Page 82 of When the Fake Snow Falls

He does, and as soon as our eyes meet, I slowly run my tongue over the bead of moisture at his tip. His eyes flutter shut, and he curses under his breath, but when he looks at me again, there’s a fresh wave of need behind those eyes. “Go ahead, beautiful. Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”

It feels like my entire body purrs at those words, and I do as he says. I take him in, and when it feels like there’s nowhere else for him to go, I take him in more. I work my tongue around him and let my hand wrap around his base. He hits the back of my throat, and I love the feeling of being gagged by him.

He takes in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Candace. That’s . . .fuck.” His breathing turns uneven as I work my mouth up and down his shaft again and again, sucking him in deeper each time. “If you . . .” He grips the sheets. “Shit.If you keep . . . I’ll come.”

My movements slow, but I don’t stop. I’m not done with himyet. I savor him, taking him in over and over again.

He sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ.”

With one last slow suck, I ease him from my mouth and crawl up the length of his body. What I feel for him goesbeyond desire or lust, or any of the things I’ve felt with men before. When it comes to Chase, my body physicallyneedshim.

He kisses my mouth. “You,” he practically growls. “Beat all my expectations.” He kisses me again, pulling me flush against him by my hips. “Every damn time.”

I gasp at the feeling of him, raw and real against me. I’m slick for him, desperate for him to fill me. “Condom,” I breathe.

Chase nods as he reaches into the nightstand drawer next to us. He expertly opens the foil and rolls it on in a matter of seconds, and I gently push myself up to let him. As soon as he’s done, I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, putting his thick head at my entrance.

Chase’s eyes darken, and his hands guide my hips again. This time, easing me onto him. I stretch around the size of his hard length, my eyes squeezing shut once it feels like he couldn’t possibly hit deeper. There’s still more of him, though. And he continues to slowly guide my hips as he says, “Good girl. Take all of me. I want you to feel me long after tonight.”

A whimper leaves me, and I take a steadying breath once he’s fully inside before slowly rolling my hips. I curse under my breath, my hands bracing on his chest. With every rock, he meets my movement, and I didn’t know it was possible for him to feel this good. I didn’t know it was possible forsexto feel this good. I’m so deliciously full, and with each movement, Chase pulls me against him so he can hit deeper. My head falls back, and I chase the feeling with every . . . steady . . . thrust.

“Damn, Candace, seeing you in that dress tonight—” He squeezes his eyes shut and hisses as I rock down on him. “Shit.” When his eyes open, there’s a fire behind his gaze, and his grip tightens on my hips. “I never would have believed you could look more gorgeous than you did tonight.” His next thrust is a little deeper. “But seeing you with my cock inside you—youfucking own me,” he growls, thrusting harder and making me cry out.

I whimper, my breathing hard. I’m so close, and when Chase sits up so he can hold me with one arm while his thumb works on my most sensitive spot, my mouth is frantic on his. The way he kisses me back lets me know he’s feeling everything I am, and when our lips break apart, we’re both panting.

I increase my pace, fueling the fire he’s ignited in my core. Chase holds me tighter as he fucks me from below. With labored breaths, he nips at my jaw. “You think you can come for me again, beautiful?”

A nod is all I can manage because my body is already inching closer to the edge. I’m so tightly wound, and every clench around him brings a satisfying wave of pleasure through me.

He groans. His hand grips the back of my neck as he thrusts, and my eyes flutter shut. All I’m aware of is how good he feels inside me, and when he growls, “I’m going to fucking lose it when I feel you come,” my body trembles. His thumb increases the pressure on my clit. “That’s it. Let me make a mess of you.”

I shatter. I implode. I bite. I claw. I cry out. I’ve never felt an orgasm so intense. And the feeling of Chase’s own release as he stiffens beneath me is better than I could have imagined. He stays buried deep as he pours into the condom, and I pulse around him.

As soon as he lies back, I collapse onto him, gasping for breath.

Well, he succeeded. If there’s anything Chase is good at, it’s making an absolute fucking mess of me.

thirty-eight

We must have fallenasleep at some point because when I wake up, the room is still dark. I reach for my phone on the bedside table to find it’s only a little after one in the morning. The sight of Chase sprawled out on his stomach with the lines of his muscular back and shoulders visible in the dark has my chest aching.

I care so deeply for this man I didn’t even know existed less than a month ago. In a matter of weeks, he’s managed to sneak his way into my life and completely turn it upside down. He’s become an unmistakable force, and I don’t know how deep this goes for him. I know he feelssomethingfor me, but I can’t shake the fear that he made this fake from the start for a reason.

I stare up at the ceiling and let out a slow breath. I shouldn’t have crossed that line, but at the same time, I don’t regret it. How could I regret sex like that? And that was with me mostly in control. I can’t imagine what sleeping with him would be like when he’s the one who calls the shots. Glancing at him again, I swallow at the thought.

I should go. It’s still early enough. Miles wouldn’t question me walking through the door before two, but he’ll have plentyof questions if he wakes up and I’m still not home. I try to move as slowly as I can, my arm gently pulling the blanket back, so I can slink out of bed and leave without him noticing. Finding my dress might be a little challenging, but I think he threw it somewhere near his dresser.

I sit up on the edge of the bed and try to locate my one skimpy piece of clothing in the dark.

“Candace,” a sleepy Chase murmurs behind me.

I close my eyes, disappointed I woke him, and look over my shoulder. “Yes?”

He reaches for me, his hand landing on my hip, and his thumb brushing across my lower back. “Stay. I’ll take you home in the morning. Let me wake up next to you . . . just once.”

Just once.

I close my eyes and drop my head. How can I say no to that? How can I say no when a huge part of me doesn’t want to leave at all. “Okay.” I breathe out the word without a fight, even though his last two words cut into me deeper than any of the others.

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