It took some serious effort to park properly the second time around. I was so distracted that I had to reverse and straighten out my truck three times to get within the lines—and this was coming from someone whose livelihood literally depended on good aim and depth perception. But I figured there was a decent chance I was staying longer than the hour we'd said, so I took the time to get it right because I didn't want to get ticketed or towed.

Bolting back inside, I ignored Jillian and Amelia's poisonous glares and resisted the urge to flip them off as I sprinted upstairs. Award-winning self-restraint, in my opinion. Serious personal growth on my part.

When I walked into her room, Bailey was sitting cross-legged on her white comforter, long blonde hair hanging in a curtain as she glanced at her phone. And my desire went into overdrive.

"Hey, beautiful." I shut the door to her bedroom behind me, quickly securing the lock and double-checking it for good measure.

She looked up from the screen, locking it and setting it aside on the nightstand. "Hi." Her lips curved into a small smile as her doe-shaped eyes raked over my body, expression a mixture of affection and lust.

I loved the way she looked at me.

"Just FYI," I said, sitting down on the bed beside her, "your roommates are downstairs watching TV with the volume turned up excessively high."

Bailey smirked. "Probably trying to prove they aren't listening."

"Probably. But I think they're protesting a little too much for me to buy it." My gaze traveled around the room, scanning methodically. "Either way, got a speaker? We can throw on some music to muffle your screams."

Her eyes widened and she lowered her voice. "You're teasing me, right? I don't scream in bed...do I?" A pink flush crept across her cheeks.

I grinned, because she was adorable and, well, she kinda did. "You've come pretty close." Pausing, I tried to think. "I feel like there's a good dirty joke in there somewhere. But there isn't enough blood going to my brain right now to connect those dots."

Bailey shook her head and huffed a cute, bashful laugh. Glancing down, she swiped at the iPad beside her, throwing on some random Spotify station without looking twice. Music began to pour out of a purple wireless speaker on her desk beside the bed. The volume wasn't up high, just enough to create some background noise and afford us a little more privacy.

That said, music would only help so much—all teasing aside, she was pretty loud sometimes. But worst case, I could kiss her to muffle some of her cries. Plus, kissing helped put her over the edge when she was close to coming, which was both flattering and hot as hell.

Our eyes locked and the energy shifted, air turning heavy with anticipation. Reaching over, I placed a hand behind her neck and pulled her closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut as our lips came together, mouths exploring each other.

Shifting, I eased her down onto her back beneath me and settled between her legs. I grabbed her hands and threaded her fingers in mine, pinning them down on the bed. She let out a soft sigh, squeezing my hands and kissing me back more deeply.

A rush ran through my entire body, but it was more than physical. Every time we fooled around, I fell a little harder. Having sex with her that meant something was next-level. All the casual hookups and one-night stands could never have prepared me for it.

I broke away from the kiss, catching her eye. "Hey, James? I'll stay over." I pulled one hand free and traced a finger along the side of her neck, down between her breasts over her soft knit sweater. Her gold-flecked eyes studied me, watchful, blonde hair spread out across the pillow beneath her. "I just have to make sure I'm up in time tomorrow morning."

Bailey's brow knit together. "But you don't have any of your stuff."

"I can get up early and swing by home first," I said. "If we're going to have sex, it feels wrong for me to leave after."

Wrong was an understatement. I would feel like an asshole. I think I'd almost rather not fool around at all than do that to her.

"I kind of thought so, too. But I didn't want to seem needy."

There was a tug in my stomach at hearing her say that.

I held her gaze. "I want you to ask for the things you need. Or, you know, demand them." I shrugged. "Because that would be pretty hot." I didn't mind the idea of a little role reversal with her bossing me around once in a while.

She pulled her lush bottom lip between her teeth for a beat, releasing it. "Well, I would like it if you stayed."

"Done." I glanced down at the mattress beneath us, which was significantly smaller than mine. For two tall people, it would be a tight squeeze. "Though your bed is pretty small, so I guess we'll be spooning all night."

And by spooning, I meant she was guaranteed to wake up with me pressing up against her perfect, round ass. But I guess that happened at my place anyway, even with a bigger bed.

"That's okay, I like spooning."

"So do I," I admitted. And I never thought I would be saying that.

I grabbed the hem of my black t-shirt shirt and pulled it off over my head, coming to hover over her again. Her eyelids grew heavy as her soft hands slid along my torso, fingers gripping the muscles. I hung my head and let out a groan, savoring the feeling of her hands on my body. Four days felt like four years.

