Page 94 of How to Get Even

The elevator arrived at the floor and he followed her out, closely, as if just the heat from her body was enough to sustain him. She reached the door as he lost himself in the curve of her neck. She waited as he remembered himself and passed the key over the lock. Bella pushed open the door and crossed the threshold.

He held himself back by the doorframe, casting a quick glance at the spacious room that had a small living area over by the window on the opposite side of the room to the bed and the open-plan shower and en suite. Jesus, the things he wanted to do in that shower. With her.

He’d read too much of that damn book. It had made him debauched.

Bella reached the middle of the room and turned to face him and dropped a match to every single coherent thing in his mind, when she politely asked, ‘Would you like to come in?’

More than fucking anything.

He nodded, slowly, surely, and came into the room, closing the door behind him without taking his eyes from her. Some of the hysteria had burned from the edge of his need, like alcohol fumes into the air, but in its place, mindlessness had become conviction.

Heneededher.

He crossed the room, her hungry gaze on his every move, making him feel powerful, making him feel wanted, making him surer of this than he had been of anything else he’d ever done. He didn’t stop to give her space, he got right in there, scooping her up into him, against him, needing to feel her around him.

He went to kiss her, and the leash of restraint yanked him back barely an inch from her lips.

‘You deserve words and poetry,’ he admitted, knowing he wouldn’t be capable of pretty words right now.

‘I don’t want words and poetry,’ she said, her breath coming in short pants, her eyes alive with the same need he felt. ‘I just want you.’

Christ, he was lost.

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The words were barely out of her mouth, when Chase’s lips found hers. She opened for him, wanton and wanting, delighting in the way his tongue filled her, sought her, found her.That’swhat it felt like. As if she’d been found, after wandering lost for years. Seen after being overlooked.

His hands were everywhere: lifting her up, holding her as she wrapped her legs around him, one fisted the skirts of her dress, the scrape of his knuckles against her thigh sending shivers across her body.

Bella pulled at him and pressed against him, against the hardness she felt at her core, the feeling releasing a moan she hadn’t realised she was fighting. She’dneverfelt like this before, and she was half terrified that even skin to skin wouldn’t be enough. What she wanted from him felt endless. Unstoppable,insatiable.

He could kiss her for an eternity and she’d never grow bored. Each second felt like a revelation, a new learning, a new feeling. His finger teased the hemline of her panties, and she ached for him. Her breasts strained against the neckline of her dress, and she cried out when he grabbed her ass. The only thing stopping her from begging for more, was his mouth on hers.

Chase was entirely different to anyone she’d been with before. He took, filled, consumed, but nothing that cost her. He made her feel powerful. He took only what she would give and she would give him everything if he asked. She knew it with the kind of startling clarity that stole her breath.

He pulled back, concern in his gaze as he asked her, ‘What’s wrong? Did I?—’

Bella shook her head, unnerved by the fact he’d sensed the turn of her thoughts, and pulled him back into a kiss that made them both forget. She pulled at his shirt, tugging it loose with clumsy fingers and tried to free buttons, as Chase simply reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing one breast. He wrenched his mouth from hers and pressed open-mouthed kisses to that breast, igniting a line of fire from there to her core, stealing her breath and making her wet. Her heart pounded and her skin felt electrified as she shifted in his hold.

When he stared moving, she thought he’d take her to the bed, but instead, he stalked backwards to the large armless chair that faced the room. He sat down with her still wrapped around him.

‘I want to see you like this,’ he said, looking up at her.

Her hair fell like curtains about them and he reached up with one hand to fist it before his wicked tongue teased the nipple of her exposed breast. Unable to help herself she ground down against the hard length of him between her legs and moaned as he growled against her skin.

He drew the rest of her dress down and palmed one breast as he sucked on the other and she feltravished. He feasted on her and she loved it. He was skating the edge of control, they both were, and instead of wanting to run it made her want to rush headlong into it for more.

She teased herself again and again against him. Chase’s hands flew to her hips and he thrust beneath her, letting her know how affected he was, letting her know what was to come. Her pulse thundered in her ears and throbbed beneath her skin as she bowed her head to kiss him and groaned as he thrust against her.

His hands slipped beneath the skirts of her dress, and clutched her ass and thighs, thumbs creeping towards the seam of her panties.

‘Christ, Bella.’

His words fell against her lips, and she knew he’d discovered how wet she was for him.

Need hung in the thick air between them.

‘We can still stop here, Bella. If you want,’ he offered, his hands on her skin, burning brands she’d feel for days.

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