Page 95 of How to Get Even

His eyes were deep dark bitter swirls shining near gold when he looked at her. Bella knew that this was crazy. For so many reasons, she could hardly count. They should absolutely be stopping here. They could still walk it back. But the way her heart ached at the thought of it…

Bella shook her head, her eyes on his, knowing that the seriousness she felt was etched across her features.

‘I don’t want to stop.’

‘What do you want?’ he asked.

Everything.

Whether she answered out loud, or whether he read it in her eyes, Chase wrapped an arm around her and met her in a kiss, chest to chest, core to core, tongue to tongue.

He yanked her thong, the thin silk snapping and Bella cried out when his fingers slipped into her, teasing and touching and pressing. He drew her to her knees and told her to stay there, while he worked his trousers and briefs down and off his legs, bringing her back down while she tried to release the zip of her dress.

‘Wait,’ he commanded and her fingers stopped. ‘I want to be the one to take it off you,’ he confessed, his eyes on her body as if he were waiting for secrets to be revealed. Her hands dropped to her sides and she watched his careful study of her with fascination.

He released the zip and gathered the dress in his hands, lifting it over her head and casting it aside. He looked over her entire body, frantically almost. As if he were worried she’d disappear. But then she became distracted by his body, the dark swirls of hair across his chest she remembered from his apartment. His body, lean, strong, not bulky, with muscles from the gym, and doing things to her she’d never experienced before. Her skin felt too small, as if she’d jump right out of it if he touched her.

His lip quirked into a smirk and she looked up to find him staring back at her, his eyebrow raised. ‘Like what you see?’ he teased.

She nodded, biting her lip, and his eyes burned.

‘You look truly debauched, Bella Carmichael. It suits you,’ he said, pulling her down to him and Bella felt as if he’d told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He reached for the wallet he’d put on the table by the lamp and retrieved a small foil packet and tore the corner with his teeth. She shifted back as he rolled the condom onto his length, her fingers itching to take him in her own hand. But when she looked back at Chase, theintentin his gaze burned not from frantic, drastic need but relentless want.

With one hand he lifted her gently onto her knees, positioning himself beneath her, his gaze never leaving hers. She felt watched, observed. Seen. His thumb circled her entrance, teasing her, leaving her wanting, until one finger, then two, thrust into her and she cried out. Her legs trembled as she held herself there, wanting to push down on his hand, pulse racing as he filled her with fingers that were just a taste of what was to come. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted it all. As if reading her body, he gripped his cock with the same hand he’d brought her to near orgasm with, and teased her entrance with the tip. Every pulse point in her body throbbed with anticipation.

Until finally, he allowed her to lower herself onto him slowly, in control of the way he stretched her muscles, sinking around him to take him in.Allof him. Her head dropped to meet his, their foreheads pressed together in a shared pleasure that words couldn’t capture, until finally she whispered, ‘Fuck,’ and she felt his smile against her lips.

‘I love it when you talk dirty, Carmichael.’

She smiled as he pulled her down around his length even more and he groaned while she sank into the feeling of completeness. It was as if she’d found something in herself that she hadn’t known she was missing and she never wanted to move ever again. Until Chase anchored her against him and rolled his hips.

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Bella cried into his mouth and he’d never heard anything more incredible. It had been a while since he’d last slept with anyone, but he knew, instinctively and instantly that this was different. It was some alchemical reaction bonding them together even if he was resistant to it.

Dragging his mouth from hers, he looked up, her hair having fallen around them, golden strands encasing them, his eyes fastened on her, unable to look away. His gaze devoured her, every nip she made on her lip, every moan that fell from her mouth, the way that her eyes closed as if trying to hide her pleasure from him, but was utterly unable to.

The way she felt around him, the way she felt above him, he worshipped her with his hands and mouth, the taste of her indelible on his tongue. Every nuance, every moment was different, a cacophony of moments of her that he wanted to capture on canvas, in paint, pen, pencil, charcoal, anything he could get his hands on.

And then he felt her begin to tighten around him and all coherent thought fled. They became pure sensation, as he lifted her ever so slightly, allowing him to thrust into her in chaotic pumps that took them close to the edge of something as inescapable and inevitable as it was incredible.

Her moans of pleasure filled his ears and his groans became growls as he pushed them both to the brink. Sweat-soaked skin slapped against sweat-soaked skin and when Bella thrust out her hand against the window behind them, holding herself in place above him just where she wanted him, just where he hit that spot, it shoved them into the path of an oncoming orgasm that crashed over them in a wave that washedeverythingaway.

‘That was…’ she tried, her voice harsh from her cries. ‘That was…’ she tried and failed again.

‘I don’t know what that was,’ he whispered, his own throat dry, ‘but I want to do it again.’ His heart turned when she laughed. He pulled back so that he could see her and kiss her and simply explore her. His cock pulsed from that simple contact and he knew they couldn’t stay like that for much longer.

‘I’m going to have to move you.’

Bella shook her head and he felt his own reluctance.

‘I know, but I need to deal with the condom,’ he said, pressing a kiss to her lips. He reached for the throw on the sofa and pulled it across her, before heading to the bathroom.

He disposed of the condom, washed his hands, and looked at himself in the mirror. What they’d shared… it wasn’t just something that could be one night. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew it made him worried. Worried about her. Worried about what it meant for him. She wasn’t someone he could see himself walking away from.

Bella knocked on the open door, something like nervousness in her gaze. And he understood it. Christ, he felt it himself. But instead of facing it, he leaned into the shower stall and turned on the hot spray of water, pulling her gently with him to stand beneath it.

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