Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 15

  “Sure,” Chloe said, snagging a few items out of her suitcase.

  When she laid them down on the bed and moved to strip out of her shirt, Chris frowned and asked, “No red bikini?”

  As she unhooked her bra, she said, “Thought I’d switch it up. Sorry.”

  Sliding the bra off, she reached for the button on her jean shorts. Realizing he was totally staring, he tugged his T-shirt off and rooted through his suitcase until he came up with board shorts. Changing, he was momentarily distracted.

  When he turned around, Chloe was reaching behind her neck to tie the straps of a black-and-white polka dot pinup-style swimsuit around her neck. This was somehow even sexier than the barely there red bikini she had. She slid into a black mesh cover up that left little to the imagination.

  Shaking his head, he said, “The things I’m going to do to you later.”

  Grinning, she said, “Promises, promises,” and then walked into the bathroom.

  A minute later, she came out with two large towels in her hands. Passing one to him, she slid into her flip-flops and said, “Ready?”

  When they made their way down to the main pool, they found the hot tub unoccupied. Setting their towels and various cover-up clothes aside, they slid in. Stretching out, Chris groaned and said, “Thank you for taking pity on my poor knee, baby.”

  Smirking, Chloe looked at him and said, “I wasn’t kidding about my calves. Those sandals are the devil.”

  They soaked a few minutes in silence and then Chloe said, “This was a great idea. My legs feel better already.”

  Nodding as he felt the tension in his knee melt away, he said, “Mmm.”

  A few minutes later a group of six made a beeline for the hot tub. It looked to be a group of three middle-aged couples. They’d clearly been drinking, if the loud, slurring voices were any indication.

  As the group scooted into the hot tub with them, it was clear they weren’t all going to fit comfortably. He felt Chloe nudge his side as if to say, “Let’s go now.”

  Now smashed up against Chloe’s side, he decided that there was no way they’d spend their last evening of vacation marinating in a hot tub with a bunch of loud drunk strangers. To hell with his knee. He’d take a pain killer if he had to.

  Glancing over at Chloe, he asked, “Calves better?”

  She nodded and said, “Much. Let’s head back up to the room?”

  “Let’s,” he said, standing up.

  Drying off, Chloe put back on her cover up, and slid her flip-flops on. He quickly followed suit. Heading back toward the elevator, he said, “Wow.”

  Chloe said, “Did you, by chance, grope my ass on the way out of the hot tub?”

  Narrowing his eyes, Chris said, “No. Why do you ask?”

  Shooting him a disgusted look, she answered, “Because someone did.”

  “Really? You should have said something. That’s not cool,” he said, frowning now.

  “I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t you, so I didn’t want to make a scene.”

  Slanting her a look, he said, “C’mon, baby. I wouldn’t grope your ass in—”

  He broke off, realizing that less than a day ago he’d had his fingers inside her in public.

  Seeing her pointed look, he said, “I get what you mean. For future reference, I wouldn’t do something like that in front of a group of drunk strangers unless expressly discussed beforehand.”

  Pressing the button for the elevator now, she looked at him and said, “Appreciate that.”

  When the doors slid open, they walked inside and pressed the fourth floor. Leaning up against the rail, he said, “So are your calves really feeling better?”

  “Not really,” she said, “But I was trying to avoid being crammed into a hot tub with a bunch of drunk people.”

  “I wasn’t looking forward to that either. My knee loosened up a lot, though. I’ll be happy to rub your calves or really anything else,” he said, grinning.

  Laughing, she said, “How selfless of you.”

  When they returned to the room, Chloe said she was going to take a quick shower to rinse off. Chris gave her a five-minute head start and then stripped off his shirt and board shorts. Moving into the bathroom, he slid the curtain back and stepped into the shower.

  Sliding his arms around her waist, he pressed his lips against the side of her neck, then mumbled between kisses, “I realized how much water we were wasting. You know I’m a stickler for saving the environment.”

