Love After All
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He kissed her temple and released her, turning her around to take her mouth in a scorching kiss that blinded her senses, making her whimper and beg for more.
They shed their clothes, and Bash surprised the hell out of her by lifting her and laying her on top of the bar. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and put it on, then climbed onto the bar and lay on top of her, sliding into her in one hot thrust.
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted against him as he plunged into her, a hot, passionate dance that made them both sweat. She swept his hair away from his face as he looked down at her while he drove into her.
She thought it would be over quick, but he slowed the tempo to an achingly sweet, torturous dance where she felt every part of him. He lifted himself off of her so she could only feel where they were connected, only see the way he looked at her.
She could barely breathe, could only feel, and what she felt in this moment swept her away.
He brushed his lips over hers, a soft, sweet moment, achingly tender as he moved within her. She was lost in him. She tried to hold back the overwhelming sensations, but she couldn’t, and when he swept his hand underneath her to bring her closer to him, she lost all sense of reality. She clutched his shoulders, tightened around him, and cried out as her climax shattered her. And this time, she took Bash with her, the two of them shuddering as they fell off the never-ending cliff of bliss together.
She felt like she might never be right again, that this time, things might have gone too far. Because that had felt like a lot more than just sex. She’d seen it in his eyes, but maybe it had just been a crazy reflection of some really good physical lovemaking.
And maybe she’d just made more out of it than she should. She’d have to get her senses back to figure it out.
“I’m sweaty,” he said. “And now I’m going to have to sanitize the top of the bar.”
She laughed, grateful to Bash that he hadn’t said something profound or emotional in the moment.
He hopped off the bar, then helped her climb down. The two of them went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Then she helped him clean the bar, and they gathered up Lou, who, through it all, had slept peacefully in her crate.
Chelsea grabbed her keys. “I guess I’ll head home.”
Bash frowned, then scooped his arm around her waist. “I don’t think so. Follow me home.”
She couldn’t help the warm feeling that surrounded her at his words. “Okay.”
He walked her to her car and waited while she got in. Then he put Lou’s crate in there with her. “Wait for me and I’ll pull the truck around.”
She nodded, still full of those idiotic warm fuzzies.
She was going to have to do something about all these … feelings.
Because sex was one thing. Emotions were something else entirely.
Chapter 25
It had been a really good night last night.
A damn good night. First, business was looking up. Second, Chelsea had shown up, and stayed, and then they’d had some phenomenal sex.
Then she’d come home with him and they’d had even more amazing sex.
Nights didn’t get much better than that.
Chelsea was currently asleep on her stomach next to him. He rolled over to his side to watch her. Her gorgeous red hair had fallen over half her face, but her mouth was open and she was breathing deeply.
God, this woman was gorgeous. He didn’t know if she realized how goddamn beautiful she was.
She’d kicked the covers halfway off, so her back was visible, as was half her butt. He’d like to have a picture of her like this, even with her hair messed up, and her mouth open in sleep.
She’d stayed up pretty damn late for him last night, considering she’d worked yesterday, and he knew how early she had to get up for school. Plus, they’d stayed up even later playing after they’d gotten home last night. He smiled thinking about how well she played, too. Sexually, she was adventurous and up for anything. He liked that a lot.
She also had to be exhausted, but she never complained.
She was a lot tougher than most of the women he knew. He gave her a lot of points for that.
She might come across as someone who was picky and particular, but in his heart he knew she would be game for just about anything.
But was he?
Maybe it was time he tried it out.
He heard Lou stirring, so he slid out of bed and put on his jeans, closed the bedroom door, then took Lou outside. He fed the dog, then grabbed his keys and made a quick drive over to Bert’s. When he got back, Chelsea was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and wearing one of his T-shirts.
Man, he’d never get tired of that sexy sight. Just seeing her in one of his T-shirts made his dick hard.
“Where’d you go?” she asked.
He laid the bag from Bert’s down on the counter. “I made breakfast.”
Her lips curved. “You’re my hero.”
He went to fix a cup of coffee. “I hope you like it. I made it especially for you.”
She put her arms around him and kissed him. “Whatever it is, I’ll like it. I’m starving.”
They ate breakfast together—egg sandwiches, as it turned out—and Bash asked her about finals.
“Graduation is next weekend, so I’m almost finished for the year. Unless I have to teach summer school.”
“When will you know?”