"Picking up where we left off," I said, glancing back up at her, "I think I was telling you how much I missed you."

"Yeah?" Bailey's lips tugged into a smile. "Tell me more."

"I missed this." Ducking my head, I gently nipped at the top of her neck below her jawline, alternating with soft kisses as I moved down the span of perfect, smooth skin. She let out a hum, running her palms down my back.

"And this," I murmured, inhaling against her skin and savoring the vanilla spice of her perfume, combined with a scent that was just uniquely her. A massive surge of desire hit me, and I was torn between needing her immediately and wanting to take my time. But I was pretty sure she needed me to go slow.

I bracketed her jaw with my hand, gently angling her head so her eyes met mine. "Definitely this." I brought my lips down against hers, pushing into her mouth.

Bailey sighed, dragging her hands up to grip my shoulders and sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. I could kiss her all day, just taking my time, touching her and tasting her. Well, in theory. With the current situation, I'd probably need some release eventually because I was wound pretty tightly after being apart.

Still kissing, still holding her face, I reached underneath her sweater with my other hand, caressing her ribcage to find nothing but a thin tank top over a span of uninterrupted skin—she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck. So hot.

She slid her fingers underneath the waistband of my grey joggers and I helped her drag them down, sliding out of them. I was left in nothing but black boxer briefs. And she had some catching up to do.

Breaking apart from her mouth, I lifted her hips and slowly tugged down her pink and grey pants. I ran my hands along the curves of her thighs, down to her smooth, slender calves. "Missed these legs, too."

Pulling off her pajamas one foot at a time, I glided my palms back up her warm skin. My hands came to rest on her hips, still clad in her little black cotton shorts. Damn. They were they were simple, but sexy as hell. She sat up partway, helping me pull off her grey sweater and tank top over her head. In a flash, she was nearly naked, and I was in heaven.

My hands cupped her full, perky breasts, squeezing. "Can't forget these." She tipped her head back as I brushed my lips along her collarbone, dipping lower to kiss the swell of her breasts.

My fingers traveled down her stomach, dipping below the waistband of her underwear. I moved lower, between her legs where she was soaking wet already. "And you know I missed your pussy."

Bailey drew in a shaky inhale, hips tilting in response to my touch. I kept stroking her and she grabbed me over my underwear, sending another swell of pleasure through my body. She squirmed beneath me, circling her pelvis against my hand. The way she was moving, like she knew exactly what she wanted, made me think her being on top was worth a shot. Maybe.

I grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up off the bed beneath me. "Hang tight, baby." Kissing her again, I placed a hand between her shoulder blades. She giggled against my mouth as I flipped us around in one sweeping movement, putting her on top of me so she was straddling my hips.

"Show off." Bailey arched an eyebrow playfully.

"Maybe a little," I said. "But this is a great view."

James on top of me, topless with nothing but that tiny black underwear. Hair falling around her shoulders, framing her perfect perky tits. Perfection in every way.

She gave me a crooked smile, glancing down at my torso. "I don't know, I think mine's better."

My fingers spanned her waist, pulling her down as I thrust up to meet her. She let out a small whimper and closed her eyes, moving her pelvis, grinding against me in response.

"I missed your sounds, too."

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip. I lifted my hips again and her hands flew to my biceps, digging in with each undulation.

I watched her, mesmerized. "You're so fucking hot."

Her eyes flew open. She looked at me, expression verging on embarrassment. Probably because we were both still partially clothed, dry humping like teenagers. But that's what made it so awesome—I loved getting her going. And considering how things lined up between our bodies, it made sense. The external stimulation was definitely there.

I sat up halfway, wrapping a hand around her neck and pulling down her to me. She leaned over me on her elbows, running a hand through my hair and tugging, kissing me again. We made out some more as she rocked her pelvis, moving against me greedily.

"James." I lifted my hips against her and she let out a breathy whimper. "Is this working for you?"

Her cheeks were pink, eyes glassy as she looked at me. "Maybe."

Man, if only I had the stamina to keep going. I bet I could get her off. But at this rate, we would both be finished before we got all the way undressed. Maybe next time, after I got this out of my system.

"So, is that a yes to you being on top?" I asked.

Bailey froze. "You want me to be on top?"

"Oh yeah." I bit back a grin. "I mean, if you want to."

Honestly, the idea of her riding me was one of the hottest things I could imagine, but I wasn't going to push because I had a feeling she might feel self-conscious about it. And if she was, I wasn't sure I wanted to know the reason why, because it would probably make me even more homicidal towards Morrison.

