With her inviting curves wrapped in silky material, he couldn’t stop his hands from their exploration as they ran down her body. He cupped her firm ass and nearly came from that contact alone.

  Clint broke free from her lips to trail a path of nipping kisses down her neck. He heard her moan as her body shook beneath him.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” she sighed.

  Clint lifted away from her, staring at her beautiful face. She opened her eyes to stare into his.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. Before Clint could think rationally and form an answer, Chrissy pulled back. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”

  “I’m the one who should apologize. You’re not in any state to be thinking clearly,” he said.

  Her open-mouthed stare and the hurt in her eyes puzzled Clint. She took a step back. He started to speak but was cut off as Chrissy spoke first.

  “I may have had a bit more to drink than I’m used to, but I can certainly think for myself.” Her fiery attitude increased notch by notch as she continued. “And if you think that by doing what you did, you were taking advantage of me, think again. I was a willing participant as well. But if you don’t want me, well then—”

  Clint selfishly loved the shocked gasp of her inhale as he pulled her tight to his chest. “Make no mistake, I want you.”

  “Well then take me,” she countered, issuing a challenge.

  He closed his eyes, placing his forehead against hers as a soft breath escaped his lips. “I don’t know if I’m worthy of you, Chrissy.”

  ****

  All Chrissy could hear was desperation mixed with despair. Defeat.

  What’s made him so vulnerable?

  “Let me make that choice.” She heard herself say as she lifted her head to meet his eyes. “Don’t take that away from me now that we’ve found each other again.”

  “I’ve made bad choices, hurt those I loved in the process. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you.”

  “The only way you’d hurt me is by not letting go of the past. By not giving this a chance.”

  She watched him struggle and saw the uncertainty in his eyes. Chrissy framed his face to softly kiss his lips.

  “How long were you planning to stay in Japan?” Chrissy asked when she pulled away.

  “I… I don’t know. I don’t really have a set schedule.”

  “What about your work? Don’t you have to get back to it?”

  Chrissy’s hands dropped away as Clint stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I took a leave of absence,” he replied.

  She had to think quickly. She couldn’t lose what little ground she felt they were gaining.

  “The business portion of my trip is complete,” Chrissy started. “I had hoped to stay at least a few more days to explore and enjoy some sites.” She closed the distance again, placing her hands on Clint’s shoulders. “Perhaps I could convince you to join me?”

  She felt his hands at her waist as a small spark returned to his eyes. He grinned. “That wouldn’t take much. Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” She laced her fingers with his and turned to resume their walk.

  They strolled through the courtyard content with the silence. When Chrissy tried to stifle a yawn, Clint suggested he see her to her room.

  “It has been quite the day,” she said as she leaned into him, hugging his arm.

  “What floor are you on?” he asked as they made their way to the elevators.

  “Twenty-seventh.”

  They were the only ones in the car for the ride up, and as soon as the doors closed, Chrissy surprised Clint by latching onto his body and backing him against the wall.

  He chuckled. “I thought you were tired?”

  “I am. Tired of denying myself of you.” She fisted her hands in his shirt while she pressed her lips to his. She had never felt so bold, so daring. After all this time, she just hoped it proved to be the right move.

  By the way Clint responded, she guessed she was on the right track. As his arms circled her she literally feasted on his mouth. Their tongues fought for control as they both alternately moaned and sighed. Chrissy had limited experience with men over the years, but that didn’t stop her from acting on lustful instinct when it came to this man.

  With her conviction set, she would ensure they ended up together tonight.

  Luckily the ride didn’t stop until it reached her floor. When the elevator doors opened Chrissy all but dragged Clint out of the car and down the hall to her door.

  “Chrissy, I—”

  “Don’t say another word,” she said, panting. “Don’t be the gentleman right now.” She searched her clutch for her room card and finally got the door open. “You said you wanted me.”

  “God help me, I do.”

  “Then come get me.”

  Clint growled as Chrissy lured him. She walked backward into the room as he hurried after her, the door closing behind him. They were shut off from the world and the only thing that mattered was him and her. Together. Right now.

  “Are you sure of what you’re doing?” he asked.

  “Absolutely.” Her eyes never left his as she began to work on the delicate buttons along the side of her dress, releasing them one by one in a tantalizing fashion. As more of her skin was revealed, Chrissy’s gaze traveled Clint’s body, his lust evident by the strain of his growing erection against his pants.

  “Looks like you might need some relief.” She peeled back the dress and let it drop to the floor, standing in a barely-there thong and bra which left nothing to the imagination. Watching his appreciative gaze upon her body delighted Chrissy. She noticed he lingered at her belly piercing, which was a simple diamond stud.

  “The first time I saw your piercing, I was shocked.” Clint’s husky voice sent shivers across her skin. “And highly aroused.”

  “Were you now?” Her words were meant to tease as were her next actions. Chrissy gently cupped her breasts and slowly worked her hands down her torso, stopping at the elastic of her thong as her hips shimmied from side to side.

