Page 72 of Kiss & Collide
VIOLET STARTED TOscoff again, her knee-jerk reaction to any human emotion that made her uncomfortable, but Chase cut her off.
“Hey.”
She looked back to him, even though meeting his gaze made her feel horribly exposed.
“I know you pretty well,” he said, rubbing his thumb along the edge of her jaw. “And I like you.”
Goddamn it. Her stupid eyes were burning again. She wouldnotcry. Shenevercried.
“That’s your dick talking.” It came out as a whisper, nowhere near as flippant and confident as she’d have liked.
He cracked a smile, still smoothing his thumbs along her jaw, massaging the nape of her neck with his fingertips. “Sure, my dick likes you. But so do I. Kind of a lot.”
Then he held her face still as he leaned in and kissed her. They’d kissed a lot at this point. He’d explored every inch of her body with his hands and his mouth. But this felt different.This felt tender and sweet and a whole bunch of things they weren’t supposed to be to each other.
When he pulled back, the look in his eyes sent a spear of pure panic through her chest. Before he could give her some sort of declaration she wasn’t ready for, or ask one from her in return, she pressed up on her toes and kissed him back, hard. This one wasn’t tender and sweet. She opened her mouth over his and found his tongue with hers, pulling her body flush against his. Chase hesitated for a beat, then made a low sound of satisfaction in his throat and pulled her in tight against him.
Yes, this was what she wanted. This felt good and right. She pushed against him, keeping her mouth on his, and he stumbled back a few steps until he was in front of the armchair in the corner. She climbed into his lap even as he was sitting down. Her knees slotted in on either side of his hips and his hands landed first on her waist, and then slid down to grip her ass and drag her forward, until her sex was pressed against the fly of his jeans.
She broke the kiss and sat back slightly, keeping her eyes on his. Her hands went to the belt of her robe and tugged at the knot. It came free and she shrugged, sending the silky black fabric slithering down her arms. She was naked underneath it. Chase watched it slide down her body, his eyes hungry, then he reached for it, pulling it completely free and tossing it to the floor.
She reached for his hands and brought them to her bare breasts. The expression in his face shifted, that familiar hunger sparking in his eyes. It made the same hunger spark in her belly, and down lower, between her legs. When he kneaded her breasts and gave each nipple a hard twist just the way he knew she liked it, she sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered closed. He did it again and this time she moaned.
“Tell me you like it, Violet,” he murmured.
“I like it.” Her voice was low and breathy.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she panted as he twisted again. “So much.” She put her hands over his as he kneaded her breasts. “I love it when you do that.”
Maybe she wasn’t ready to bare her heart to him just yet, but this much she could do. She could tell him she wanted him. More importantly, she could show him.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed back. He released her and fell back on the chair, watching her avidly. Then she reached down between them and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. His eyes dropped to watch her hands as she popped each button of the button fly. He was so hard already, the ridge of his cock, covered by the black knit of his boxer briefs, pushing up through the opening.
When she ran the flat of her palm down the length, he sucked in a breath. She ran her hand back up him, and up under the hem of his T-shirt, brushing against the hard ridges of his abdomen. His muscles twitched and flexed under her fingertips. Then she slipped her hand under the waistband of his briefs and down to grasp the warm, silky length of him.
“Violet …” he murmured.
“Shhh.” She stroked him once, then again harder. He shifted in the chair, arching to give her better access. But this wasn’t enough. Or, it wasn’t what she really wanted. She gave him one more tug, pulling him free of his clothes, and then pushed herself off his lap.
His hooded dark eyes stared down at her as she knelt between his feet, stroking his cock with one hand while she tugged his jeans out of the way with the other.
His hand came up to brush against her cheekbone. “Baby …” he moaned. The term of endearment sent a tiny jolt through her body. It was the second time he’d called her that.
“Baby,” he said again, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. “I want to feel your pretty mouth on me.”
Maybe she wasn’t ready to tell him what she was feeling, because she wasn’t sure herself yet, but she could show him. She was good at showing. She leaned in, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Ah …” The sound was wrenched out of him as she slid him farther in, as deep as she could take him. “Fuck, Violet.”
She sucked hard, reveling at the sound he made, at the way his hard body arched up underneath her. His hand tangled into the hair at the back of her head, so gently at first, but gradually tightening into a fist as she worked him with long, slow strokes.
“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
She tightened the hand she had braced on his thigh, to let him know that she wanted him to, and took him as deep as she could again. His hips flexed and a long, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he pressed his head against the back of the chair.
When he’d gone slack underneath her, she let him slide out of her mouth and she sat back, running a finger under her lips to clean up.