"Kind of..." Her brow wrinkled.

Yep, I knew what was happening here. I pulled us both to sit upright, placing a hand against her back so that our bodies were pressed up against each other.

"James." Resting my forehead against hers, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Look at me."

She gazed back at me, eyes soft and lips parted. Her breath was a little shallow, either from being turned on or nerves, maybe both. I rubbed my palms up and down her arms, squeezing gently.

"Everything you do feels good to me when we're together," I said. "Don't worry. Like, ever. I just want you."

I mean, for fuck's sake. When was the last time you heard of a guy not getting off with sex? You get her off first doing what works and switch gears at the end if you need to. It's not fucking rocket science.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. Looking away, she paused. Then her eyes snapped back up to mine. "But can you stay sitting up a little like this? So I can reach you better? And kiss you?"

"Of course." I shifted, rearranging the pillows behind me and sitting up against the headboard. "Better?"

Bailey nodded, giving me a small smile. "Yeah."

She crawled off me, sliding off her little black shorts. Then she kneeled beside me, kissing me and tugging at the waistband of my boxer briefs as I pulled them off, tossing them aside.

"Condom?" I reached over to her nightstand.

Bailey climbed back over to straddle my hips, grabbing my shoulders. I supported her waist with one hand, grabbing my shaft with the other. She let out a little moan as she eased down on me, falling still. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it together because she was hot and dripping wet.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Just need a sec. You're...big."

Likely, she was more tense than normal due to nerves about being on top, which didn't help. I ran my hands up and down her back, kissing her shoulder. She slowly began to move, circling her hips and letting out a breathy moan.

"That's it, baby." I pulled her closer against me. "You're so fucking perfect."

Leaning in, she kissed me as she started to move a little faster. "You feel so good," she whimpered.

I groaned. "You have no idea." She felt so fucking good, skin to skin with nothing between us. I was dangerously close to becoming a minute man. As long as I could get her off first, my pride could handle a shorter than usual performance.

"I'm close," she moaned.

"Come, baby."

"Chase."

Somehow, the way she moaned my name took me almost over the edge. My fingers spanned her waist, digging in.

"Oh my god," she cried. "I'm coming."

And that put me over the edge entirely. "Fuck, baby. Me too."

Leaning in, she kissed me as she came apart. I slid a hand up to the nape of her neck, fisting her hair and I lost myself in her, coming right behind her. Pleasure spiked and overflowed as I grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder and thrusting my hips into her. It was so intense that it was like a religious experience.

We both slowed down, kissing softly as the wave faded out.

She leaned her forehead down on my shoulder for a beat, sighing. Then she lifted her chin, looking at me shyly. "Wow."

I kissed her cheek. "Can say that again."

Wrapping my arms around her torso, we stayed still for another moment, hearts thundering and breath slowly returning to normal.

We finally pulled apart, cleaning up quickly. She ran to the bathroom while I threw some clothes back on. I yanked on my pants and paused, trying to process everything but coming up short. All I knew was I was in over my head more than ever before.

Bailey came back, closing the door behind her and getting in bed, under the covers. I slid in beside her, taking her hand in mine.

She yawned, leaning in against my arm. "Oh my gosh, I'm tired."

"Me too." My heart picked up speed, because I felt like there was something I should say but I didn't know how to put it into words.

I woke up with a heavy, muscular arm draped around my waist and a big, warm body pressed up against me.

Oh no. Fumbling for my phone, I frantically checked the time, squinting to read the display. It was almost 6 AM.

I elbowed Chase gently. "Hey."

"Hrmph?" He mumbled sleepily. He squeezed me tighter, nuzzling against my neck before falling quiet again.

I wished neither of us had any responsibilities so I could give in to the cozy lure of going back to sleep with him in my soft, warm bed. It was incredibly tempting. But I knew he had training.

"It's morning," I said, nudging him again. "We must have fallen asleep before I set my alarm. What time was your dryland today, again?" He told me last night, but my brain wasn't exactly functional at that point.

He let out a low groan, rolling into his back. "Uh...it's later than normal. Not until eight. Why, what time is it?"

"Just before six. Is that enough time to go back to sleep if I set my alarm?"

"Probably not." His weight shifted beside me and a broad hand landed on my hip, skimming lower. Soft, warm lips grazed my shoulder. "But it's definitely enough time to do something else."

They're both falling hard!