Page 128 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

“We still can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Celebrate.” His hand travels up my leg.

“I like that idea very much.”

He leans in, parting my lips with his tongue, pushing me back on the couch. His body presses into mine, grinding, his hips hitting just the right spot even through our clothes.

I want him to push harder.

Press deeper.

He licks and sucks his way along my neck, pulling down my shirt and leaving a line of kisses on my collarbone. Every touch makes my body quiver. After everything that’s happened tonight, all I want is this. I want to sink into his touch and forget the world around us.

I grip his hair, pulling his face up to mine. “Take me to bed, Chase. Show me how much you love me.”

His eyes darken, lust rolling off him in waves and crashing into my skin, drowning me in his desire. He backs away, grabbing my hand and moving us down the hall.

Once we’re in his room, he spins me around, his arms wrapping around my waist. We strip each other’s clothes until we’re bare. His hand touches the center of my chest, his palm resting against my speeding heart. He pushes slightly, the back of my knees buckling against the bed frame until I fall onto the mattress. His body follows mine, every inch of his chiseled body pressed against me.

I feel needy.

Desperate.

His touch slides down my arm and he picks up my hand, bringing it to his mouth. He kisses each fingertip. Slowly, lovingly.

His mouth meets mine again, his tongue plunging, tasting, licking. My fingers tangle with his as he raises my arms above my head. His length is pressed against my center and it pulses on top of me, making the ache between my legs unbearable. He slides deep inside me in one solid thrust. His eyes burn so deep into mine, I swear our souls can touch.

My fingers tighten around his as he pulls back out, then goes deep. Over and over. The friction between our bodies creates a buzz of energy that crackles and pops, weaving its way around us and infusing every pore with the way we’re loving each other.

I could stay like this forever.

My hips rise to meet his, grinding my clit against his pubic bone on each pass. I’m delirious with pleasure, every nerve ending firing off tingles that shoot through my veins. He lets go of one of my hands, slipping down my body until he fits it around the curve of my ass, bringing me into him further, wrapping my leg around his waist.

He hits deeper this way. He plunges in, his hips speeding up.

If he keeps doin’ that…

My orgasm races through my body like wildfire, touching every part of me. I clench around him, my body spasming.

“Fuck, Goldi.”

He moves faster, slamming inside me with sharp thrusts, chasing his own high. My ears are ringing and my body feels fuzzy as I admire him. I run my fingers along the lines of his face, every dip and curve of his high cheekbones and his sharp jaw. Down the crease between his eyes. Over that scar in his eyebrow, the one I’ve wanted to trace since the moment we met.

His body shivers. “Tell me you love me, Goldi.”

I lean up as far as I can, whispering it against his skin. “I love you.”

His body jerks, his rhythm faltering. I say it again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Fuck.” His thrusts turn erratic, his need trumping his skill, and I squeeze around him, trying to bring him over the edge.

His mouth parts, his eyes roll back and he lets out the sexiest groan, his muscles flexing against me. He pulses deep inside me as he explodes. I moan at the feeling.

He collapses, and I can feel his heartbeat against my chest.

Soft kisses press into the crook of my neck. “How you feeling, Goldi?”

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