Page 65 of Mine Forever
“Just sex. For the last time. Works for me.”
The words barely pass his lips before he crushes his mouth to mine in a soul-searing kiss.
His lips are soft, full, and coaxing. He consumes me, drinks me in, pulls me under until I can barely stand on my own.
He bands an arm around my waist and pulls me up against him, his cock hard and insistent against my belly.
I need to feel him inside me, the weight of his body on me.
As much as my toys are good to get me off, there’s no substitute for a hot, hard man.
Especially when the man is Chase Hanover.
Without breaking the kiss, he moves us over to one of the weight benches where one section of it is lifted into an inclinedposition. “Sit down,” he murmurs against my lips. “And lean back.”
His commands are hot as hell, and I follow his instructions eagerly.
Our eyes lock as he kneels in front of me, spreading my legs apart.
His wide palms run up my thighs and under the legs of my shorts until his fingers reach the edge of my panties.
With his fingertips, he rubs along the edge, teasing me next to where I want those fingers the most.
Back and forth, his finger runs along the elastic edge before hooking the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down my legs.
I’m bare and wide open to him, and he stares down at me, his gaze so intense that shyness reaches out and tries to take hold of me.
But the hungry look in his eyes gives me the confidence to keep my legs open so he can see my most intimate place.
He licks his lips and smiles up at me. “Hmmm…your pussy is even better than I remembered. Eden, how is it fair that you’ve only gotten more beautiful over the years?”
I gulp air, trying like hell to keep breathing so I don’t pass out and fall onto the floor.
Chase has done little more than caress my thighs and take off my shorts and yet I’m breathing as though I’ve run a marathon.
All twenty-six miles of it in record time.
My hands grip the edge of the bench, and I fight the urge to squirm.
He runs a fingertip through my wetness, brushing my clit with his knuckle.
My hips jerk up when he makes a second pass over that super sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it? I can tell by how wet you are.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He pushes one finger into me slowly a couple of times before adding another one and crooking them, hitting that all important spot deep inside me.
“Oh God.”
I bite my lip hard and buck my hips up, wanting more.
And he knows it.
“You want more, don’t you?” he asks with a dark chuckle, adding another finger, his gravelly whisper raking over my skin.
“Yessss.”
