Page 137 of The Baby Bargain
His lips curl into a half-smile. It's small, but it lights up his deep blue eyes.
His eyes are so beautiful filled with joy. It's a rare look on Chase, historically. Lately—
That's another road I can't travel. But, God, it's good to see him smile. To feel his joy. It bounces around the room. Pours into my heart. Makes my entire body warm.
He takes the groceries, sets the bag on the counter, moves everything into the fridge.
"What if I'm hungry now?" I press my lips together. It's a pathetic protest. Yeah, my stomach is growling. But that's nothing compared to the ache between my legs.
"Still need to fridge the meat." He finishes unpacking. Closes the fridge. Turns to me.
I nodof course. It's all I can think to say. It's all I can think, period.
The way he stares at me, like he wants to consume me, like he's sure I'll obey every single order.
It's hot in here.
It's so fucking hot in here.
He takes a step toward me. Brings his hands to my hips. "You follow orders, princess?" He pulls my body into his.
I look up at him. Get lost in his intense blue eyes. "What if I didn't?"
"I'll have to punish you."
My sex clenches. God, that's so hot.
"Is that what you want, princess?" He brings his hand to my lower back. Slips it under my tank top. Runs it over the waistband of my jeans. "You want me to bend you over my lap and spank you?"
My nod is heavy.
"You want me to tease you until you can't take it anymore?"
"Chase—"
"That a yes?" He presses his palm into my lower back to hold my body against his.
He's hard.
He's already hard.
That feels so good. Why does that feel so fucking good?
"It's not a dare." He brings his other hand to my inner thigh. Runs his fingertips over my jeans, pressing the fabric into my skin. "If you don't like it, I want to know."
I nod.
"But the look in your eyes—" He drags his fingertips higher, higher, higher. Over the seam of my jeans. Over my sex.
Fuck, the friction of the denim.
It's rough and soft at the same time.
I reach for something to grab onto. Get his chest. He's so strong and warm, and the sight of my light hands against his tan, tattooed skin—
My heartbeat picks up.
My breath catches in my throat.