  Clint was in front of her in two long strides, stopping her hands from any further movement. He then reached up to unfasten the pins holding her hair in place, releasing the silky tresses. Her body became electrified as he ran his fingers through the strands, murmuring, “I knew it would feel soft. So soft.” He framed her face and rested his forehead against hers.

  “Please tell me this is what you really want because I’m too close to losing it,” he gritted out.

  “It is, Clint.”

  “I want to take you slowly, savor you, but I don’t think I’m going to last.”

  “Maybe I don’t want slow right now.” Chrissy lifted a hand to his face, running her thumb across his lower lip. “I don’t want to think too hard, I only want to feel.”

  Her lips curved into a smile as Clint sucked her digit into his mouth causing wicked thoughts to invade her mind.

  “I think you’re highly overdressed, Mr. Jessup.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  Clint walked Chrissy to the bed before taking one step back to rid himself of his clothes. There was no enticement, no show, only efficient movement as he quickly got naked while keeping his eyes on her. Just as she was about to undo her bra, Clint stopped her. “Let me.” He reached around to fumble with the hooks, and once undone, began to peel the bra away, slowly, as if unwrapping a delicate package. Tossing the garment aside, his warm hands covered her flesh, squeezing and molding. “So beautiful.” He tweaked her nipples until they pebbled beneath his fingers, causing a moan to escape her mouth as she pressed her body closer to his.

  She felt perfectly cherished as he tenderly captured a peak. The repeated flicks of his tongue against the tightened bud sent a jolt each time down to her pussy. Chrissy speared her hands through his hair, holding him close as he lavished one breast then the other.

  “Clint.” His name fell from her lips like a plea as her body rocked against his.

  He knelt on one knee as his mouth worked its way down her torso, his tongue dancing over her piercing before lingering at a hip. His fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong and worked the tiny piece of material down her legs. As Chrissy stepped out of the garment, she kept her legs in a wide stance as his eyes zeroed in on her smooth pussy.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Clint rasped. “I can smell your arousal and it's driving me crazy. I’m so close to coming already.” He didn’t give her time to respond as he used his fingers to part her lips and lash out with his tongue to taste her.

  “Oh, fudge,” she moaned. Her fingers tightened against his scalp as she flexed her hips into his face. Chrissy sounded off with a moan, a gasp, as Clint sucked her clit, the sensitive tissue engorged and pulsing. Her legs shook as she drew closer and closer to her release. This only spurred him on as he tongued her harder, tightening his lips around her sex.

  “Come for me, Chrissy, come on my tongue. I need to taste your cream.”

  Returning his attention to his task, his fingers feathered her lips as his mouth worked ruthlessly against her flesh. Her orgasm triggered with one more pull and her scream echoed throughout the room. Her body danced wildly and her head fell back on her shoulders as Clint wrung as much pleasure from her as he could.

  Suddenly, he was standing and capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. She kissed just as fiercely as they couldn’t get enough of touching one another. The sting of his teeth against her lip felt glorious and she nipped in return.

  “I need to be inside you,” he growled.

  “Yes.” She fisted his erection with one hand, squeezing it before running up and down its length. Her thumb smeared the moisture seeping from the tip across his bulbous head, causing Clint to jerk.

  “I need a condom.”

  Chrissy shook her head as she breathlessly said, “Pill.” He eyed her as she added, “Menstrual regulation.”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  “I do.”

  He hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed as she laughed into his neck before suckling. As he laid her back, positioning between her legs, she wrapped them around his backside, bringing their hips together. His cock brushed against her dripping pussy and she lifted her hips in invitation.

  “Now, Clint. I need you now.”

  With that, he fisted his own erection and drove into her, solidifying his own need. Both cried out as he seated himself fully, pulsing inside her body as she squeezed him.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. He held himself still, and all Chrissy wanted was movement. When she tried to lift her hips, Clint held her steady, pressing his pelvis into her while he brought a hand to her sternum. “Not yet. Just let me enjoy this before it’s over too quickly.” His voice was thick with emotion as his eyes bored into her.

  She gave a slight nod as she ran her nails across his muscled chest, squeezing her internal muscles around him, enjoying the feel of his length filling her. Running a foot down his leg, she felt him shake with his need, his control extraordinary at not taking what he wanted. And Chrissy knew he wanted her as he pulsed inside her before slowly, ever so slowly rotating his hips with the start of the movement.

  Their gazes held one another as he withdrew to the tip then inch by glorious inch filled her again, rubbing against her clit. Chrissy rose up to grind on him as her hands found purchase against his shoulders. She kneaded the muscle, loving his strength—the pure maleness of him.

  Clint leaned in to kiss her, long and sensuously while he gave tiny thrusts of his hips. When he drew back and rose above her, his pace increased, and she met him with every demanding thrust of her own.

  “You feel so damn perfect,” he said.

  “So do you,” she countered.

  “I want you to come hard for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Say it. Tell me you wanna come hard.”

  “I want to come hard for you, Clint. I want to come harder than I’ve ever come before.”

  His eyes took on a darker look as he thrust deeper, putting just the right amount of pressure on both her clit and some foreign spot within that no one had ever touched.

