Page 81 of When the Fake Snow Falls

He moves to kiss my neck, and I say, “You sure know how to flatter your fake girlfriend.” I internally wince as soon as the words leave my lips. Why am I saying the wrong thing? Why can’t I just let him fuck me and deal with the rest of this later? I don’t want to think about how casual or temporary this is for him. I don’t want to think about how this might not last.

Chase moves so he’s hovering over me. All I see is him, and all I feel is his thumb grazing over my nipple through my dress. My back gives a tiny arch in response, and he does it again. Leaning in close, he says in a dangerously smooth voice, “What about this isn’t real to you, beautiful?” He kisses me just below my ear, and I whimper. He presses his hips to mine, so I can feel the bulk of him against me, and my hips roll without warning, my eyes fluttering shut.

My chest rapidly rises and falls, and I’m dazed with lust and heat. Chase drags his thumb over my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, and the sound he pulls from me makes me blush.

The corner of his mouth quirks, and he moves his lips to my ear. “This is real, Candace. But if you need more convincing, throw those pretty legs over my shoulders and let me bury my face between them.”

My only response is to kiss him—hard. I’m desperate for him to touch me, taste me, fuck me. I’m completely at his disposal if it means I get to watch him come undone.

Chase yanks my dress over my head before throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room. Those warm, browneyes take me in shamelessly, but I’m too worked up to wait. I hook my ankle behind the back of his leg and nudge him forward. “I thought you said you wanted to do something,” I say, and my voice comes out breathless.

A slow smile pulls at the corner of his mouth before he lowers it to my breast. “I’ve been thinking about this too long for you to rush me.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, and the feeling of his tongue on my pebbled skin has my head falling back. He swirls and gently bites, and when he’s had his fill, he leaves torturous kisses over my breasts and stomach.

“Chase,” I plead.

His lips pull into a smile against my skin, but he says nothing.

Finally, he moves lower, and my legs fall open. His arms hook underneath my thighs, and in one swift movement, he pulls me to him. When his tongue slowly runs over my center, my hips buck at the contact. He gently sucks on my clit, and my eyes threaten to roll back. How is he so good . . .fuck.Holding me firmly in place, he dips his tongue into me, before dragging over me slow and sweet with a soft groan.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

I whimper and reach for his hair, desperate for him to give me more. When my fingers knot in the strands at the roots, he lets out another groan and presses his mouth against me again. He delivers slow, steady strokes, keeping me on the edge. It’s like he has all the time in the world, and that realization has my legs shaking. As soon as my body starts to tremble, Chase sucks and licks, adding and removing pressure in a way that has me spiraling. My entire body tightens, and my hips squirm because this is too much. This feeling is too strong. His hands grip my legs, forcing pressure where I can’t take it. He ravishes me, and I lose it. My entire body convulses, my toes curl, and I cry out as a blanket of white heat tears through me.

Chase’s tongue slows as he waits for me to come downfrom my high. Once my legs relax and my breathing regulates, he lifts his head and leaves a trail of kisses down my thigh. Sitting up, he wipes his thumb across his bottom lip. “Seeing you come might be more addicting than anything else.”

The corner of my mouth twitches, but I’m not satisfied yet. If anything, I only want him more. Moving to straddle him, he lets me push him down on the bed. I can feel him hard underneath me, but it’s not enough. I need his clothes off.

His hair is a disheveled mess, his pupils are blown, and when his tongue dips over his bottom lip, I clench.

I need his clothes off. Now.

His white dress shirt is unbuttoned to reveal a white undershirt beneath. His black pants and belt are still on, but they look a mess, too.

A mess.

A beautiful fucking mess.

My lips find his neck while my fingers undo his belt. He tilts his head and sucks in a breath when my teeth gently sink into his ear. I work his belt free, my fingers moving to the button of his pants. As soon as his zipper is down, he pulls my mouth to his. The way he kisses me should be enough of an indicator that he’s ready, but that doesn’t stop me from slipping my hand inside to feel his solid length straining against his boxer briefs.

Chase’s head falls back as soon as I touch him. “Fuck, Candace. You don’t know how many times I thought about how it would feel to be touched by you.”

“Same.” The word comes out breathy and full of need because he’s hard, and smooth, and thick in my hand.

As soon as the word leaves my lips, he quickly takes off the rest of his clothes. His dress shirt and undershirt get thrown on the floor along with his pants and belt, and I let my eyes rake over his muscled frame. I want him. I want him more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything.

My mouth works down his chest and abs, and once I pressa kiss to the base of his stomach, I hook my fingers into the band of his briefs and free him of them.

More desire and heat pools between my legs at the sight of him. I could probably look at him like this all day.

He looks at me, but then his head falls back on the pillow like seeing my face hovering so close to his cock is too much.

I kiss his stomach, dangerously close to where the bulk of him lies, and Chase curses under his breath. I love seeing him lose his grip like this.

“Chase.”

“Yes,” he breathes.

“Look at me.”

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