let the garment drop down around her feet. She kicked it off to the side, revealing her denim cutoff shorts underneath it.
“Come here,” he said, his voice hard.
“I’m not taking orders from you. You have to be patient.”
“I’m not feeling very patient, honey.”
“What’s my name?”
“Anna,” he ground out. “Anna, I’m not feeling very patient.”
“Not enough women have made you wait. You’re getting spoiled.”
She slid her hand up her midsection, her own fingertips combined with the electric look on Chase’s face sending heat skittering along her veins. She let her fingers skim over her breast, gratified when his breath hissed through his teeth.
“Anna...”
“You know me pretty well, don’t you? But you didn’t know all this.” She moved her hand back down, over her stomach, her belly button, sliding her fingers down beneath the waistband of her shorts, stroking herself where she was wet and aching for him. His fingers curled around the edge of the chair, his knuckles white, the cords on his neck standing out, the strength it was taking him to remain seated clear and incredibly compelling.
“Take them off,” he said.
“Didn’t I just tell you that you’re not in charge?”
“Don’t play games with me.”
“Maybe patience is the lesson you need to learn.”
“I damn well don’t,” he growled.
She turned around, facing away from him, taking a deep breath as she unsnapped her shorts and pushed them down her hips, revealing the other purchase she had made at the store yesterday. A black, lacy thong, quite unlike any other pair of underwear she had ever owned. And she had slipped it on this morning hoping that this would be the end of her day.
“Holy hell,” he said.
She knew that she was not the first woman to take her clothes off for him. Much less the first woman to reveal sexy underwear. But that only made his appreciation for hers that much sweeter. She swayed her hips back and forth before dropping down low, and sweeping back up. It felt so cheesy, and at the same time she was pretty proud of herself for pulling it off.
When she turned to face him, his expression was positively feral.
Her shirt was still knotted beneath her breasts, and now she was wearing work boots, a thong and the top. If Chase thought the outfit was a little bit silly, he certainly didn’t show it.
She moved over to the chair, straddling him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. “I want you,” she said.
She had said it before. But this was more. Deeper. This was the truth. Her truth, the truest thing inside of her. She wanted Chase. In every way. Forever. She swallowed hard, grabbing hold of his T-shirt and tugging it up over his head. She licked her lips, looking at his body, at his chest, speckled with just the right amount of dark hair, at his abs, so perfectly defined and tempting.
She reached between them, undoing his belt and jerking it through the loops, before tugging his pants and underwear down low on his hips. He put his hand on her backside, holding her steady as she maneuvered herself so that she was over him, rubbing up against his arousal. “I would never have considered doing something like this before last week. Not with anyone. It’s just you,” she said, leaning in and kissing his lips lightly. “You do this to me.”
He shuddered beneath her, her words having the exact effect she hoped they would. He liked feeling special, too.
He took hold of her hand, drawing it between them, curving her fingers around him. “And you do this to me. You make me so hard, it hurts. I’ve never wanted a woman like this before. Ever.”
She flexed her hips, squeezed him tighter, trapping him between her palm and the apex of her thighs. “Why? Why do you want me like this?”
It was important to know. Essential.
“Because it’s you, Anna. There’s this idea that having sex with a stranger is supposed to be exciting. Because it’s dirty. Because it’s wrong. Maybe because it’s unknown? But I’ve done that. And this is... You’re right. I know you. Knowing you like this... Your face is so familiar to me, your voice. Knowing what it looks like when I make you come, how you sound when I push you over the edge, baby, there’s nothing hotter than that.”
His words washed over her, everything she had never known she needed. This full, complete acceptance of who she was. Right here in her garage. The mechanic, the woman. The friend, the lover. He wanted her. And everything that meant.
She didn’t even try to keep herself from feeling it now. Didn’t try to keep herself from thinking it.
She loved him. So much. Every part of him, with every part of her. Her friend. The only man she really wanted. The only person she could imagine sharing her days and nights and blankets and musicals with.
And that realization didn’t even make her want to pull away from him. Didn’t make her want to hide. Instead, she wanted to finish this. She wanted to feel connected to him. Now that she was in, she was in all the way. Ready to expose herself completely, scrape herself raw, all for him.
She rose up so that she was on her knees, tugged her panties down her hips and maneuvered herself so that she was able to dispense with them completely before settling over him, grabbing hold of his broad shoulders as she sank down onto his hardened length.
He swore, the harsh word echoing in the empty space. “Anna, I need to get a condom.”
She pulled away from him quickly, hovering over him as he lifted his hips, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom with shaking hands, taking care of the practicalities quickly. She was trembling, both with the adrenaline rush that accompanied the stupidity of her mistake and with need. With regret because she wished that he was still inside of her even though it wouldn’t be responsible at all.
Soon, he was guiding her back onto him, having protected them both. Thankfully, he was a little more with it than she was.
He gripped her tightly, guiding her movements at first, helping her establish a rhythm that worked for them both.
He moved his hands around, brushing his fingertips along the seam of her ass before teasing her right where their bodies were joined. She gasped, grabbing hold of the back of the chair, flexing her hips, chasing her own release as he continued to touch her. To push her higher.
She slid her hands up, cupping his face, holding him steady. She met his gaze, a thrill shooting down her spine. “Anna,” he rasped, the words skating over her skin like a caress, touching her everywhere.
Pleasure gripped her, low and tight, sending her over the edge. She held his face as she shuddered out her orgasm and chanted his name, endlessly. Over and over again. And when it was over, he held her to him, kissing her lips, whispering words against her mouth that she could barely understand. She didn’t need to. The only words she understood were the ones she most needed to hear.
“Stay with me tonight.”
