Blitz: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy (Blast Brothers Book 3), стр. 54
With renewed desperation, I lay back on his shirt, and reached between us to guide his swollen shaft to my slick opening.
Finally.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to enter me. By now, my skirt was hiked high around my waist, and my blouse had slipped from my shoulders, making me feel wanton and naked, even though I was technically still wearing all of my clothes.
Well, all of them except for my panties.
As he filled me to nearly the breaking point, I marveled at the feel of him, the sight of him, and the fantasy of him.
It was a fantasy that had finally come true.
When our hips met, we stared for a long moment into each other's eyes, almost like both of us were feeling the same magic.
But this couldn’t be the case.
For him, this was probably just your average Saturday afternoon.
But not for me.
Either way, I intended to enjoy it while it lasted. As his hips slowly rose away from mine, I savored the feel of him, even more so when he surged forward yet again, claiming me over and over in the sun-filled hayloft.
I was being so bad.
Not safe. But satisfied.
My hips rose and fell even as soft moans escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him tighter and urging him deeper, as if he weren't filling me to the max already.
I loved the way he moved, the way he felt, the way he sounded. And I was loving the wild abandon that had taken me over, not just now, but earlier, when I'd first suggested doing such a wild and crazy thing.
Again, I thought, this wasn't me.
But it had to be me, because the sensations were all too real as Chase drove into me again and again, claiming me, and making me his own, if only for the afternoon.
Soon, I was falling once again into oblivion. And just maybe, so was he.
Oh, yeah. He definitely was.
As he convulsed against me, I wrapped my arms tighter around his bare back, holding on for dear life until we both collapsed into a happy, breathless heap.
Wow.
My eyes, which had drifted shut however long ago, fluttered open, and I gazed upward at the barn ceiling, feeling lighter and happier than I had in years.
For that, I had him to thank, and maybe myself, just a little, because for the first time in what felt like forever, I hadn't played it safe.
And I didn't regret a single moment.
Chapter 47
Mina
I was nestled in his arms when I heard voices in the distance. The voices were female and all-too-familiar.
Ginger and Emory.
The way it sounded, they were heading this way. I turned my face into Chase's chest and laughed against his skin. "Oh, my God."
I shouldn't be laughing.
This so wasn't funny.
It had been maybe a half-hour since we'd come down from our physical high, and we'd spent that time talking and laughing about nothing in particular, even if I had told him the story of Ginger's tiara, which she wore every Halloween, claiming it was part of her costume regardless of what she was supposed to be.
Of course, the story had seemed a lot funnier before I'd heard her voice, sounding way too close for comfort. And yet, I was still laughing. Had I no shame at all?
If Ginger and Emory came into the barn – or worse, climbed up into the loft – I was in serious danger of being found semi-naked.
With Chase Blastoviak.
I sat up and looked to Chase, lying there, looking too sexy for words. With a grin, he reached out and pulled me back into his arms. Into my ear, he whispered, "We're safe. Don't worry."
Safe? I couldn’t help but snicker. "I don't think so." Today, I'd been anything but safe.
And I've loved every minute of it.
His lips brushed my forehead. "My guess? They don't even know we're here."
"But what if they do?" I whispered. "Or even suspect that we're here? What if they're looking for us?"
"Too bad, because they're not gonna find us."
"But what if they come into the barn?"
"So what?" he chuckled. "They're not gonna come up here."
"But how can you be sure?"
"Are you kidding?" he said. "You get a look at their shoes?"
"Oh." He was right. Both of them had been wearing very high heels. There was no way on Earth they'd ever risk climbing up into the loft – not unless they were willing to risk life and limb or kick off their shoes and climb barefoot.
Knowing Ginger and Emory, either scenario seemed incredibly unlikely. Still, I'd be feeling a whole lot better if I'd been more careful in the beginning.
I whispered, "I should've closed the doors."
"If you mean the doors downstairs," Chase said, "I got 'em."
"Really? Are you sure?" I didn't remember him shutting the doors. But then again, I'd been pretty caught up in my own secret fantasies – fantasies which had since become a pretty spectacular reality.
Chase nuzzled my ear. "Trust me, I'm sure."
Desperately, I wanted to trust him. And yet, I couldn’t seem to let it go. "But what if they come in, anyway? I mean, you didn't lock the doors, did you?"
He ran a hand along the side of my face and said with all kinds of innuendo, "I will next time."
Oh, boy. Even though he was obviously joking, I couldn’t help but consider how nice it would be if there was a next time – maybe not here in the barn, but somewhere.
I'd just had the best sex of my life, and the thought of never doing it again, well, it was kind of a shame, actually.
Okay, I knew I'd have sex again.
But I wanted sex with him.
This was bad, wasn't it?
Chase whispered, "Hang on, I'll be right back."
"From where?"
He pulled away. "You'll see." And with that, he stood, leaving me lying there alone. On the upside, he gave me one heck of a view as he turned and headed toward the ladder.
Softly, I called out, "Wait, you're not going down there, are