Page 93 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

Huh. I guess I was so busy trying to ignore Chase that I missed the signs. Probably for the best. If I had noticed her salivating over him, it would have made me green with envy.

“Are you ready to go?” I don’t want to think about Regina anymore.

He leans against the wall. “What’s the rush?”

I shrug, my hands out to my sides. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Starving.” His eyes darken as he straightens.

He stalks toward me.

I take a step back.

He takes another step forward.

I stumble back another step.

I’m against the windows now, my hands pushing against his chest. “You’re gonna smudge the new windows.”

His head lowers and he nips my neck. “Don’t care.”

“Well, maybe I do,” I say, leaning my head to the side so he has better access.

“Mmm… seems like it.” He presses against me, flattening my back to the glass.

His palms move down my sides, his body following their trek. He drops to his knees, running the back of his hand up the inside of my leg. All the way up. My skirt bunches around my hips. The cool air blows through the red lace of my panties. Glad I wore my good underwear.

“What are you doin’?” I push on his shoulders halfheartedly.

“Eating.” He leans in and kisses my clit through the lace.

My muscles seize.

His hands glide along the outside of my panties, sliding them down my legs until they’re gone. I’m vulnerable. Exposed. At his mercy. His tongue meets my core. He’s all warmth and wet and I swear when he licks me from bottom to top and swirls his tongue around, I’m the closest I’ve ever been to heaven.

“I need… I need…”

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmurs. His tongue slides up my slit and hovers. Right next to where I really want him. So close to where I need him.

His nose brushes against me, and he moves it back and forth. “Fuck, you even smell perfect.”

I can’t find my words. I grab the back of his head, my fingers tangling through his hair as I pull him into me. He smirks against my skin, the scruff on his jaw scratching the inside of my thighs. Finally, his tongue goes where I desperately need him. Twirling around my clit.

Yes.

“Oh, God.” My eyes close, lost in the pleasure. He kisses down to my entrance, licking up my arousal.

One of his hands is on my stomach, pressing me firmly into the window. His other hand traces down my side, moving between my legs.

He pulls back. “You taste so fucking good, Goldi. Even better than I remember.” His fingers brush against me—lingering touches that don’t satisfy the ache.

My fingers tighten in his hair. “Chase, please…”

“Please, what?” One finger dips inside, barely. Teasing. Driving me insane. I fist my hair, delirious with want.

“Make me come… I–I need to come.” My body flushes red hot from my words. I’ve never talked dirty before.

Chase’s eyes sizzle and his fingers dive into me, curling in and hitting that spot. He sucks my clit into his mouth. Not licks. Sucks.

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