Page 54 of Wild Side
My heart doesn’t just squeeze, it flutters. I am his. For as long as I breathe, I belong to this man—mind, body, and soul.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ZADIE
“You wanted to talk?”I ask.
Lifting my fork to my mouth, I slip the strawberry inside. I almost moan as I chew the sweet berry, the flavor bursting on my taste buds. So damn good. I don’t know if it’s because of the pregnancy, the fact that I’m no longer anxious and nervous, or if it’s because it’s just that good, but everything I’ve eaten this morning has been pure bliss.
“I did want to talk, but watching you enjoy your food is turning me on,” he murmurs.
Swallowing the last strawberry, I lift my gaze to his, my eyes wide. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s talking about, because how can eating be sexy? But then he gives me a wink, and I have to press my thighs together. Now,thatis sexy—the wink.
He doesn’t comment on the fact that I am obviously getting more turned on with each passing moment. Instead, he leans back slightly in his chair, his eyes staying focused on me, and helifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his fingers together in front of his lips.
“Chase?” I ask.
“Fuck it,” he grunts as he stands up.
The move is so quick and forceful that the chair is sent flying backward. He moves the few steps around the table and reaches down, sliding his hands beneath my arms before he picks me up off the chair.
My breath hitches, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He shifts his hands, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the backs of my thighs before he picks me up. Instantly, I wrap my legs around his hips before he hitches me a little higher.
Chase begins to walk, and I expect him to make his way toward the bedroom, but he doesn’t. He turns and moves around the kitchen, setting my ass down on the edge of the counter.
Gripping his shoulders, I look into his eyes, my lips parting as his gaze dances. He watches me for just a split moment, then, before I realize what’s happening, I feel his lips on mine. I gasp, and that gives him all the invitation he needs to slip his tongue inside my mouth.
My tongue meets his, tangling with his instantly. Gripping his biceps, I hold on to him as I moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound before he breaks the kiss. Unfortunately, we both have to breathe, so we can’t keep kissing. But his lips on mine, his tongue anywhere on or inside my body, is perfection.
It’s what I crave.
He is who I crave.
Panting, I dip my chin, watching as he slides his hands up my thighs. His fingers grip me there before he releases me, and they find their way to the waist of my shorts. He runs the back of his hand over my belly before he flicks the button of my shorts open.
Releasing my legs from around his waist, I reach for the hem of my shirt and guide it over my head, tossing it on the counternext to me. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and dropping it on top of my discarded shirt, which causes him to grunt at the sight of my bare breasts.
“We still need to talk,” he murmurs, his gaze focused on his fingers working the zipper of my shorts down, “but I need to feel you more.”
“Please,” I whimper.
I don’t care I’m in this kitchen, where anyone can walk inside and see us. It doesn’t matter that I’m not a waif-thin sex kitten. I don’t care that I’m in this clubhouse. I don’t care about it because he’s here. When it’s him and me, together like this, the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Consequences don’t exist. Nothing does. And that is exactly how we got ourselves in this predicament. But I don’t care. I might care when he’s not here in front of me, but that’s for another day.
When I lift my hips, he slides my shorts and panties off, leaving them somewhere on the floor at his feet and me completely naked. I bite my bottom lip and worry the flesh there as my eyes search his.
Chase gives me a slow grin. “Whatever you ask, honey,” he rasps, as his fingers dance their way across my inner thigh, then two slip inside me. “It’s yours.”
Gripping the edges of the counter, I try to keep from crying out as his fingers begin working me. It won’t take much for me to get there. He’s so damn good, and I’m so damn ready that I know I’ll be coming with just a few strokes of his fingers inside me.
I close my eyes, and my head falls backward between my shoulders as I feel my body heating, warming, climbing. When I feel his thumb on my clit, I know it’s over for me. I’m on the edge of my release, ready to come. I am so close. It feels like it might actually be building up to be too big—like my body might explode into a million little pieces.
But before I find my release, he abruptly pulls his fingers out of me, his thumb away from my clit. I lift my head, and my eyes pop open. A whimper escapes my lips. It’s the only thing that comes out.
Chase chuckles, but thankfully doesn’t make me suffer for long. I watch as he unbuckles then unzips his pants. If I weren’t such a needy mess, I would reach for his pants and shove them down, making the process quicker.
But I can’t even think, let alone move. All I can do is stare, wait, pant, and pray that he moves quickly. He doesn’t, but he makes the wait worth it at the same time. He wraps his hand around his cock and gently strokes himself.
