as if to increase the slick, soft friction. He moved one hand up to her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and still drove her wild with lips and tongue. Any whisper of shyness was over. She couldn't stop moving her hips, moaning out her pleasure at each new sensation.
When he pushed a finger inside her, pleasure fired out to every nerve in her body. Dimly, she heard herself crying out, felt her hips bucking, and still it continued tightening in intensity until she felt she couldn't bear any more. Finally, it faded enough so that she could breathe.
Chase moved up the bed to fasten his mouth over hers, and that quick, demanding arousal returned. But it wasn't about her now, it was about him. She knew what to do.
Willow searched for courage and dropped her hand down to find him hard and pulsing. Her touch tore a ragged sound from him and she felt an immediate thrill. She could arouse him. She could make him lose control. Reaching between her thighs, she found slickness and spread it over the head of his erection. Then she returned to stroking him up and down, noticing when he quivered, when he groaned.
Chase's breath hissed in and he kissed her, hard. Willow felt a surge of adrenaline as he positioned himself between her thighs. Her breath caught in her chest.
Chase looked down at her, his eyes almost luminous in their color. A moment later something smooth and hard and warm rubbed against her clitoris, making her gasp, then traced the cleft below it. And then, with a push of his hips, he slid in to fill her.
A heartbeat later he froze.
“Damn it! Woman, you make it hard for me to think rationally.”
Before she could ask what was wrong, he withdrew from her, climb out of bed and left the room. She lay there stunned, trying to figure out what had just happened. As she went up on her elbows, he returned to the room. He stopped at the foot of the bed, opened a condom and put it on.
Then it dawned on her what he’d forgotten.
Again.
“You aren’t the only one,” she stated. “I didn’t think about that either.”
Which was strange for her. She was a stickler for protection. When she was dating she believed in sharing the responsibility for it. She always kept condoms on hand herself when she was involved with someone. That was part of the problem. She hadn’t been involved with anyone for a while so there hadn’t been a need for any. The last three condoms she had, she’d give to Geneva months ago.
“Well, it won’t happen again,” he stated as he tossed another condom package on the bed next to her.
Desire filled her again. It was nice to know that he was already planning another round. He pulled her from her thoughts as he rejoined her on the bed. A moment later, he filled her with a slow, smooth thrust. She moaned as sensations swamped her. He held still a moment, as if he needed to gather himself, before he began to move.
She let go with the shock and the pleasure and the glory of it all. She'd never known this: this urgent heat, this driving hardness, and this jolting sensation. It hadn't been this way with anyone before now. There was had never been this amazing surge that left her reeling. That drove her to wrap her legs around Chase's waist and grab him and tell him now. Now.
And then she was shuddering, gasping, arching even as Chase groaned and spilled himself inside of her.
* * * *
Chase bit back a groan of agony as his cell phone alarm went off. He’d set it after making love to Willow for the third time. While it’d