Page 55 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

Chase gazes down at me, eyes hooded with desire. “How does it feel?”

I swivel my hips again and little jolts of pleasure zip through me. “Good, it feels good.”

He rolls his hips and that pleasure sparks.

“Oh God, do that again,” I moan.

“Like this?” He repeats the action.

My nails dig into his shoulders and I shift under him. “Yes. Again. Please.”

This time he pulls out a bit and pushes back in. There’s a moment of discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure. He starts a gentle rhythm, eyes never leaving mine, hand on my face, body close, arms caging me protectively.

I don’t expect an orgasm. Not the first time. But he carefully hooks my leg under his arm and it changes the angle. His pelvis rubs against my sensitive clit with every gentle thrust. Sensation expands, flowing through my veins, turning into a storm in my belly. It takes over and I fall and fly.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Chase grinds out. “Look at me, Cammie. Let me see you.”

I pry my eyes open and it feels like I’m inside him just likehe’s inside me. The orgasm is incredible. The most amazing cacophony of sensation and emotions merging.

Chase’s brow furrows and his mouth drops open. His hips jerk and he thrusts hard once, twice, a third time. Every muscle locks and his expression is sheer, unbridled euphoria.

He collapses, sweaty and panting, then rolls to the side so he doesn’t crush me. He holds me tight and cups my head in his palm, kissing me softly.

“Hi.” He brushes my hair away from my face.

“Hi.”

“How you doing?”

I grin. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Just good? I thought maybe you came?” He looks so hopeful.

“I did come. And I’m great. At first it was…different, and then it was so, so good. I’d definitely do it again,” I assure him.

His answering smile is radiant. “Okay, good. I’m glad.”

“Was it good for you?” My gaze drops to his throat.

He tips my chin up. “It was amazing. You’re amazing.” He kisses me softly.

We lie there for another minute, just kissing and touching before he carefully eases out. There’s no blood, but I’m definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow. Not in a bad way, though.

Chase rolls off the bed and grabs his joggers from the floor.

For a moment I’m horrified.

Until he grabs my keycard from my desk. “I’m going to get you a warm damp cloth. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the hall.

I lie there trying to decide if I feel different. Maybe a little. Now I know what all the fuss is about, and I have some actual experience to go with the sexy stuff I write and have only imagined before now.

Chase returns a minute later with a warm damp washcloth. He carefully wipes between my legs and presses a soft kiss to my pussy before he grabs his T-shirt from the floor and pulls it overmy head. And then he snuggles me to sleep. It’s freaking incredible.

In the morning, he kisses me goodbye before he leaves for practice. On my desk is a cafeteria cup filled with wildflowers, a blueberry muffin, and a coffee.

I’m definitely falling for Chase.

And I definitely want to have sex again. Just as soon as my vagina stops having a pulse of its own.

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