Silence lingered as they watched the city lights blaze against the indigo sky.
Chase’s hot mouth trailed kisses up and down the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side, offering him full access.
He murmured, “You’re so beautiful all the time. But especially so tonight in this light. I want you.”
A shudder of need rolled through her. “I suppose that means I should show you the bedroom.”
His arms tightened. “No. I want you like this. Right here. Right now. With the city lights shining like your eyes.”
“But the paparazzi—”
“Won’t have a clue what we’re doin’.” He gestured with is chin to the closest building, half a block away. “Can you see in the windows from here?”
“No.”
“Then no one will see us, Ava. We’ll look like two lovers lost in each other, admiring the view.”
The idea of making love in public, but in a private setting, appealed to her. Yet, she couldn’t help but compare it to her last rendezvous at her beach house. The humiliation when an intimacy simply became gossip fodder. She’d never put Chase through that. “Chase—”
“Besides, like you said, who’ll notice us in a city of millions?”
It wouldn’t be the same at all. Chase isn’t like that other guy who wouldn’t man up. Even if you are caught, Chase would stand beside you. He wouldn’t be embarrassed about anything you do together because he loves you.
His sweetly seductive warm lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Please,” he whispered. “I need you.”
Need. Not want. Ava turned and caught his mouth in a deep kiss.
He pulled back and his lips curved against her cheek. “I’m takin’ that as a yes.”
“Yes.”
“Lean forward a little and hold on to the partition.”
She heard his clothes rustle. Then his rough-tipped fingers were teasing the backs of her thighs as he slowly lifted her dress to her hips. One finger traced the thin strap of her thong down the crack of her ass.
“Move your feet out, tall girl, so I won’t have to go on tiptoe to f**k you.”
His rough-toned words were the best kind of foreplay. Heat and hardness pressed into her backside. Beneath the silky fabric of her sundress, Chase’s hand followed the curve of her hip to the rise of her mound. His finger delved under the elastic band of her thong and stroked her slit. He groaned softly as he discovered she was already wet and ready.
“Cant your hips back, baby.”
Soon as she moved, she felt the condom covered head prodding her entrance.
Chase fed his c**k into her slowly, his hot breath tickling her ear. “Ever done it standing up?”
“Ah, no.”
“Ever done it this close to the edge of a twenty-one-story building?”
“No. But every time you touch me, Chase, you take me to that edge that always makes me dizzy.”
“I love this sweet talkin’ side of you. I love all sides of you, Ava.” That said, he thrust into her fully.
Ava bowed into the solid wall of his chest.
Eroticism bombarded her from all angles. The sights and sounds of the city. The temperate breeze washing over them. His firm grip on her left hip. The perfect friction of his shaft tunneling in and out on a slow glide. Then arbitrarily ramming harder. The teasing flick of his fingertip over her clit. The feel of his mouth tasting her skin from her bare shoulder to behind her ear.
“Chase…I’m already…”
“Christ. It’s too goddamn good with you. Every. Fucking. Time. Hold on. I don’t wanna push you forward and send us crashing through the glass for the big finish.”
She twined her left arm back and gripped his neck as he rammed into her more forcefully.
When he shoved deep and stayed lodged inside her, she shattered.
Chase breathed raggedly against her nape, his pelvis still bumping into her in tiny increments. “Ava.”
“I know.” She turned her head, rubbing her damp cheek against his.
“Do you?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“You love me.”
He sank his teeth into her neck and she squealed.
“Okay, okay. I love you, Chase.” She loved his playful side. She loved his passionate side. She loved they fit together, no matter where they were. No matter who they were with. But she really loved just the two of them together.
Chase’s voice dropped to a barely discernible growl. “That’s what I wanna hear.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
With pure male heat and hunger, he undressed her, then himself. This wasn’t a sensual exploration resulting in an achingly sweet union of bodies. No. This was raw mating. He demanded. Took. Teased. And ultimately gave all of himself with such unending passion, he left her knowing no other man would ever reach inside her like he did.
Sated, spent and sleepy, Ava stretched out on her belly next to Chase as his fingers lazily trailed up and down her spine.
“Was I too rough?”
Did he sound worried? She rolled over to look him in the eyes. “No. Why?”
“I got a little carried away.”
“I like that about you.” Ava pecked him on the lips. “Every time I think you can’t top the last go-round? You do.”
“Mmm.”
“And because I know you’re always famished after you ravage me, I took the liberty of ordering food.”
“What kind of food?”
She traced the scar below his collarbone. “You seemed to like it when I hand-fed you, so the chef whipped up two trays of appetizers.”
Chase froze.
Laughing, she kissed his nipple. “I’m kidding. I didn’t want to be interrupted so we’re having steak salad and other stuff that can be served cold.”
“This has been great tonight. Just the two of us.” He sighed. “You’re always thinking of me, so I’ve gotta admit…”
“What?”
“I’m always thinking of you too, and I lied to you the other day. I did buy you something at Tiffany’s. I’ve been carryin’ it around in my pocket because I ain’t sure you won’t think it’s stupid.”
Ava perked right up. “A present? For me? I love presents.”
“There’s news,” he said dryly.
“Hand it over.”
Grumbling, he moved and rummaged though his jeans pockets.
Her eyes focused on what he’d clutched in his hand when he returned to bed.