I lowered my gaze and kept on going, loving the sounds of her, the scent of her, and the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her next.
She was trembling harder now, and I picked up the pace, twisting my fingers and flicking my tongue, slow, then fast, drawing every sensation out of her that I could think of, until she came against me, shuddering and moaning until I felt myself smile.
I looked up, and there she was, the girl I loved, quivering, hot and ready. She arched her hips and motioned me closer.
She didn't have to ask me twice. Hell, she didn't have to ask me at all, because I wanted her more than I'd wanted any other girl. I wanted to show her. And I wanted to tell her.
I stood and unzipped my jeans. "I love you so damn much, Chloe," I said. "I never wanna let you go."
She gave me a sexy smile. "Then don't, because I love you too."
She lifted her head, and made a motion to get up. To return the favor? Who knows? But that's not what I wanted. Not now. Now, I wanted to watch her as I drove deep inside her, claiming her back to me, right where she belonged.
"No," I told her. "Stay right there. I want you just like this. You're so damn beautiful."
And it was true. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Just a few days earlier, I'd thought that I'd never see her like this again. But now, here she was.
Mine.
All mine.
I shoved off my jeans, and then my briefs. She was gazing up at me, and what I saw in her eyes made all the other stuff fade into nothing.
Still standing, I pressed the head of my cock to her slick opening, and then, with one steady movement, I surged forward, loving how tight and hot she felt around me. I watched her face, loving the look of her as I moved in and out.
I gripped her thighs and plunged in deeper, loving the sounds she made as I kept on going. She was throbbing around me, and I was throbbing inside her.
I thrust forward and then back, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, watching her reaction with every movement. She was grinding against me now, begging me with her body for more and more.
And then, just like before, she was clutching the comforter, shuddering with me as we came together just like I'd planned. Still inside her, I fell onto the bed and gathered her in my arms, feeling her shuddering subside as I stroked her hair.
She was back. And I didn't want to let her go. Not now. And not ever.
Chapter 36
Around four o'clock in the morning, Chloe drifted off to sleep. Not me. I wasn't tired, and in less than two hours, I'd be leaving for the airport.
Until then, I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I had a hot, naked girl pressed up against me, with her head on my chest and her soft hand curled over my bare shoulder.
From this angle, I could just make out her face, cast in shadows from the moonlight that filtered in through the open blinds. Her lashes were long, and her lips were full, curved into a secret smile as she breathed evenly against my bare chest.
I stroked her naked back, loving the feel of her body pressed against mine. She was the perfect fit, and not just physically. She fit into my life, into my house, and into my dreams of a future that didn't revolve around celebrity status or one-night stands with girls whose faces and names were just a blur.
Chloe sighed in her sleep, and I felt myself smile. When she was here, everything felt right, almost normal, if there was such a thing.
I loved her. But that wasn't the only reason that things with her were different. Unlike all the other girls I'd met over the last few years, Chloe treated me like a regular guy. She teased me. She challenged me. She wasn't afraid to speak up or laugh at me when I had it coming.
There was something honest about it. Until now, I hadn't realized how hungry I'd been for something real in my life. Star-fuckers, fakers, publicity hounds, I'd had more than my share, and I was done with all of them.
But Chloe, she was real. I lowered my head and kissed her hair. It was soft and smelled almost like a day at the beach. Liking the scent, I inhaled again. Coconut shampoo? I didn't know. But it smelled nice. Exotic, too.
I thought of the first time we'd met, way back when, on the sidewalk outside that hospital. I'd been a beat-up, bloody mess without a pot to piss in. And she'd been this beautiful girl who, from what I learned afterwards, happened to drive a Porsche and wear jewelry that cost more money than I'd been worth at the time.
Funny how things changed. About us meeting before, Chloe still hadn't made the connection, and I still hadn't mentioned it.
Maybe I should've.
There was just one problem. I didn't know how she'd take it, not now, after everything I'd done. God, I'd been such an asshole. After everything I'd put her through, it was a miracle she was here at all.
