It felt so …incredibly… good.
She buried her fingers in his hair, her hips lifting of their own accord, the breath leaving her lungs in little moans, the ache inside her bordering on torment. Then he thrust his fingers inside her, penetrating her, stroking that ache, taking her to the brink.
And then it all stopped.
She moaned in frustration and opened her eyes to see Chaska standing between her legs, his cock full and thick. Her mouth went dry.
He crawled up the bed until he loomed over her, his gaze fixed on hers, a little smile on his wet lips. He balanced his weight on his knees and one arm, reaching with the other to pull something out of his nightstand.
A condom.
Naomi watched as he tore open the packet with his teeth, helping him to roll it down his length.
He kissed her, her taste and scent all over him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.Hurry.”
Rather than lying down on top of her as she’d expected him to do, he sat back on his heels and drew her hips into his lap, draping her injured leg over his shoulder once more and wrapping the other around his waist. Then he nudged himself into her, slowly burying himself to the hilt, breath hissing between his clenched teeth. “You aresotight.”
His eyes drifted shut, and his head fell back.
She’d never found it all that pleasurable to have a man inside her, but this felt incredible, his cock stroking that inner ache, stretching her, gliding in and out of her. She fisted her hands in the bedcovers again, fought not to close her eyes, made breathless by the sight of him, his hips curling as he thrust himself slowly into her, his muscles tensing, dark hair spilling over his shoulders.
The tension inside her began to build again.
He brought his head up, opened his eyes, looked to where their bodies joined, then met her gaze, hunger for her naked in his eyes. He reached down to tease her clit again, the combined sensations almost too good to be true.
“Chask—aah.” She tried to say his name, but the last part turned into a moan.
But she was beyond words now, out of control, every exhale a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as he drove into her, her body needing more… wanting more… aching for more. God, yes, deeper. So perfect. It was so perfect.Hewas perfect.
She cried out, arched off the bed, climax blazing through her in a flash fire of bliss, white hot and radiant. Her inner muscles contracted around him, the sensation both erotic and satisfying, one thought passing through her mind.
Thisis how it was supposed to be.
Chaska kept up the rhythm until the tremors inside her had slowed, then he stretched himself out above her and kissed her, his chest slick with sweat, his body tense. He whispered her name, the sound of it reverent. “Naomi.”
She reached up to cup his face, tears blurring her vision.
“Are you okay?” He kissed a tear from her cheek.
She nodded, smiled up at him. “I didn’t think it could ever be like this for me.”
“Aw, Naomi.” He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead—and began to move inside her once more. The rhythm was different this time, and it hit her that he’d been holding back, reining himself in, focusing only on her pleasure.
No man had done that for her before.
She wrapped her arms around him, held him, sliding her hands over the sweat-slick muscles of his back. Harder and faster he went, until he was pounding himself into her, his thrusts slamming the bed into the wall. Then his breath caught, and he groaned into her hair, his body shaking apart in her arms as he let himself go at last.
Chaska heldNaomi against his chest, kissed her, stroked her hair. His heart was still pounding, her sweet, musky scent still filling his head, his body floating. He’d had his share of great sex, but he’d never experienced anything like this. It had been more than physical. Something about it—something abouther—had broken him wide open.
You’re falling in love with her.
The thought sent his heart soaring—and made his stomach knot. He sure as hell hadn’t seen this coming. He’d only known her for a week after all. He had no idea how she felt about any of this, beyond enjoying what he did to her body. Though he couldn’t imagine why she’d want to go back to the loveless, friendless life she had in Rapid City, there was still a chance that she wouldn’t want to stay in Colorado.
You were led to her.
Win’s words came back to him, reassuring him. If he truly had been led to Naomi, this would all work out and he had no reason to worry.