  Chloe tilted her neck, which gave him better access, and she said, “Of course. You just go on and on about the environment some nights. The things I have to do to shut you up.”

  Turning her around to face him, he lowered his lips to hers, nipping at them gently until she opened her mouth to allow him access. As they continued to kiss under the spray, he let his hands roam over hips and back, pressing her closer to him. When he felt her hips press against him, he groaned, then broke away from her mouth.

  Placing gentle nipping kisses on her skin, he worked his way down her body. Pausing at her breasts, he pulled a tight nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, then lightly scraped his teeth against it. She arched her back, pressing her breast toward him as she moaned his name. Feeling his body tighten in response, he moved over to take her other nipple into his mouth and repeated the process until she was panting lightly and clutching his head.

  Once she had released him, he continued to kiss his way down her body. He knelt at her feet now, and positioned her to lean back against the wall. Moving one of her thighs to rest over his shoulder, he brushed light kisses to the inside of it. Feeling her press her hips forward, he nipped at her soft skin, then sucked on a patch, leaving a red mark in his wake.

  Moving his hand, he parted her folds and pressed his tongue against her clit. Hearing her rough intake of breath, followed by a low moan, he stroked his tongue against her more firmly now. Moving his other hand, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel, and began working them in and out of her.

  Curling his fingers slightly, he continued to stroke her inner walls and flick his tongue against her as she panted. When he felt her fingers tug at his hair, he let out a moan against her moist flesh. Sucking her clit into his mouth now, he felt her hips buck against him.

  Using the hand that had been holding her open, he steadied her hips. Increasing both the speed of his fingers and tongue, he felt her hips pressing rhythmically against his mouth now. She was crying out now with each press of his fingers, and tugging roughly at his hair.

  She began to ramble now, telling him how good his mouth felt against her, begging him not to stop. No intention of stopping, he curled his fingers a bit more, making firm contact with her G-spot now. Crying out loudly, and immediately, she came against his tongue. Groaning, he continued to pump his fingers into her until he felt her body stop clenching and pressing against him.

  When he gently pulled his fingers out of her and moved his mouth away from her flesh, she moved the leg that was balanced against his shoulder. She tried to regain her balance now, wobbling slightly.

  Standing up, he steadied her, pressing his length against her again. She immediately pulled his mouth down to hers and gave him a long, slow kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he spun her so she was under the spray again, realizing that her back had been leaned against the cold tile for a bit now.

  Rubbing his hands up and down her back, he pulled back from her mouth and bit out a groan when she wrapped her hand around his hard length. He enjoyed the firm stroking of her hand against him for several minutes before he raggedly said, “I’d much rather come inside you.”

  He saw her eyes flicker closed for a moment, his words clearly affecting her. She stopped moving her hand against him and asked, “Are we done in the shower then?”

  When he gave a nod, she reached around him to turn off the water, then slid the curtain open.

  Reaching, she passed a towel to him, then grabbed one for herself. They both quickly toweled off
and tossed the towels onto the floor. Wrapping his arms around her again, he dipped his head down and covered her mouth with his own, steering them blindly out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

  Breaking apart momentarily, they moved onto the bed. They lay facing each other now. He could feel every curve of her pressed up against him now. Brushing his mouth against hers, he almost gave a sigh of relief when she all but tried to pull him on top of her.

  Laughing softly, now sprawled against her, he said, “Was that a hint?”

  A look of pure need on her face that almost completely undid him, she said, “Yes.”

  “You sure I shouldn’t take my time?” he teased now.

  Smirking at him now, she said, “Take as much time as you need as long as you need, as long as you’re inside me.”

  Pressing his mouth to hers, he had the sudden urge to make love to her slowly. Knowing that they’d been greedy and quick more often than not, he wondered what it would be like to take his time. He moved between her thighs, his erect cock poised at her opening.

  Finding her more than ready for him, he slid inside her with a groan. Breaking his mouth away, he said, “Give me your hands.”

