Page 38 of Call Me Yours (Lodestar Ranch #4)

STEVEN

Chloe Adams was kissing me.

Chloe Adams loved me.

Chloe Adams called me hers.

There was an asshole voice in the back of my mind telling me it wasn’t true, that this wasn’t real, that I wasn’t good enough. I told that voice to fuck all the way off.

Chloe Adams was no liar.

She had me by the collar of my flannel, hauling my face down to her demanding mouth. Her lips were cold and clumsy, but her tongue was warm and soft. The entire world disappeared. It was just her and me and?—

I yelped as her icy fingers grazed my neck. I ripped my mouth from hers. The moment she lost the warmth of my mouth, her teeth started chattering. I swore softly. “Let’s get you inside.”

I didn’t give her the opportunity to respond, just scooped her up behind her knees and carried her to the door.

She didn’t protest. It seemed like a miracle that she didn’t protest so I didn’t stop there.

I braced her against my raised thigh so I could open the door without dropping her, and she did her best to distract me, nuzzling her cold nose against my neck.

“Chloe,” I growled, and she laughed.

Down the hall. Into her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us, bypassing the bed for the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

I reached into the shower and spun the knob. “Getting you warm. Getting me clean.”

We stripped off our clothes. I took her hand and helped her step into the tub, then turned us around so she was under the hot spray. She faced me and tilted her head back, letting the water sluice down her hair, her strong shoulders, her full breasts, her round belly.

I couldn’t breathe for all that beauty.

She opened her eyes and caught me staring. She smiled—the smile I had been waiting for, the smile that meant I was worthwhile.

“It’s cold out of the water,” she said. “Come here.”

I came.

I knelt.

Her green eyes glowed as she looked down at me. Fuck, she was beautiful. “I really love seeing you on your knees,” she murmured.

“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs. “Open your legs, princess. Let me eat you.”

She widened her stance, bracing her feet against the sides of the tub. I pressed my face between her legs and nuzzled against her sweetness. A low groan rumbled out of me as I slid my tongue between her lips. Warm. Swollen. Fucking delicious.

“Oh, god, Steven.” Her head tipped back on a moan. Water splattered her face. “Oh, god .”

I buried my tongue deep inside her cunt and inhaled the scent of her. Her pussy muscles clenched around my tongue like a heartbeat. My dick pulsed and leaked in response. I needed to get her there before I fucking exploded.

Her hands tangled in my hair. “Yes, yes,” she chanted. Thank god she was close.

I laved the bud of her clit with the tip of my tongue and her hips surged forward, her cries muffled by the running water. Her legs trembled against my cheeks. And then I sucked hard, remembering how it sent her over the goddamn edge last time, and am rewarded with a gush of wetness on my tongue.

Chloe slapped one hand to the wall, her other to the glass door, and rolled her hips to my mouth, her pussy convulsing around my tongue as she came.

I kept at her until the last tremor subsided and then pressed a kiss to each shaking thigh.

“Steven.” She said my name like a prayer. “Fuck me.” She said that like a goddamn queen.

I pushed to my feet and joined her under the hot spray.

Water pelted our bodies as she melted into my arms. Soft and sweet and all mine.

The swell of her belly bumped against my abdomen and my heart nearly exploded from my chest. I kissed her, knowing she could taste herself on my lips, and cupped a heavy breast in my palm.

She moaned when my thumb grazed over her nipple.

“Still a good sensitive?” I asked against her mouth.

“ Very good sensitive,” she breathed back.

I did it again. Her mouth moved to nip my Adam’s apple.

“Fuck me,” she said again, this time more plea than command.

I said a silent prayer of thanks for the anti-slip patches on the bottom of the bathtub and turned her carefully to face the wall. The curve of her ass bumped against my already aching dick, and I sent another prayer heavenward, this time for help holding my shit together.

Leaning over her body, my mouth on her earlobe, I growled, “Hands on the wall, princess.”

“Yes,” she hissed. She slapped her hands to the wall, fingertips finding the coarse grout between the tiles for extra leverage.

“I won’t let you slip,” I promised. “I’ve got you.”

She looked at me over her shoulder, her pretty eyes full of fire and trust. “I know.”

Her words were a balm to my self-inflicted wound. I couldn’t stop touching her, running my hands down the muscles on either side of her spine, molding the shape of her hips, sliding forward to gently hold the curve of her belly. A fucking miracle, every inch of her.

Water beat down on us as I took my cock in hand and guided it down the crack of her ass and then lower to her entrance. She mewled softly as I played with her there, dragging my cock through her wetness and teasing her clit.

And then I couldn’t stand it a second longer. I gripped her hips and thrust into her. She was soaked, and I slid right inside like we were made for each other.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” I panted. “If I go too hard or too fast or?—”

Her response was to push against the tile to slam her hips back on me. We both groaned loudly.

We liked it so much that we did it again, me thrusting into her, her rocking back to me, again and again and fucking again . Steam rolled around us in a damp cloud. Water pelted our bodies. Flesh smacked against flesh.

And somehow, my hands found their way once more to her round belly. I held her there, supporting the weight of it in my palms, my heart pounding with every slide of my cock, and dropped my forehead to the juncture of her shoulder.

“I love you,” I choked out, because I couldn’t stop myself.

She looked back at me, curled an arm around my head, and dragged my mouth to hers. “I love you, too.”

My hands dropped from her belly to her clit and she gasped, sending her hips slamming back to mine with a ferocious eagerness that had me seeing stars.

“More,” she sobbed. “Harder.”

Her pussy clenched around me like a vise. I groaned and scraped my teeth against the nape of her neck. With my right hand still playing with her clit, I brought my left hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.

“Come for me, princess. Come with me.” My voice was tinged with desperation.

She met me there, matching my savage thrusts with her own. And finally I felt it, the rhythmic, clenching pulse of her orgasm. I surged into her one more time and let go. She bucked against me, gasping, crying out curses and my name. My orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, blinding and brilliant.

We managed to make it out of the shower without killing ourselves despite our shaking muscles. I wrapped a towel around her and rubbed it over her arms. She looked up at me with a sweet, sated smile.

“So,” she said, “when are you moving back into your bedroom?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Come on, Steven.” She gave me a sardonic scowl. “I know this is really your room. I appreciate you letting me use it, but when I moved in, you thought it would be temporary.”

“When did you figure it out?” I asked, toweling my hair.

She laughed. “Around the time I realized your feet hung off the end of your bed in the other room. If I’m going to stay, you need to take your real room back. I don’t feel right keeping it.”

“Tell you what,” I said, pulling her in close. “You stay. I’ll move back in when you call it ours.”