Chapter 7

The sleek black town car purred through the empty Seattle streets, its tinted windows hiding the passionate embrace inside.

Chloe straddled Hendrix’s lap, her fingers tangled in his hair as his hands roamed up her back under her dress. Their kisses were hungry, devouring, making up for years of secret longing.

“I was trying to be good at dinner,” Hendrix murmured against her lips before claiming them again. His touch sent shivers down her spine, warmth pooling low in her belly.

She rocked her hips, grinding into his, and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. “What’s the matter, Hendrix? Can’t handle a little friction?”

His eyes darkened, gaze dropping to her mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me, Chloe.”

The ache between her legs intensified at his words. How many times had she dreamed of reducing the always composed Hendrix to a state of raw desire? Now here they were, in the back of his town car, bodies and hearts tangled together with no intention of stopping.

Chloe caught his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently. “Why don’t you show me then?”

Hendrix’s control snapped. He crushed her mouth under his, kissing her with a ferocity that stole her breath. She met him stroke for stroke, heat building inside her like a wildfire.

Chloe slid her hands beneath Hendrix’s shirt, splaying her fingers over his abdomen. His muscles jumped under her touch, a groan rumbling in his chest.

She smiled against his lips. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” he muttered, nipping at her jaw. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into her hips as he ground against her.

A moan escaped her, the friction hitting just the right spot. Her nails raked over his shoulders and she pulled back to look at him, taking in his kiss-swollen lips and hooded eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, voice rough.

She brushed a thumb over his cheekbone, heart clenching at the tenderness she found there. “I just never thought we’d end up here.”

Hendrix turned his head to press a kiss to her palm. “I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember. You’re it for me, Chloe, always have been.”

Joy and desire rose in equal measure, filling her until she thought she might burst. Chloe cradled his face in her hands, kissing him soft and slow. She poured all the love she’d kept hidden for so long into that kiss, and by the time she pulled away, there were tears stinging her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Hendrix smiled, brushing away the tears that escaped down her cheeks. “Right back at ya, babe.”

Chloe moaned into Hendrix’s mouth as his hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hips. She ground down against the hard length, straining against his slacks, desire coiling hot and insistent in her belly.

His lips left hers to trail down her neck, nipping and sucking in a way that made her toes curl. “You feel so good,” he rasped against her skin. “Wanted this for so long, Chlo.”

She whimpered in response, too far gone for words. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as he lavished attention on the sensitive spot below her ear.

Hendrix’s hands slid under her dress, calloused palms skimming up her back. Chloe arched into the touch with a gasp, craving more of his skin against hers.

“Off,” she ordered, tugging at his shirt. He obeyed without complaint, leaning back just enough for her to rip the material over his head.

Chloe took a moment to admire the sight before her, all hard muscle and tanned skin. She splayed her hands over his chest, exploring the dips and grooves that had featured in more than one fantasy.

A low sound rumbled in Hendrix’s chest as she brushed over his nipples. His eyes smoldered into hers, lips curving in a sinful smile. “Your turn.”

Heat flooded her cheeks even as desire coiled tighter inside her. Chloe grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it off in one smooth motion, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Hendrix’s gaze darkened further with lust, hands coming up to cup her breasts through the lace of her bra. “Gorgeous,” he breathed, thumbs stroking over the stiff peaks straining against the fabric. “So beautiful, Chlo.”

She flushed at the praise, arousal swirling dizzyingly under her skin. Chloe rocked her hips down against him again, chasing the friction and pressure that had been building between her legs. A groan slipped past her lips as he kneaded her breasts, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

“Please,” she gasped, not sure what exactly she was begging for. She only knew that she needed more of his hands, his mouth, all of him. “Hendrix, please.”

Chloe barely registered the town car slowing to a stop outside a sprawling mansion, too consumed with desire and the addictive slide of Hendrix’s lips against her own. His hands gripped her waist, tugging her more firmly into his lap as the vehicle idled.

“Inside,” he growled against her mouth. “Now.”

She couldn’t agree more. Chloe clambered off of him on shaky legs, pulling on her dress and grabbing her purse before following him out of the car. Hendrix caught her wrist on the walk up to the front entrance, spinning her into his arms.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said hoarsely, gaze smoldering. “The way you say my name, the sounds you make...”

Heat flushed her cheeks at the memory of her wanton moans. “I seem to recall you enjoying it,” she retorted, a spark of mischief lighting in her eyes.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Minx.” Hendrix swooped down, claiming her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. “Just for that, I’m going to make you scream my name all night long.”

Arousal coiled hot and heavy in her belly at the promise in his words. Chloe nipped his lower lip, desire burning in her veins. “I’d like to see you try.”

With a growl, Hendrix crushed her against him and devoured her mouth. She melted into his embrace, kissing him back with abandon, and twining her arms around his neck. They stumbled through the front door in a tangle of lips and limbs, kicking it shut behind them as clothes started coming off in a flurry of movement.

Chloe broke away for a single breath, gazing up at Hendrix through half-lidded eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust, chest heaving as he stared at her with raw hunger.

Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

She led him up the stairs by the hand, their remaining clothes dropping onto each step along the way. By the time they reached his bedroom, they were both naked as the day they were born.

Chloe pushed Hendrix onto the bed and straddled his hips, grinding against his hard length. A strangled groan escaped him as his hands slid up her thighs to grip her waist.

“So wet for me already,” he rasped, calloused fingers dipping between her folds. She shuddered at the sensation, inner walls clenching around nothing.

“And you’re so hard,” she purred, rolling her hips to stroke him. Hendrix threw his head back with a groan, fingers tightening on her waist. “I need you inside me. Now.”

With a snarl, Hendrix flipped them over and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. Chloe cried out as he filled her, the delicious stretch and burn setting her nerves aflame.

He started moving, slow and deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on as the pleasure built inside her. Their harsh breaths and the slap of skin were the only sounds in the room apart from their moans.

“Harder,” she gasped, nails digging into his back. Hendrix obeyed, snapping his hips against hers. The new angle had him hitting just the right spot, and it wasn’t long before her climax crashed over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

“That’s it, come for me,” he groaned, chasing his own release. A few more rough thrusts and he followed after her with a shout, spilling hot inside her.

Breathless and sated, they simply clung to each other as their heartbeats slowed. No more words were necessary in this perfect moment. They had shared something truly special tonight, and Chloe knew with startling clarity that this was only the beginning.

Hendrix rolled off her with a sigh, pulling her close against his side. Chloe nestled into him, tracing idle patterns on his chest as they basked in the afterglow.

A comfortable silence fell over them, broken only by the occasional soft kiss. Chloe felt warm and relaxed, a delicious heaviness settling into her limbs.

She smiled as Hendrix ran his fingers through her hair, his other arm wrapped securely around her. “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Tonight was perfect.”

Chloe tilted her head up to meet his gaze, struck by the open adoration she found there. “It really was.”

Neither of them wanted this night to end, but eventually exhaustion crept in. Their kisses grew slower and lazier until Chloe stifled a yawn against his chest.

Hendrix chuckled, giving her a squeeze. “Time for bed, I think.”

She made a noise of protest but allowed him to tuck her in, sliding under the covers beside her. Chloe curled into his warmth with a contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy.

“Goodnight, Chloe,” he whispered, brushing a soft kiss over her lips.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep in the safety of his arms. The last thing she was aware of was Hendrix pulling her closer, his steady heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful slumber.