“And it’s fine. It’s in a box.” He steps back and takes me in like a fine piece of art. “My lord, you’re beautiful.”
The compliment makes me self-conscious. I cross my arms over my stomach—or try to. Instead, he grabs each wrist and pulls my arms back.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says. “Why would you do that?”
I shrug.
He drops my arms but gives me a warning look not to move. Then he makes a show out of looking at me inch by torturous inch.
“Smooth skin,” he says. “Big, heavy tits. Curved hips. Nice, round ass. Thick thighs.”
I half laugh. “Careful with your adjectives, buddy.”
He lifts a brow. “Megan, your body is a fucking wonderland. Look at what it does to me.” He nods toward his groin, and I see him getting hard again.
Wow.
“When I look at you, I want to mark you all over,” he says. “Suck those big titties. Grip those hips. Smack that ass. Get between those fucking thighs.”
Oh. My.
“Lie on the ottoman,” he says, the tone no-nonsense.
I walk backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the furniture. Then I sit.
“Lie. Down,” he says.
I scoot on my behind until I can lie flat.
He growls. “Knees up and spread your legs.”
My chest pulls tight.
“Now,” he says.
I pull my knees up and then let my legs fall to the sides.
“Thatta girl,” he says, dropping to his knees.
He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to the edge. When I look down, his face is framed by my knees.
“Let’s see if you’re ready.” He smirks as he drags a finger through my slit. I shake, and my legs tremble at the simplest of touches. “I’d say you’re wet enough.”
“You think?”
He pops his finger in his mouth, sucking off my juices, and then pulls it out.
“I’m going to need more than that.” My clit throbs with each heartbeat. “I didn’t torture you.”
He settles in, his mouth hovering over my soaked opening. “I’m not going to torture you either.”
One hand goes on each thigh, and he spreads me wider. The air hitting my wetness, his hands on my skin, and his breath against my pulsing mound are almost too much.
And when his face buries against my swollen flesh,it is too much.
“Chase!”
I buck against him as he licks and sucks, lapping my desire like he’s dying for it. One hand holds my hips in place. The other presses circles and applies pressure to my nub.
