Page 37 of Buried Beneath Sin

I don’t manage to stifle my scoff completely, and I flush when Chase looks up at me in surprise.

“There’s no need for flattery,” I muttered, looking away from him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Chase’s mouth twitches upward and the skin around his eyes crinkles, but I catch the subtle twitch of his brows and slight tilt of his head as he stares at me for just a little too long. Maybe I should’ve had a drink back at the bar. Then I wouldn’t have noticed and I wouldn’t be feeling so awkward now. Nervously, I clasp my hands in front of me.

Chase straightens from his crouch slowly. The way he seems to extend up toward the ceiling with controlled movement reminds me of a predator stretching before they go for a hunt. He takes a step closer to me until we’re nearly chest to chest. This close, I realize he has to be at least six and a half feet tall. At five, five I suddenly feel very dwarfed. The size difference is forgotten, however, as I suddenly catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s subtle, which is why I haven’t noticed it before now. The scent coils around me, making my mouth water. It’s unexpectedly sweet, not overtly so but enough that I notice it’s a fruity type of sweet. It’s layered with notes of sandalwood and leather. I shiver. His proximity, his smell, his stunningly striking features as he stares down at me… It’s almost too much. A girl like me doesn’t end up with guys like Chase. Not in my reality, at least. That last thought causes my gaze to cast downward.

Carefully, Chase reaches out. His fingers slip beneath my chin to tilt my head up.

“Yes, you are here, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “You’re all mine.”

The ‘mine’ is a bit much, but my toes are curling at the possessiveness, and my heart flutters all the same. Holding my gaze, Chase lowers his head. My breath gets trapped in my throat. Is he going to kiss me? I want to squeal as much as I wantto pause this moment and go freshen up. Before I can decide on a course of action, a thudding on the wall between rooms starts up. It’s followed by a heavy moan and wild gasps of delight.

Chase and I both start in surprise. As he turns to glare over his shoulder at the adjoining door, I ask, “Is that locked?”

He moves away from me to check. When he’s done fiddling with the lock, he replies,“It is now.”

The moaning grows louder but it’s cut off on a whimper. Chase shakes his head and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Paper-thin walls… not great during times like these,” he mutters, turning to face me.

I can’t help it, I grin. Butterflies take flight in my stomach and my heart races a little too quickly for comfort as I boldly offer, “I think it sets the mood just right. What do you say we show them how it’s really done?”

Chase’s answering grin is swoon worthy. “I suppose we could give it a go, eh?”

My purse drops to the worn carpet floor beside his shoes, and I shrug out of my jacket. Reaching for the buttons on the front of my blouse, I return his smile.

“Then what are we waiting for?” My question isn’t spoken with a seductive husk or with a coy smile. I don’t know how to be that type of woman. I’m genuinely curious how we start this.

Chase closes the distance between us. Knocking my hands away, he nimbly tackles unbuttoning my blouse. At the same time, he leans down and kisses me. Nerves and awkwardness disappear as heat flares through my body to burn them away. A shiver of excitement shoots through the center of my chest and tingles between my legs. Chase slides my blouse off my shoulders. When my arms are free, I grab a handful of his shirt with both hands and pull him closer, kissing him like he’s my lifeline.

His hands drop to my waist. Somehow, without looking, he finds the zipper to my skirt and tugs on it. The material puddles at my feet a moment later. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. I sigh as our tongues collide. When Chase’s hands grip my hips, my body instinctively moves to help him. My legs come up as he lifts me and I wrap them around his waist to lock myself against this handsome stranger. Without breaking our kiss, Chase carries me over to the bed.

Together, we fall onto the mattress.

It’s not a particularly soft landing, but that thought is pushed to the side as Chase deftly removes my bra then begins to tweak my nipples. I groan loudly both with delight and surprise. My nipples perk up painfully tight as he pinches and rolls them. My chest arches upward. Around his waist, my legs tighten so that I can grind my core against the hard bulge of his erection.

Suddenly, he tweaks my right nipple hard. I cry out in surprise. Chase pulls away from my mouth to chuckle.

“Gotta let them hear you,” he teases as he skims his lips down my neck and over a collarbone before closing them around the abused bud.

My core clenches as his tongue swirls around my nipple. The sensation is divine. “Oh!”

“Hm… You seem to like this.” Chase’s musing is spokenatmy breast since he barely draws away to speak. His hot breath is at odds with the cooling saliva around my nipple.

I swallow as he turns his attention to the other nipple. “It’s not bad.”

Chase scoffs loudly as he takes both breasts into his hands and kneads them. “Not bad? I can do better than not bad.”

His mouth latches around my other nipple and he sucks hard. I squeal in delight as he chases the suck with the curl of his tongue.

“Ok, yeah I do like…oh!” My cry of delight is loud as he pinches and rolls one nipple while he sucks the other hard again.

On the other side of the wall, my cry is mimicked, followed by muffled… begging? I can’t be certain, but I’m almost positive the erotic noises may be heightening my own arousal.

“I’m not impartial to the pretty sounds you make, Beatrix,” Chase says, almost thoughtfully. “I wonder what other ones I can elicit from you?”

He might as well be speaking a foreign language. “W-what?”

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