Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
C hance hadn’t watched the hockey game as much as he had watched Summer watching it.
The pure pleasure on her face made his heart sing.
He had wined and dined his fair share of women over the years, but none of them took such joy as his girl did.
He had escorted women to parties with movers and shakers.
Taken them to Michelin star restaurants.
Concerts with famous artists. Broadway touring productions.
Yet most of them had been bored at whatever event they accompanied him to.
And he had been bored being with them.
Summer was a hometown girl, with the same values and interests he had.
She enjoyed sports. Family life. She was dedicated to her writing and worked tirelessly at it.
He couldn’t imagine sharing his life with a better partner.
That included in the bedroom. He could be adventurous at times, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
Already, he enjoyed kissing her more than he had any other woman from his past. He hoped they would mesh well sexually.
Tonight, he would find out.
They entered the house, which was dark.
“Sorry. Forgot to leave any lights on since I walked out of here this morning,” he apologized.
He turned on a lamp in the entry way and then another which lit the stairs.
Already, Chance’s heart was pounding, anticipating making love with Summer.
He had told her he’d lived like a monk the past couple of years.
While he’d taken care of his needs on a regular basis, he hadn’t been with a woman since he’d returned to Blackstone Ranch.
He told himself to take his time, for both their sakes, as they slipped off their jackets.
They moved up the stairs, his hand wrapped around hers.
Chance almost led Summer into the bedroom which had been his for so many years, but two days ago, he’d finally moved down the hall, into the primary suite.
With Tammy removing everything which had belonged to his dad, he’d been able to fill the drawers and closet with his own things.
Putting his toiletries in the bathroom had seemed odd, though.
While he had spent little time in the actual bedroom, he had visited his dad many times in the bathroom, watching Big Jim shave.
They’d had some of their best talks in this bathroom, and he wondered if someday his own son—or daughter—might come to him for advice as he lathered his face and slid a razor across his cheeks, ridding himself of stubble.
Need was building in him, and even though no one was in the house but the two of them, Chance closed the bedroom door as he turned on the overhead light.
It was harsh, though, causing them both to blink.
He hurried to the lamp sitting on the nightstand and switched it to low, coming back to Summer, who had slipped her purse from her shoulder and set it on the dresser before turning off the bright overhead light.
Desire now filled him, and he crowded her so that her back touched the bedroom door.
Hungrily, his mouth took hers, his hands sliding down her arms, encircling her wrists.
He kissed her as he never had anyone else, loving her taste and her scent.
He lifted her arms, pinning her wrists to the door, high over her head, his body pressing against hers.
He kissed her until they were both breathless, his body rubbing against hers. He moved her wrists so they were stacked and captured them with one hand. With his free one, he slipped it around her nape, kissing her again, feeling her wriggle against him.
Lifting his mouth, he said, “You do know that when you move, it’s a huge turn on for me.”
She bit her lip. “I can’t help it.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
As he kissed her, his hand stroked her neck and then moved to her throat.
She wore the jersey he’d gotten for her, and underneath it was a V-neck sweater.
He slipped his hand under the sweater and brushed his fingers along her ribcage.
She gasped, but he didn’t let up, kissing her harder, wanting to possess every inch of her.
Fortunately, her bra closed in the front, which made it a lot easier to open with one hand. He did so, pushing the cups away, his fingers grazing her nipple. Slowly, he stroked it back and forth with the pad of his thumb, feeling it pebble in need. She moaned softly.
He broke the kiss and dragged his lips along her throat, feeling her pulse beating wildly. His hand palmed her breast, squeezing it, massaging it, playing with the nipple again, tweaking it. She writhed more, struggling to bring her hands down, but he kept them pinned to the door.
Then he slid his hand to her smooth back, moving up and down the satiny skin before heading lower. He cupped one of her buttocks, squeezing, feeling her body tremble. He moved his hand again, stroking her core, hating that she still wore the thick, skintight denim jeans.
“These have got to go,” he said, finally releasing her wrists.
Her fingers plunged into his hair as he undid the button and slid the zipper of her jeans down. They fit her like a second skin, and it took him a minute to work them over her hips and slide them down to her ankles.
Pressing his body to hers again, he stroked her along the seam of her sex, finding her panties damp.
“You’re wet for me,” he murmured, kissing her.
“Yes,” she said, panting. “Yes.”
“I’ll have to do something about that.”
“Yes,” she said, more urgently now, her fingers tightening in his hair.
Moving quickly, he captured her wrists again, returning them above her head, continuing to kiss her mouth and stroke her core. Then he slipped a finger beneath her panties, pushing it inside her.
“Yes!” she gasped. “More.”
He stroked her deeply, feeling the tremors run through her as he did so. He couldn’t touch her as he liked and was too impatient to remove her jeans and underwear. Instead, he yanked hard on the scrap of material, tearing it away from her. Breaking the kiss, he gazed deeply into her eyes.
“I want to watch you as you come.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded.
He did just that. Caressing her. Pushing a second finger inside her. Feeling her juices flow for him. She began writhing. Whimpering. His eyes never left hers.
