Page 18 of Kiss & Collide
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Violet watched from the entryway to her apartment building as Chase nimbly parallel parked his vintage Austin-Healey across the street. It was a beater, with faded paint and rust spots, but undeniably a great car underneath all that. Like Chase himself, she supposed.
He obviously knew how to handle a car, but it was hot just the same. And so was he, as he unfolded his long, fit body from inside the small car.
Sleeping with him would only complicate things if it mattered. This was simple and straightforward. They both knew what they wanted, and more importantly, what theydidn’twant. The last thing Chase Navarro would ever ask her for was a commitment.
Chase joined her on the sidewalk, looking up at the two-story building behind her. “This your place?”
“Upstairs.”
She let them in and led the way up the narrow staircase to her flat.
“Just you in here?”
“Solicitors’ offices below. Just me up here.”
“I suppose I should have asked this sooner but … you live alone?”
She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Is that your way of asking if some burly boyfriend is going to come storming in to pummel you?”
“I can hold my own, but I’d rather not. Besides”—he shrugged—“I only have a few rules and that’s one of them.”
Funny, that was one of her only rules, too. No poaching other people’s partners, not even if it was just for sex. “No,” she finally said. “No boyfriend.Absolutelynot.”
As she paused on the landing to retrieve her keys, Chase stepped up behind her, settling his hands on her hips. He dipped his head and nipped at the side of her neck. Her body flushed warm with anticipation. Yep, this was definitely going to be fun.
“Why not?” he asked, pressing the length of his body against her back. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her ass.
She turned slightly, peering up at him. “Chase,” she said.
“Mhmm?” His eyes dropped from her eyes to her mouth, drinking her in. It sent a thrill through her.
“We’re not sharing.” She fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door.
“Works for me.” He walked her across the threshold as his hands slid around and up under her jacket, cupping her breasts through that hot as fuck bustier.
“This thing has been driving me crazy all day.” He kicked the door closed behind him.
She pressed her ass against his hips. “Good.” She wriggled out of her jacket and he helped peel it down her arms, tossing it off to the side.
“Bedroom?” he muttered against her ear as one of his hands slid down over her stomach and began working at the button ofher trousers. “Or should I just bend you over that nice sofa and fuck you there?”
“Sofa is closer.”
“Close is good.”
She stepped out of her heels as they staggered toward it. He slid her trousers over her hips and she shimmied them down to her ankles before stepping out of those, too.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, pressing himself again against her now-bare ass. She liked that he told her how much he wanted her. It felt delicious. They reached the couch, a long blood-red leather thing that had just been delivered, the first proper piece of furniture she’d ever bought. This seemed an auspicious way to christen it. Her hands slammed down on the back of it, fingers digging into the supple leather. Behind her, Chase briskly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans.
His wallet hit the couch in front of her and she heard the condom package rip open. She looked back over her shoulder just in time to watch him roll it on, because what a sight that was. His dick was very, very pretty.
“Ready?” He laid a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her forward. Two fingers reached between her thighs, sweeping her thong to one side. She moaned. Those same two fingers slid up inside her. “That’s a yes,” he ground out when he discovered how wet she was.
His fingers disappeared and then he filled her, suddenly, with one powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” she murmured, gripping the back of the couch.