  “Have you had many lovers, Chrissy?” he ground out. She could only shake her head as he continued. “Because you can forget all about them. I’m going to make sure you know only me.”

  “Only you, Clint.”

  “Touch yourself. Make yourself come and squeeze me tight.” He pumped faster, harder, as sweat laced his brow and every inch where they were skin on skin.

  His words induced a carnal force within Chrissy, wanting so much to please him. Wanting so much pleasure for herself as well. She reached between their bodies to finger her clit, her nails scratching his cock as he fed it to her body. Over and over again. Rubbing furiously, she felt the rise, the nearing of her orgasm as Clint chased his own. Their grunts and groans were interspersed with gasps as jolts of pleasure shocked their systems.

  “Fuck, yeah, that’s it. It feel it. I feel you,” he ground out.

  “Yes. Feel me,” Chrissy said.

  Clint roared as his body jerked, slamming one more time, deep inside her as he came. Hard. Chrissy was relentless as she continued to rub her clit. When she finally exploded, her pussy convulsed around his cock as he coated her insides with the product of his endless climax.

  Finally, his body collapsed and she welcomed his weight by wrapping her arms around his back. She tightened her legs around his ass, clinging to him. His arms circled her shoulders as his hands framed her head, threading through her hair to gently massage her scalp. He nuzzled her neck with kisses, causing her to squeal and her skin suddenly became chilled.

  She ran her nails across his back to dig into his ass, now causing him to yelp. He rose slightly, his face hovering above hers. As his eyes zeroed in on her lips, she wasted no time in lifting herself to meet his tempting mouth. She conducted a thorough exploration with her tongue, delighting in his moans of pleasure.

  After the kiss went on for a few more moments, Clint pulled back. “You’re too good to be true,” he spoke against her lips.

  “No, I’m not. I’m just a woman who finally got to love you.” Chrissy brought her hands around to frame his face when he tried to pull away. “Don’t, Clint. Don’t distance yourself now.”

  “I’m … not.”

  But he did.

  He pulled away, disconnecting their bodies as he rolled to her side. Chrissy hated the silence but respected it. She waited for him to make the next move. All she could do was offer comfort, letting him know she was here for him. She curled into his side and was rewarded with his arm wrapping around her.

  They fell asleep before either realized.

  ****

  Clint woke to the feel of soft flesh beneath his hands. Cracking open his eyes, it took a moment for them to adjust in the darkness to figure out Chrissy lay atop him. She managed to pull the edge of the bed cover over them, as they never made it beneath the sheets.

  He stroked her warm skin and listened to her even breathing as he relived their encounter. Hands down the best sex of his life.

  “I’m just a woman who finally got to love you.”

  Her earlier words echoed in his head, and he cringed, once again wondering about where this would lead. Wondering what she’d think of him once she learned the truth. If she even needed to know the truth.

  Was he making too much out of nothing? No. What he did was inexcusable. Doesn’t matter that the very man whose wife he’d had an affair with forgave him. Clint couldn’t forgive himself, no matter how much he was told to do so. To put the past behind him and move on.

  But could he trust his feelings or those of another? Could he open his heart to feeling again? To be worthy of another’s affections?

  He felt like such a pansy-ass for his thoughts.

  Chrissy shifted on top of him, her perky breasts pressing into his chest as her hot sex lined up perfectly with his growing erection.

  Yeah, no matter what his brain said, his body couldn’t deny what he wanted. Her.

  He traced his fingers across the warm flesh of her back, down to her buttocks, teasing the crease. As her body squirmed more, she sighed with what seemed like contentment, one hand toying in his hair while the other caressed a path down his side. Chrissy lifted her pelvis to gently fist his rock-hard cock, running along its length to squeeze the head.

  “Seems you can’t get enough of me,” she said quietly.

  “Seems you’re right.”

  While his hands continued to explore her back, her tempting ass, Chrissy shifted her legs and pushed up to straddle his lap. His erection was sandwiched between the lips of her pussy as she slid back and forth, slicking him with the wetness seeping from her body. She braced her hands on his chest as her hair fell forward across her shoulders, obscuring those perky breasts of hers.

  Clint looked up at her face and saw her eyes glow in the darkness. He slid his hands between her hair and her body to cup her tits as she ground against him, making him impossibly harder, aching. A teasing smile reshaped her mouth.

  “Soon, I want that sassy mouth on my cock.”

  She smiled even broader as she started to move down his body. “Is now too soon?”

  Before Clint could stop her, she slid low, circled his length with her hand, and directed it to her welcoming mouth. She swallowed him up, her heat engulfing him. As she held him at the base, her teeth, tongue, and lips worked magic as she suckled, scraped, and licked to her heart’s content.

  He couldn’t control his thrusts as he practically fucked her mouth, but Chrissy didn’t relent, bringing him so close, so quickly to his peak.

  “Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” He couldn’t stop his fingers from tightening in her hair, applying the slightest amount of pressure to her head to keep her at her task as he bucked.

  “Mm hmm,” she moaned, not bothering to stop her attention, not bothered by his command.

  Clint groaned, gasping for breath as he tried to tell her he was ready to come.

 

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