Chase is holding a lighter, the tiny fire flickering in the faint breeze.
I gulp now, trying desperately to ignore the way his questing fingers are touching every part of my pussy he can. “What’s that? Worried there’s a lurker out there? I’ll let you know.” Then, because I really am a bitch, I tell him: “You’re not distracting me enough to miss the cramps those fuckers give me when they’re near.”
“Then that means I have to try harder,” Chase retorts right as his middle finger finds the entrance to my pussy. Without any hesitation, he dips it inside of me, and I have to bite my lip not to let him figure out how fucking good that feels.
Doesn’t matter. Heknows.
He chuckles softly. “Besides, the fire isn’t about the lurkers. Nah. I want to seeyou, Holden. When I make you finally lose control, I need to witness it myself so I know I'm not fucking dead or dreaming.”
As close as it is, the flame heats my cheek, but it’s the way Chase’s voice drops to a husky, pleading rasp that lights me up from the inside out.
“What do you say, babe? Just this once, we can bothburn.”
We won’t need fire to do that.
With his hand in my pants, fingers probing my pussy, I pray that I won’t singe my hair as I jerk my head. Pursing my lips, I blow out the flame.
Chase stills.
I grab the edge of his jaw, yanking his mouth to mine again.
He wants to see me lose control? Fuck that. I initiate this kiss the same way that I initiated sex on the living rom couch because, damn it, Ineedcontrol. And Chase? He’ll let me have it.
Once I break the kiss, smug in the knowledge that he might have caught me, he might’ve chased me, but he will always followmylead, I pat his cheek and clench myself around the knuckle he still has lodged inside of me.
He grunts at the sensation, though he doesn’t try to give me any more than he has.
Pity.
Instead, he clicks the wheel of the lighter, bringing the flame back to life.
With a coy smile, I blow it out again.
Then, before he can click the wheel for a third time, I say, “Anyone could see us. Anyone could be out there. Lurkers… rogues… and you have your hands in my panties and a lighter to help them see you’re fingering me. You’re sure that’s smart?”
“I’m sure that, right now, I’m doing exactly what I want to,” growls Chase, and I notice that he’s dropped the hand holding the lighter while using his thumb in my panties to flick my clit. “And if anyone does stumble upon us, I’ll kill them.”
I shake my head. God, I want him to play with me more, but when he announced that he’d become murderous if anyone found us like this… “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I fuckingdo.”
“Chase—”
“We were outnumbered in East Jersey. I had no choice when that bastard was watching. Out in the woods? I’ve got the edge,Holden. Anyone sees you? I mean it. I’ll kill them. That’s what I am now. That’s what the world made me. I’m a killer, and I’ll kill for you. I promise you that.”
Damn it. I don’t know what’s sexier: the way he made his vow, or that he did it while still touching me so possessively.
Both, I decide.Both.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to let him call himself a killer.
“You’re a hunter, Chase.” When he starts to argue with me, I cut him off. “You hunted me down, didn’t you? And now you have me. What was it you said? You get to do whatever you want to me.”
“And now I’m touching you. That’s what I wanted.”
“Is thatallyou want? Because your fingers… uhn… they’re doing afantasticjob, but if you really want to see me fall apart, I know your mouth can do a much better job.”
Once again, I don’t know where the fuck I put my brain. I went along with his insane idea to chase me through the woods, and all it cost me was a little finger action. And instead of letting it end at that, maybe getting a quick orgasm out of it, I’m suggesting that maybe Chase might want to give me oral.
