Page 18 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
“This might sound crazy, but I do feel totally safe with you, Chase.” Looking away, I blow out a laughing breath. “Boy, this is embarrassing.”
The wordblushingdoesn’t even begin to describe what is happening to my face.
“What, sweetheart?” He gently brushes my hair back, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Talk to me.”
“I just feel so wild and not at all like myself right now. But all I can say is, please.” I finish with a whisper and don’t even know what I’m begging for, but apparently he does because he opens his mouth against the place below my ear and I almost scream.
Which he loves. He chuckles. Dark and husky. It curls my toes.
Then Chase does something new. It’s like he wraps around me, his arms sliding below me, cradling my torso, cupping my head in his hands as he kisses my neck, rocks his hard abs against my quivering stomach.
Wow.
He feels really good. The weight of him pressing me deep into the lush couch cushions is delicious. Completely, he surrounds me with warmth and protection.
“There’s my girl, right where she belongs.”
I’m so overwhelmed for a few seconds, I wonder if my heart is going to give out.
“You were made for me,” he professes, inhaling in my hair, finding my ear for a sexy brush of his scruff as he hums.
“I…I love the way you feel,” I admit, my throat clogged with desire so powerful, I’m winded.
I didn’t even know my body could feel like this.
But Chase shifts, pulls back abruptly. Staring down at me. Something powerful moves behind his amber-colored eyes. “That makes me so fucking happy, Celeste.”
Now my heart isn’t giving out, it’s galloping happily. I’m on a cardiac see-saw, it seems.
My lips tremble and open. An invitation, and he sweeps in. Hard. A growl against my mouth.
TEN
Chase
I only know how to do things one way. My world is a realm of precision, tactical strikes.
So when the chance comes to take Celeste, I’m on it. Fucking on it.
My lips find home against hers as our breath pants out against each other. I thought I’d go slow, but I don’t. Can’t.
I take the kiss to XXX in less than two seconds, fucking my tongue into her hot little mouth as I grasp her throat gently with one hand and her ass roughly with the other.
She’s soft and sweet, and so damned perfect.
Licking against one another, we both groan into the kiss. She tastes like innocence, feels like surrender.
And I fall head over heels like there’s no goddamned tomorrow.
Our hands start to roam, and I break the kiss, chest pumping, body shuddering when her slender fingers find my abs beneath my shirt.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m a loaded gun right now. Careful.”
She holds my gaze. “I feel like living dangerously tonight, Chase.”
I almost shoot off like a rocket. “You’re fucking killing me.” Diving down, I steal another kiss as I press my hand over hers, moving that curious touch down to my dick. “Feel that beast, that’s for you and you only.”
“I love that,” she whispers against my mouth as I flex my abs, grinding my feral cock between us.
