Page 35 of Just A Little Chase

Right before the song ended, she lifted her head from his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “I’m ready to head back to the inn. How about you?” she asked, her meaning obvious.

“Yes,” he agreed, because he was beyond desperate to be alone with her.

She pulled back just enough for him to see the seductive smile on her lips. “Then what are you waiting for? I believe you promised to dishevel the fuck out of me, and I’m so ready for that.”

He groaned at those filthy, unfiltered words coming from her mouth, completely turned on that she could be so straightforward with him about what she wanted. “So am I,” he growled in a low voice.

She bit her bottom lip, the desire in her eyes unmistakable. “Then take me home and fuck me.”

A surge of lust rippled through him, and much to his relief, moments later the song ended, because he was this close to hoisting her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the venue like an uncivilized caveman. They made the rounds and said their goodbyes, which was the right and appropriate thing to do, but all Chase could think about was getting Lauren naked and burying his cock inside her, as deep as he could get.

The drive back to the inn was short, thank God, but that didn’t stop Lauren from leaning over the console as much as her seat belt would allow so she could slide her hand up his thigh and trail her fingers over the fly of his slacks. She whispered dirty things in his ear that heated his blood, then kissed and licked the side of his neck while palming and stroking his hard-as-a-rock dick through his pants. She was so bold and brazen and shameless, and he fucking loved it.

As they rushed into the inn after that bit of foreplay in the car, Chase was grateful it was late and that Betsy, or anyone else, wasn’t up to watch the way he grabbed Lauren’s hand and impatiently dragged her up the stairs with him. He heard her soft, sultry laughter, but she didn’t lag behind, clearly just as eager for this tryst as he was.

The second they stepped into their room and the door was closed and locked behind them, Lauren reached behind her to unzip her gown, while he toed off his shoes. They’d left the bedside lamp on when they’d left earlier so they’d have some light when they returned, and that’s all the illumination they needed.

When the silky lavender fabric dropped to the floor, she stepped out of the dress and approached him in a sexy-as-fuck lacy bra and matching panties that were a shimmering beige, those crystals heels still on her feet. It was all he could do not to bend her over the bed, strip her underwear to her thighs, and slam into her from behind, taking her right then and there.

She eagerly shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders while he loosened his tie and tossed it aside, the haste to get each other naked a wild and uncontrollable thing. He got rid of his cuff links as she started unfastening his shirt, her movements hurried, but a small sound of frustration escaped her lips when she kept fumbling with a particularly stubborn button.

She glanced up at him, her impatience obvious in her expression. “God, I just want to rip your damn shirt off.”

He found himself grinning as he remembered what she’d told him, how she’d had no urge to tear off her ex’s clothes because of the lack of passion between them. This moment spoke to her unbridled need and the urgency between them, and he wasn’t about to deprive her of something so provocative and sexy.

And fun, he realized. Something he’d never indulged in during sex, but felt so right with this woman who was always so playful and spirited.

He grabbed her fumbling hands and positioned them where the shirt was open right above that stubborn button. “Go ahead and do it,” he urged her huskily. “Rip my shirt open.”

He eyes widened in shock at his command, and then she quickly shook her head, sending her silky hair cascading across her bare shoulders. “I can’t do that! This shirt probably cost a small fortune.”

The garment had been pricey, but he didn’t give a damn. “Yeah, you can,” he said, and curled her fingers around the fabric so that she was now gripping it in her fists. “I want all that passion, baby. Give it to me.”

She bit her bottom lip, and he loved the way her eyes lit up as she gave in to temptation and pulled the sides apart, hard and fast, sending buttons flying in different directions and shredding his shirt apart in less than three seconds.

She laughed in delight as she shoved the shirt off him. “Oh, my God. That was so hot.”

He chuckled, too, as he quickly unbuckled his belt and shucked off his pants and boxer briefs. Once he was naked, she placed her hands on his chest and guided him back a few steps, bypassing the bed and continuing toward the small couch situated in the sitting area a short distance away.

“Sit down while I get a condom,” she ordered.

Her bossy tone amused him, and for now he let her take control. He settled on the sofa, watching as she retrieved a few condoms and came back, tossing them onto the seat beside him. When he reached for one to put it on, she stopped him.

“Not yet,” she said, a wicked gleam in her eye as her gaze lowered to his erect and already aching cock.

He arched a brow and gave an order of his own. “Take off the rest of your lingerie. I want you just as naked as I am.”

“I’m getting there,” she chided playfully, then proceeded to give him a slow, tantalizing strip show.

First, she unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms and drop to the floor at her feet. He stared at those small, firm, perfect breasts, his mouth watering for a taste he knew he’d soon get, before he let his gaze drift lower, to where she was shimmying out of her panties. When they pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, but didn’t proceed to remove her sparkly, crystal heels.

“I love the shoes, so they stay on,” she said, almost impishly.

He raised his eyes back up to her face, enjoying the view along the way. He didn’t argue because after she was done running this particular part of the show, he planned to fuck her with those sexy heels on, with her legs over his shoulders and those spiky heels dragging across his back.

He expected her to climb onto his lap, but instead she lowered to her knees in front of him. She pushed his legs apart and moved in between, her eyes on his stiff cock. The muscles in his abdomen clenched as her palms skimmed up his thighs and she leaned forward, momentarily closing her eyes as she licked a slow, gradual path up the length of his shaft until she reached the tip.

Her tongue flicked over the crown and he groaned, his cock pulsing as she did it again, returning to the base of his erection and teasing him with another leisurely taste. He caught the mischievous smile she was trying to hide, and the next time she licked him like a lollipop and reached the top, he slid a hand into her hair, tightened his fingers around the strands, and took back a semblance of control.

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