Free Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 7: A New Adult Romantic Comedy by Adele Huxley, Savan Robbins Page A

arching into the touch.
    With a deep, rumbling groan, he knelt between my thighs. He placed his mouth over my mound and breathed in deeply, the cold air making me gasp. A rush of hot breath quickly replaced the cold, sending shivers across my skin.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered.
    He pulled my panties to the side and teased my swollen lips with little licks and kisses. Any moment I was sure he was going to pull me to the brink with his tongue, but he continued with the sweet torture until I couldn’t take it anymore.
    I grabbed his hair and moaned, “If you aren’t inside me in ten seconds, I’m going to scream.”
    He chuckled against my thigh but didn’t hesitate. Hooking his thumbs around my waistband, he yanked my panties free, leaving the skirt pooled around my waist.
    Clint stood, unbuckled his jeans, and stepped free. I unashamedly roamed his body with my eyes. Hard muscles, perfectly toned for strength and speed. A few patches of dark hair on his chest and stomach only added to his rugged, manly frame. And when my eyes fell between his legs, I sputtered and coughed.
    “Okay, I’m definitely going to scream when you’re inside me,” I blinked.
    As he settled onto his knees and pulled me to the edge of the seat, he looked ravenous. He hooked a hand around the back of my neck as he teased my wet entrance with the tip of his cock. Our eyes locked. My breathing quickened. With an agonizingly slow pace, he carefully worked his hips until he was buried deep inside me.
    I’m not one for overly romantic exclamations, but the moment we connected like that… I don’t know. I felt complete. It was like I’d been waiting my whole life to feel that filled and joined.
    With his broad hands splayed across my narrow hips, Clint slowly worked up a gentle pace. Every few strokes, his thumb grazed my aching clit. Then every stroke. And with a steady pace, it took no time before I was writhing under his expert touch.
    My hair stuck to my skin with sweat and sounds I’d never made before were flowing from my lips, but I didn’t care. This was the most amazing sex I’d ever had and I was about to explode.
    Without breaking the rhythm, he held my clit between both thumbs and gently coaxed the most incredible orgasm from my body. My fingernails dug into the leather seat above my head as I arched in complete bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, flushing my skin, pulling him deeper.
    When I started to relax, he scooped me from behind, half holding me in his arms as he thrust into me. I clung to his neck, nipples brushing his chest with every bounce. With a hand to the back of my head, he buried his face in my hair and groaned, muscles tensing. My ears were still ringing, but I think he may have whispered my name.
    When his breathing returned to normal, we shifted onto the seat together, laying on our sides. Clint draped his arm over my waist and softly kissed my shoulder and neck.
    “That did go a little faster than I’d hoped,” he whispered.
    “It was my fault. I was pretty… demanding,” I chuckled.
    I rolled over and snuggled into his arms, feeling safe and deliriously happy.
    “You had this planned from the beginning,” I mumbled as I ran my fingers through his chest hair.
    He laughed, the sound vibrating in my ear. “Actually, I’d planned to tease you for the whole flight and hopefully make it to the hotel before we jumped into bed. But all in all, it was pretty perfect.”
    “If it makes you feel any better, we still haven’t technically made it into bed,” I said as I peered up at him.
    He kissed my forehead. “We do have all weekend…”
    “And a few more hours here.” A bubble of excitement made my core clench, so I deflected with a joke. “I promise you, though. If Anette shows up or is involved in anything…”
    “I hear you. Loud and clear,” he smiled, pulling a blanket over my shoulders.

Even though the whole weekend had been one amazing moment followed by another, I kept