“By next week. If the scheduled teacher has to have surgery, I’ll fill in for him. If not, I’ll have the summer off.”
They shed their clothes, and Bash surprised the hell out of her by lifting her and laying her on top of the bar. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and put it on, then climbed onto the bar and lay on top of her, sliding into her in one hot thrust.
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted against him as he plunged into her, a hot, passionate dance that made them both sweat. She swept his hair away from his face as he looked down at her while he drove into her.
She thought it would be over quick, but he slowed the tempo to an achingly sweet, torturous dance where she felt every part of him. He lifted himself off of her so she could only feel where they were connected, only see the way he looked at her.
She could barely breathe, could only feel, and what she felt in this moment swept her away.
He brushed his lips over hers, a soft, sweet moment, achingly tender as he moved within her. She was lost in him. She tried to hold back the overwhelming sensations, but she couldn’t, and when he swept his hand underneath her to bring her closer to him, she lost all sense of reality. She clutched his shoulders, tightened around him, and cried out as her climax shattered her. And this time, she took Bash with her, the two of them shuddering as they fell off the never-ending cliff of bliss together.
She felt like she might never be right again, that this time, things might have gone too far. Because that had felt like a lot more than just sex. She’d seen it in his eyes, but maybe it had just been a crazy reflection of some really good physical lovemaking.
And maybe she’d just made more out of it than she should. She’d have to get her senses back to figure it out.
“I’m sweaty,” he said. “And now I’m going to have to sanitize the top of the bar.”
She laughed, grateful to Bash that he hadn’t said something profound or emotional in the moment.
He hopped off the bar, then helped her climb down. The two of them went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Then she helped him clean the bar, and they gathered up Lou, who, through it all, had slept peacefully in her crate.
Chelsea grabbed her keys. “I guess I’ll head home.”
Bash frowned, then scooped his arm around her waist. “I don’t think so. Follow me home.”
She couldn’t help the warm feeling that surrounded her at his words. “Okay.”
He walked her to her car and waited while she got in. Then he put Lou’s crate in there with her. “Wait for me and I’ll pull the truck around.”
She nodded, still full of those idiotic warm fuzzies.
She was going to have to do something about all these … feelings.
Because sex was one thing. Emotions were something else entirely.
Chapter 25
It had been a really good night last night.
A damn good night. First, business was looking up. Second, Chelsea had shown up, and stayed, and then they’d had some phenomenal sex.
Then she’d come home with him and they’d had even more amazing sex.
Nights didn’t get much better than that.
Chelsea was currently asleep on her stomach next to him. He rolled over to his side to watch her. Her gorgeous red hair had fallen over half her face, but her mouth was open and she was breathing deeply.
God, this woman was gorgeous. He didn’t know if she realized how goddamn beautiful she was.
She’d kicked the covers halfway off, so her back was visible, as was half her butt. He’d like to have a picture of her like this, even with her hair messed up, and her mouth open in sleep.
She’d stayed up pretty damn late for him last night, considering she’d worked yesterday, and he knew how early she had to get up for school. Plus, they’d stayed up even later playing after they’d gotten home last night. He smiled thinking about how well she played, too. Sexually, she was adventurous and up for anything. He liked that a lot.
She also had to be exhausted, but she never complained.
She was a lot tougher than most of the women he knew. He gave her a lot of points for that.
She might come across as someone who was picky and particular, but in his heart he knew she would be game for just about anything.
But was he?
Maybe it was time he tried it out.
He heard Lou stirring, so he slid out of bed and put on his jeans, closed the bedroom door, then took Lou outside. He fed the dog, then grabbed his keys and made a quick drive over to Bert’s. When he got back, Chelsea was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and wearing one of his T-shirts.
Man, he’d never get tired of that sexy sight. Just seeing her in one of his T-shirts made his dick hard.
“Where’d you go?” she asked.
He laid the bag from Bert’s down on the counter. “I made breakfast.”
Her lips curved. “You’re my hero.”
He went to fix a cup of coffee. “I hope you like it. I made it especially for you.”
She put her arms around him and kissed him. “Whatever it is, I’ll like it. I’m starving.”
They ate breakfast together—egg sandwiches, as it turned out—and Bash asked her about finals.
“Graduation is next weekend, so I’m almost finished for the year. Unless I have to teach summer school.”
“When will you know?”
“By next week. If the scheduled teacher has to have surgery, I’ll fill in for him. If not, I’ll have the summer off.”