And then she began calling his name, pushing against him, and he quickened his pace. Suddenly, she erupted with a scream, and he covered her mouth with his, feeling her orgasm rip through her. She rode it, and he reveled in the pure pleasure he gave her.
Finally, she stopped moving. He gentled the kiss and broke it, looking at her.
“That was … powerful,” she said, her voice full of wonder.
He was ready to explode himself, and that was the last thing he wanted. He needed to make love to her with more than his fingers.
“I want you inside me,” she said haltingly. “ Really inside me.”
“I bought those condoms, just like you told me to,” he said, watching the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile.
“Then we better make sure you get your money’s worth.”
“Oh, I plan to, babe.”
Quickly, they began undressing one another.
He pulled the jersey and then sweater over her head.
She undid his buttons and opened his shirt, leaning toward him and kissing his chest. Her lips scalded his skin.
Before he could stop her, she’d latched onto his nipple, teasing it with the tip of her tongue, causing desire to spike within him.
Easing her back up, he said, “That felt wonderful, but I don’t want to come yet. Not until I’m inside you.”
He stepped back, pulling off her shoes. Knowing the jeans bunched around her ankles would present more of a challenge, he picked her up and placed her on the bed, working the faded denim over her feet.
Then he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders and rid her of the last piece of clothing she wore. He looked down at her.
She was spectacular.
Those long legs went on forever. Her waist was small and her rounded breasts were an average size, but they suited her frame.
He nudged her to her back, her legs hanging off the bed.
Hovering over her, he placed his mouth on one of her breasts, licking her, his hand working her other breast, tweaking her nipple.
She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.
“Wait. Let me get the rest off. Then I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
She watched him pull off his boots and jeans and then his boxer briefs and socks.
“Wow,” she whispered. “Just … wow.”
“You approve?”
She grinned. “I more than approve. And I want to touch. A lot.”
He climbed onto the bed, nuzzling her neck. For a long time, they explored one another’s bodies. With fingers. Lips. Tongues. Her every touch pushed him higher and higher, until he was flying high and ready to explode.
“Wait,” he gasped, climbing from the bed and opening the drawer to the nightstand, removing a foil packet. He tore it open and quickly sheathed himself.
“Ready?” he asked, gazing down at her, wanting her to truly be his.
“Ready, Cowboy,” she said huskily, causing him to fire on all pistons.
He hovered over her now, his fingers parting her.
He slipped a finger inside her, seeing she was ready for him.
Taking his time, he pushed into her slowly, hearing her sigh.
Her legs came up, wrapping around his waist, and he began moving in and out, keeping the pace slow and steady.
She pulled on his nape, bringing his mouth to hers, and his kisses mimicked his lower motions, moving, stroking.
He deepened the kiss, thrusting into her now deeply, moving faster, his heart beating wildly. She clung to him, meeting every thrust. And then he erupted, like a volcano, roaring her name, even as she called out his, her body reverberating.
Collapsing atop her, he quickly rolled to his side, bringing her with him, not wanting to crush her. He rested his forehead against hers, their breathing heavy. Chance could feel her heart beating and knew she could feel his, too.
He kissed her tenderly. “That was amazing.”
She smiled. “It was out of this world. You are incredible, Blackstone. That was the ride of my life.” Summer paused. “I hope … that it was good for you, too.”
He gathered her in his arms. “Babe, it was the best ever. You are the best. The one who makes my heart sing.”
Chance kissed her hair, gathering his courage. It was now or never, and he knew now was the perfect time.
“I love you, Summer Sutherland.”
She stiffened, and he cursed inwardly.
It had been too soon. It was too much. He was going to lose her.
No, he couldn’t. It would kill him.
Summer burst into tears, surprising the hell out of him.
Chance had no idea what was going on, but he knew he needed to comfort her.
He held her tightly to him, murmuring to her that everything was going to be okay.
He rubbed his hand up and down her back, wondering how he could have gotten things so wrong.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to start crying.” She gazed up at him, her luscious mouth trembling. “Do you really mean that, Chance? Or is it something you just say whenever you finish having sex with a woman?”
He smoothed her hair. “I’ve never said those words to another soul, Summer. Only you. And while I’ve had sex with a lot of women, I’ve only made love with one.
“And that’s you.”
Fat tears rolled down her cheeks again, but she was smiling.
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” he assured her.
“I love you, too, Chance,” she said softly. “I can’t believe I feel this strongly so soon, but I do. I’ve never said that to anyone, either. I’ve never felt so much a part of someone than when we came together.”
Summer wiped away her tears. “I’m afraid this is the best dream I’ve ever had—and I’m going to wake up and all the happiness and love I feel will be gone.”
“You’re awake now. Everything is absolutely real. I’m not going anywhere, Summer. I can promise you that. I’ve found the woman I love. The one who completes me.” He smiled. “You’re never going to get rid of me.”
Her eyes misted with tears. “Good. Because I could get used to having you around, Cowboy.”