Page 64 of Drawn To You (Paloma's Edge 1)

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Chase’s guestroom was dark when I went inside. When I found the night table, Chase’s phone’s screen’s light went on. My gaze snagged on his massive body on that bed.

“Babe, is that you?” he asked, the words carrying in the room despite how he gentled his voice. It was crazy how just hearing him made me feverish, and I was practically always chilly. Once Brianna had said Chase’s name, I’d tried to stop thinking about how sinfully perfect his body was when he’d undressed in front of me in the bathroom and I’d washed him.

I shook my head at myself, taking off my sandals. I lay on the bed with him. “It’s me.”

He slanted his body. His hazel eyes were all I needed to see in the pitch darkness of the windowless room. “I’ve forgotten how your lips feel,” he told me.

“Then it’s my job to remind you.” I pinched his chin a little and he smirked. I titled my head, my mouth meeting his firm and soft lips. At some point, I had gripped onto his short hair. My body cleaved to his until all I could register was the pulse of his cock against my navel. Deepening our kiss, he stroked my tongue as his breathing increased and his groin twitched against me in stronger invitation that I couldn’t ignore. A pained expression flickered across his face.

Chase cupped the back of my head, the pressure of his nails sending a sharp sting of desire flowing from my nipples to my core. He groaned and I found myself getting more excited by the sound. Pulling in a breath, he jerked his head back a little, our chests apart, but our legs were locked together. “Chase,” I whispered. “Let me take care of you a little for a change.”

“Babe.” He swallowed roughly, a sheet of perspiration on his face as he warred with himself. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

As his eyes fell closed, I tugged at his waistband and undid the tie, and the crotch of his shorts opened. His cock jutted out, his veins straining. Before I wrapped my hand around his length, I reached for the nightlight and he emitted a long and heavy sound.

“Where’s your lube?” I asked. I felt like I was in need of oxygen by asking him, but I wasn’t some passive participant who didn’t want this as much as he did. I wanted to please him however I could, at his pace.

“Under the bed,” he gritted out and I moved fast to get the bottle. When I had it, I placed it between my thighs. Coughing, Chase settled his hand on my neck. “Go ahead.”

With his eyes barely open, the anxiety in his face was replaced with an aroused calm that I hadn’t seen in his gaze, or in his face since we’d really gotten physical. I brought my hand to his fit stomach, running it on the little trace of hair below his belly button. When I took him in my hands again, he was solid. I lightly stroked his cheeks with my hand, knowing his was drawn up tight. Any pressure that was too forceful or too fast and he’d come fast. And he deserved the same diligence from me that he’d given me. I circled my thumb on the swollen head of his penis and spread the drops of pre-cum from shaft to tip. He took the lubricant bottle from between my thighs, and when I met his gaze, he had already poured some on my hands. I rubbed him at a snail’s pace, watching as his face tensed from my stimulation on his sensitized skin.

“Fuck.” His voice came out thick and he pulled in a heavy breath, “Babe, that feels good.”

“Is this how you like it?” I gave him a quick squeeze and ran the tips of my nails on his sac. Back bowed, sweat ran down his neck and chest. I proceeded to stroke his shaft up and down and swirled my thumb and index finger around his head repeatedly. When he was almost too close, I decelerated.

Chase answered me by pulling my neck so that we kissed. At first it was gentle. And then he pinched my nipples. The shock to my body made my lips part and he skillfully flirted his tongue with mine. I pushed his chest away as he twitched in my hand, needing my undivided attention. His cock swelled up more in my hand, his balls even heavier under the clutch of my other hand. The muscles in his face and body strained as I pumped him faster and faster. My heart pounded in my chest as he spurted in thick streams over my hands and on my shorts.

I slid my top off, wiping off my hands, and pulled my shorts down and slid underneath the thin covers.

Chase pressed me down with his chest and laid his head between my breasts.

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Chase

Beth brushed her fingers over my chest. We’d been awake for about an hour and a half, but we had enjoyed the silence. I hadn’t had such a good sleep like I had last night in months. Beth had, hands down, given me the best hand job I’d ever had. As she faced me, her rosy nipples tightened. The flush that she’d had last night was returning full force.

A furrow lined Beth’s eyebrows and I could see the wheels turning in her head. Frowning, she covered her mouth and got up, but I held her arm and she lay back down beside me. “My breath is fierce is in the morning.” It sounded like she’d knocked back a few drinks the night before and just woke up, but I knew differently. She was still incredibly sexy.

Beth moved closer to me, the tips of our noses rubbing each other’s. “You brushed your teeth already, didn’t you?” She crossed her arms, pushing those tits farther up. It was like she was asking me to suck on those nipples. I felt her raise my chin up with her tiny hand. I chuckled a little and gave her a nod.

“Your breath is fine,” I assured. “What’s on your mind?”

She stroked my jaw and then my scar, but her eyes were trained on me. “I was thinking about where you’re from,” she replied. “I don’t think you’re from any part of Florida.”

“And why’s that?”

“I don’t know. My first impression, I guess.”

“I am from Vermont,” I said. “My family still lives there.”

Her face brightened at the mention of my family. “Have you visited them? Have they come here to see you?”

“No and no.” I laughed. “We don’t speak.”

“Oh, okay,” she murmured. “Do you have any siblings?”

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