Naughty Rendezvous (5 page)

He crossed his arms over his chest. “No, you aren't anything like them. You're smart and respectful though you have a mile long stubborn streak. You're determined and helpful, caring and resourceful—even when I don't deserve it. Gracie, you're beautiful both inside and out.” He pressed his lips together. “So, no, you aren't like them and I don't want you to be, Grace."

Chase saw relief flood Grace's face. Did she really think she had to live up to his past flames to please him? He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her body. Somehow he knew this was where she belonged. Even with all their fighting. Grace still felt perfect in Chase's arms.

"I love you, Gracie. I want you in my life.” He kissed the top of her head before lifting her chin upwards. She smiled at him and puckered her lips, to which he happily gave her a kiss.

"So what now?” she asked, sliding her hands underneath his shirt and into the waistband of his jeans.

"Come on.” Chase grinned. “There's something I want you to show me."

He slid his arms away, pulling her down the hall with him while Grace mumbled, “The last time a guy said that to me I lost my virginity."

Chase couldn't help laughing when they reached her bedroom. He pulled Grace to him and kissed her like a starving man at his first meal. Somehow in a tangle of limbs they made it to Grace's bed, the mattress squeaking as they plopped down. Grace laughed, running her hands over Chase's back, finally pushing his shirt over his head.

"You're really hot in jeans, you know that?” She trailed kisses along his neck inhaling the delicious scent of him. “Even while I was pissed at you, I couldn't stop staring at your ass."

He chuckled, kissing her cheek and nose before finally finding her mouth. “You're really hot in nothing."

With each other's help, they undressed, Chase in nothing and Grace in her green and white turtle panties. In the back of his mind, Chase knew five elderly women stood outside the apartment, knowing full and well what was going on inside this room. But he didn't care.

Grace lay like an offering to him, so beautiful and sexy, she took his breath away. And just as he suspected, the turtle underwear turned him on even more. He laughed, bending to kiss her, never getting enough of her.

"What's so funny?” she asked grinning up at him.

"You
are
wearing turtle underwear.” He trailed kisses between her breasts, cleverly avoiding the rosy peaks as he headed toward her navel. “And you look so damn hot—even if ‘lazy Sunday’ is written underneath the smiling turtle."

His mouth came to the soft white cotton and he planted a few more kisses along the waistband. “You're beautiful, Gracie. Just the way you are."

He hooked his fingers in the sides and pulled the panties down and off her body, throwing them somewhere in the room. She spread her legs, making room for him but he wanted to take his time. Their past romps in the sack had been quick—though satisfying. This time he wanted to make it last.

He trailed his hands up her thighs, feeling the silky softness of her skin. Small tan lines marked her skin, giving her breasts and pelvis a white glow while the rest of her was dark brown from the sun. He knew her mother had a pool, and pictured her many times sunbathing naked while reading those romance books she favoured so much. God, his mind was endless with fantasies for them to try.

"Why are you staring?” She reached for his hand and pulled him up her body.

"Not staring. Just memorising.” He leaned over her, bracing his weight on his hands, and devoured her mouth.

He soon gave up on patience, the need within them both rising with the intensity of their first night together. There was so much he wanted to do to her, with her.

"Chase, please. Now,” Grace pleaded with lustful eyes. Her hand came around his cock, gripping him and forcing him into action.

He let her position him at her entrance before he thrust slowly in, driving them both out of their minds. Grace gasped, arching to take more of him, but the slowness felt too good.

Her nails dug into the skin of his back as both their breaths became laboured. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, knowing deep inside this woman was the only place he wanted to be. Once buried to the hilt, he began the equally tantalising withdraw.

Grace whimpered, moaning as her nails sunk deeper into his back. Yeah, he felt it too.

"God, Chase.” Grace rolled her head side to side on her pillow. “Please."

His chuckle soon became a moan when he thrust in again, faster this time, her muscles clenching around him. It was her turn to tease him, testing his control as she contracted around him, repeatedly. In the back of Chase's mind, he knew this woman would be the death of him ... and what a way to go.

Fire shot through him as his balls tightened, the need to come pulsing through his veins. Chase reached between their sweaty bodies to fondle her clit, groaning when her hands slid to his ass, pulling him closer.

Chase couldn't hold back any longer, coming in thick streams inside her. Grace arched her back, coming in unison with him, nearly rattling the walls with their screams of satisfaction. At some point, he collapsed on top of her, oblivious to his entire weight being on her small frame.

"I hate to ruin a beautiful moment, but I can't breathe.” Grace slid her hands down his back, gently caressing the moist skin.

"Yeah?” He rolled over, taking her with him, reversing their positions so she lay on top of him. “I won't forgive you for it. I was perfectly happy, and you made me move."

Grace rocked her hips, smiling down at him. “Surely there's something I can do to make up for it."

He didn't have the heart to tell his little sexpot he needed at least five minutes recovery time. “Honey, I'd love to stay in bed with you all day, but there are five women downstairs that probably wonder if we're still alive with all the screaming going on in here. We need to get downstairs and finish moving my shit out."

Pursing her lips, she sighed. “My mother is gone, if that's what you're worried about. And as for the stuff, it's not going anywhere with your stuffy driver downstairs keeping guard. One more round shouldn't hurt."

She bent forward and licked at his mouth in a teasing half-kiss. “Come on. It's just sex. Maybe we could do sixty-nine. We haven't tried that yet."

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he gave in. “Fine but I get the bottom."

"Oh, come on, stud.” She inched her way down his body, grinning when she came to his hard cock. “Don't tell me you can't keep up."

She licked the tip of him and he shook his head. “Oh, woman, what you do to me.” With a smile, he gave her what she wanted.

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Lexie's love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn't pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her where it may go.

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