The kiss starts tentative. A soft brush of lips.
Then it deepens, slow and certain, like both of us have been waiting all day for this. His hand slides to my cheek, thumb tracing my jaw. Mine finds the back of his neck.
The world narrows to warmth, to breath, to the taste of wine and spices lingers.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Are you sure about this?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
We’re naked in minutes, but it feels like too much time.
My body is aching for this, aching for him. When his bare chests rubs against my breasts, it’s like the first time I tried creme brûlée.
Decadent.
Delicious.
Dangerous.
It’s as if everything that has passed between us—the bickering, the teasing, the coming to like each other—has all been foreplay leading to this.
And I can’t wait another moment to feel him inside of me.
Eyeing me hungrily, Chase pulls me to the sofa in his living room. Once I’m seated, he pushes me down so I am flat on my back. I push up on my elbows in time to watch him kneel between my legs.
His dark eyes meet my gaze as he scrapes the stubble of his day-old beard along my inner thigh. My fingers dig into the bedspread.
He lifts his head again. “I want to hear you scream. Don’t be shy about telling me what you like.”
I nod in agreement.
He gives me a hot, opened-mouthed kiss on my navel in approval. His tongue trails a path down around my bush, leaving goosebumps and tingles in its wake. He presses slow, wet kissesalong my thigh. One of his long fingers parts my pussy to find my clit.
His thumb moves around it slowly, sending an instant jolt of pleasure through me.
I cry out.
“Do you like that?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“How about this?”
Continuing to move his thumb around my nub, he slides a finger inside of me.
I let out another sound, one I’ve never made before.
He chuckles. “I will take that as a ‘yes, please, keep doing that.’”
“Yes, please.” I swallow another gasp. “Keep doing that.”
Then I come completely undone as his mouth replaces his thumb.
“Mmm,” he hums against me. “You’re fucking delicious.”
The pleasure builds and grows inside of me as he slides a finger inside of me. I gasp, gripping the comforter, holding on for dear life, as I go over the edge and the orgasm radiates through me.
I call out his name and he stays with me, prolonging the pleasure.