  She moved her hands up to where his were pressed into the bed on either side of her head. Adjusting slightly, he threaded his fingers through hers. Their hands now linked, he began to move slowly inside her. Their eyes locked now, he increased his pace slightly, though he still moved slowly and gently inside her.

  He felt her bring her legs up to wrap them around his waist. They both moaned as he pressed into her even further. Lowering his mouth to hers, he placed quick nipping kisses against her lips as he continued to rock his hips against hers. When he felt her grip his hands more tightly and then heard those sexy little whimpers against his mouth, he groaned, knowing she was close.

  Working himself in and out of her, he still kept his pace slow, but started alternating the depth of his thrusts, trying to prolong the pleasure. He felt her pussy begin to flutter around him now. Groaning, he said, “That’s it. Come on my cock, Chloe.”

  Crying out now, she said, “I need…”

  Rocking against her more quickly now, he said, “Whatever you need. Take it.”

  He felt the simultaneous clenching of her channel around him and her hands against his as she cried out, her back arching. Sliding into her tight channel a few more times, he let himself go, groaning her name against her lips.

  Feeling her legs unwrap from around his waist, he slid out of her and moved to the side. Unclasping their hands, he flexed his fingers a moment, then asked, “Did I hurt your hands?” when he saw her doing much the same thing.

  Shaking her head, she said, “No.”

  Looking at her more closely now, he asked, “You okay?”

  Nodding now, she said, “I am. That was just really intense.”

  Pulling her close, he said, “I know. I had this idea of how it would be between us, and every time…” He trailed off.

  Shaking his head, he said, “I wasn’t expecting it to be this much…”

  Trailing off again, he wasn’t sure how to continue. Looking at her, he saw her nod in agreement.

  “Exactly,” she said. “Me neither.”

  Tucking her head against his chest now, he rested his chin on top of it and sighed. He was way out of his depth.

  Chapter 21

  In the few weeks since they’d returned from San Diego, Chloe had seen Chris almost every day. Either she’d been at his place, or he’d been at hers. He’d given her a drawer for clothes at his place, and vice versa. They had exchanged keys. They had all of the normal trappings of a relationship, but they hadn’t ever really discussed it.

  They didn’t really discuss feelings all that much though. The last time they’d even broached the subject had been that last night in San Diego. The sex between them had been particularly intense. She’d never really considered sex to be making love until that night. In her previous relationships, she’d never encountered anything at all like the depth of feeling she had for Chris. It scared the shit out of her.

  Looking back now, she realized he’d been kind of freaked out too. They’d cuddled for a few minutes after, then ended up on the balcony. They’d stayed up, talking half the night. He’d shared a lot about his childhood. After talking about his parents, she could totally see why he’d be a little gun-shy about relationships. They’d been married to each other and divorced from each other several times. He’d been bounced back and forth like a yo-yo.

  Shrugging, Chloe decided it wasn’t incredibly important that they really discuss things anyway. She wasn’t necessarily in a hurry to put a label on things yet either. It had been a couple months, but it was probably a bit early to put her feelings out there.

  Hearing a knock on the door, she realized she had completely zoned out for longer than intended. Checking the peephole, she saw Sara waiting. Opening the door, she said, “Sorry. Sorry. Come in. Let me get shoes and I’ll be ready.”

  Deacon and Chris had gone out on the boat fishing today. She and Sara had been invited but they both cringed at the idea of baiting a hook. Besides, Chloe had gone out with Chris on the boat last weekend. They’d crossed one particular item off his bucket list. She didn’t think she’d be able to look at any flat surfaces on his boat now without recalling how he’d fucked her on them.

  Smirking now, she slid on her flats and grabbed her bag. Sara had moved to the mirror in her guest bathroom to check her hair. When she came out, Chloe said, “I’ve been waiting. Come on, woman.”

  Snorting, Sara mocked, “Sorry. Let me get shoes and I’ll be ready.”

  Laughing, she said, “I have them. We can totally leave now.”

