Page 54 of Love Collided

“Problem?”

“No, just—” I tried to find words, tried to catch my breath, anything as I pushed my fingers into his hair and pulled him back down to me. I could feel him laughing as his tongue began its mind numbing movements.

The foreplay being nonexistent wasn’t exactly all Jesse’s fault. At least, not entirely, because I hated it. He was like a slobbering dog with a new bone and I hated it so much that I turned it down from ever happening again after the first time.

This wasn’t like that. Chase’s mouth was precise and confident. It was pushing me to the edge, and I was happy to fall.

I gripped his hair tighter, and he seemed to understand perfectly. His hand moved faster as his mouth continued until I was seeing stars, the world gone as an orgasm tore through me.

I gasped for a breath as he pulled away, the smile on his face showing just enough in the light that was coming in from the window.

He crawled up my body, kissing my stomach, chest, and lips before collapsing by my side.

I stayed quiet as I panted, coming down off the high of my orgasm as he held me.

“Hey Hellcat,” he said, the word soft against my ear.

“Hmm?”

“I have an addictive personality,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me closer until our lips were a breath apart.

“And?”

“And I think I just found my newest addiction.”

SIXTEEN

SCOUT

I wokeup to Chase’s arm wrapped around me, his head on the pillow next to mine. He hadn’t been lying when he said he would be keeping me warm. I was so comfortable I barely wanted to move. The steady sound of his breath was keeping my own freak out about last night at bay, and I leaned into him, moving closer to take more heat.

For a few minutes, I didn’t care what was going on between us. I loved waking up so warm and comfortable. I wiggled back again, feeling his hard length behind me as I froze.

“You can keep moving your ass around on me or we can put this to use if you’re interested.” His voice was so low and husky, the first words of the morning dragging from him and sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. His hand moved to my side, caressing my hip.

“What do they say about playing with fire?”

“You get burned?” I asked, smiling.

“Exactly, and if you don’t stop playing with my hard dick, you might get fucked.”

“Chase!” I gasped, pushing away, but he wrapped both arms around me, pinning me hard against his chest as he laughed. “You can’t threaten me like that.”

“And you can’t endlessly tease me and think there wouldn’t be consequences,” he said, laughing as he kissed my head. “Pick a safe word because if you continue this, I promise you will absolutely find out what those consequences are.”

“A safe word? Isn’t that usually a whips and chains thing?”

He kissed my neck, his lips lingering there. “I’m not really a whips and chains type, but I am suddenly even harder at the thought of you tied to my bed with your ass up in the air.”

I hid my surprise that he would talk to me like that. Not for how crude it was exactly, but that it was about me. Was I ever the star of someone’s sexual fantasies?

“I meant pick a safe word because I inevitably push boundaries and don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“There are no boundaries to push if none of this leaves this room.”

“That’s not how this is going to work,” he said, and I could hear the smile on his lips. “I thought you understood what I said last night.” His hand trailed down my side, reaching between my legs.

“I currently can’t recall anything you said,” I breathed as his fingers brushed over my clit.

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