair.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. No work. Stay?” She looked up at him.

“What am I, a dog? Stay...I suppose you want me to beg and come too?”

She burst out laughing.

“No, you already did both of those!” They both got completely hysterical. Meg laughed her way to the edge of the bed and almost fell out, but Chaz grabbed her hand and hauled her back in.

“I’m hungry.” Megan sat up, putting her hands on his shoulders.

“What do you have?”

“How does ice cream and hot fudge sauce sound?”

“Let’s go!” Chaz bounded out of bed and grabbed his boxers.

Meg wiggled into her jersey dress and took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. “Hmm,” she hummed while opening the refrigerator door, “mint chip, chocolate chip, vanilla, or cookie dough?”

“You have all those in there?” Chaz peeked in.

“Mark loves ice cream.”

“I’ll take mint chip.”

“Coming up. I’ll take chocolate chip.” Meg handed the two ice cream containers to Chaz.

Next, she opened the cabinet and rooted around.

“Bowls?” He asked her.

She pointed to another cabinet. Reaching far into a bottom cabinet she found what she wanted.

“Yes!” Pulling out a jar of fudge sauce, she exclaimed, “To the microwave!”

They filled small bowls with ice cream and then drizzled the melted fudge sauce on top. Each dug into their confection, devouring it until they were halfway finished. “Switch!” Meg started spooning her ice cream into Chaz’s mouth. They finished the ice cream by feeding each other. Licking drips from each other’s chins soon became licking hot fudge sauce from other body parts.

Chaz smeared a glob of warm fudge sauce on her nipple before attacking it with his mouth.

Her moans got him started. She reached down to find him hard. “Ice cream as an aphrodisiac.” Meg giggled.

“You’re the aphrodisiac.” Chaz buried his face in her chest before hauling her over his shoulder, “Enough. Time for love, woman!” He carried a giggling Meg back to the bedroom.

Chaz tossed her down on the bed only to pounce on top of her a second later. Looming over her, he kissed her hard, demanding a passionate response. Meg didn’t disappoint him, kissing him back with equal passion while wrapping her legs around his waist. He plunged into her, filling her completely. He thrust into her hard and fast while she moved her hips in rhythm with his. Sweat gathered between them. Groans filled the air as their bodies tangled in heated passion. They climaxed quickly and together.

Exhausted, Meg switched out the light. Chaz lay on his back, his arms folded over his head. She nestled her head into his shoulder. He immediately slid his arm around her back before folding his other arm around her, cradling her against him. A happy sound escaped her throat as she snuggled closer.

“Gotta make sure you don’t disappear during the night,” he whispered, drawing her hair back to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Unable to form words, Meg closed her eyes and sleep quickly followed.

* * * *

The warm June sun stabbed them in the eyes at six o’clock the next morning. Chaz grumbled and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. Meg got up to close the curtains. She crawled back into bed, cuddling up to his warm body. After he pulled her close, his hands began to wander.

In response, she ran her hand down his back and over his rump. When he rolled over to face her, Chaz revealed he was fully ready to make love.

“What they say is true…morning wood?” Megan wrapped her fingers around his erection.

“Am I your first?” He cupped her cheek, his voice soft and inquiring.

“No way!”

“Then this shouldn’t be news.”

“I didn’t stay over at Alan’s. Kind of a quickie then goodnight. Nothing like I had last night with you…twice.” She focused her gaze on his face. “Pleased with your little self, aren’t you?”