  Five minutes later they were headed toward the outlet stores. Chloe sighed happily and said, “I am so glad we’re not fishing right now.”

  “Hell yes! The thought of being out of a boat all day is like the seventh level of hell. All that sun.” Sara shuddered.

  “The boat isn’t too bad, but I’d rather die than bait a hook with a live animal,” Chloe said, cringing with disgust.

  “Can we snag some coffee? I’m exhausted. I had a huge wedding last night,” Sara asked.

  “And I wasn’t even invited?” Chloe joked.

  Rolling her eyes, she said, “Dork.”

  “Have you ever known me to say no to coffee?” Chloe asked.

  Five minutes later, they hit the drive-thru at Cuppa Joe and then got on to the freeway. They headed toward the mall in relative silence, each of them taking sips of their drinks. Finally, Sara broke the silence.

  “So, how was San Diego? We haven’t really had much chance to talk since you’ve been back. I saw the ten million pictures. I need details!”

  “It was basically a little bit of sightseeing along with two and a half days of filthy sex. You’re sure you want details, Sara?”

  Laughing, Sara said, “Hell yeah. I definitely want details now!”

  Chloe shook her head and glossed over the highlights of the trip. Talking about La Jolla Cove, and the creep grabbing her ass in the hot tub, she recounted the majority of Saturday to her.

  Sara eyed her skeptically and said, “Those are the details? Don’t hold back, you saucy minx! Spill.”

  Chloe snorted and said, “Honestly, the sex is intense. It’s ridiculously so. I don’t think either of us was prepared for it. It’s only getting better as time passes. It isn’t even just the sex, though. We’re slowly learning all these things about each other and it’s only making things more…” Chloe trailed off, struggling to find the word.

  Continuing, she said, “We were always friends. I always liked and respected him. I thought it would be strange, transitioning from one circumstance to the other, but it’s been seamless. It seems natural and it’s all just getting better.”

  Taking a sip of her coffee, Sara said, “Did it not occur to you that you’ve probably been in love with him for a long time? Like, longer than you’ve been doing whatever you
’re doing?”

  Nodding, Chloe said, “I’ve been considering that, and it seems likely. I don’t think either of us is ready to have the conversation yet about what this is and where we’re heading. I feel like we’re on the same page though.”

  Sara shook her head and said, “Communication is important. Shit falls apart if you don’t talk.”

  “Noted,” Chloe said, “I will take it under advisement. I just don’t want to scare him away. He’s not anticommitment, but I think he might be anti talking about commitment.”

  Laughing now, Sara said, “Oh, you mean he’s a guy?”

  Chloe said, “Oh yeah. All man.”

  Changing the subject, they managed to kill the remaining drive talking about Sara’s wedding job last night. Apparently the groom had gotten so drunk he’d almost fallen into the cake. The bride had been so pissed off she left the reception early.

  Five hours later, Chloe was certain of two things. First, Sara shopped like a general. She had a battle plan laid out that included knowing which stores were having sales, the layout of the mall and each store, including the location of the racks with the deeply discounted items. The second thing she was certain of was that she never wanted to shop with Sara again. Ever.

  Her back and feet were aching, and Sara kept dragging her from store to store. She’d purchased two items in the thirty stores they’d looked at. She was bored to tears and ready to pass out.

  Finally, she begged. “Sara. Please let’s stop for lunch. I’m literally about to pass out. I need food. We’ve walked eleven million miles.”

  Looking over at her, Sara started laughing and said, “You sound so much like your brother.”

  She continued to laugh until she was almost out of breath then continued, “I think he might have said the exact same thing to me when we came here last time.”

  Smirking, Chloe said, “He practically raised me. Of course we sound alike. But seriously. Food. And a chair. I need those.”

  Sighing deeply, Sara said, “Fine, fine. I know I’m a bit Type A when I shop.”

  They walked over to the closest restaurant, which happened to be a small Mexican place. Two tacos and a large Coke later, Chloe felt revived and ready to take on another couple hours of shopping.