Page 121 of The Chase

His seductive gaze drops to my chest. I’m still sporting the dress I wore to campus today, and its high neckline and long sleeves don’t offer much in terms of cleavage. But Fitz is ogling me as if I’m completely topless. “I don’t know… Yours are pretty big.”

“I’m a C cup. That’s average.”

“That is not average.”

“Mmm-hmmm, and you know the universal boob size average because…? You personally polled every woman in the world?”

“No, but there’s this thing on the Internet, Summer. It’s called porn. Have you heard of it?”

My laughter can’t be contained this time. I have so much fun with this guy, it’s unreal.

“I’m so turned on right now,” he adds. “Just so you know.”

“Because of my cartoon lady’s bigger-than-average boobs?”

“No, because you’re an artist. You literally just became a hundred times hotter to me.”

Rolling my eyes, I gather my stuff and get to my feet. “I’m going to put all this back in my room. You said you wanted to watch something on Netflix—are we still doing that?”

“Like hell we are.”

The growly timbre stops me from taking another step. When I notice his expression, a shiver rolls through me.

He’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal.

“You’re smoldering,” I inform him.

Fitz walks over and takes my school stuff from my hands. Without a word, he sets the entire pile on the bed. Then he returns.

He’s unzipping his pants as he walks.

My breath gets stuck in my throat. Oh my God.

Saliva floods my mouth. He’s got a rocket in there. I want it. To my dismay, he simply reaches a hand inside his undone pants and does some rearranging, tucking his hard-on under the waistband of his boxers.

My jaw opens. “Are you kidding me? You unzipped your pants just to hide your sweet penis from me?”

He chokes out a laugh. “My sweet penis can wait a few minutes.”

“Wait for what—”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish. A loud moan slips out, which he swallows with his soft, hungry lips. “Quiet,” he murmurs, even as his tongue scrapes over mine in a dirty, dirty kiss. “Mike’s downstairs. And my door isn’t locked.”

“Should we lock it—”

He cuts me off with another kiss. I guess he’s confident in our roommate honoring the privacy code.

With his lips glued to mine, he nudges me backward. My butt bumps into his desk, and a pair of earphones crash to the floor. Fitz ignores that and slips one hand underneath my dress. I shiver when his fingers graze my inner thigh. His knuckles briefly rub my damp panties, and then he moves the fabric to the side and the pad of his thumb presses on my clit.

The air leaks out of my lungs in a squeaky rush.

“Feel good?” he whispers in my ear.

“What do you think?”

He smiles, and it’s filthy and adorable at the same time. His hand glides over me. The heel of it now tends to my swollen clit while his middle finger teases my opening. Every nerve ending in my body crackles to life. I never, ever want this to stop.

Fitz bends and kisses the column of my throat. I’m sure he can feel my pulse throbbing there. His mouth is hot on my neck when his finger slips inside. He doesn’t go too deep. Instead, he curls it and rubs a sweet spot inside me.

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