She was pulled from her explorations by a sudden awareness that as her fingers had been dancing over Chase’s skin, his hands and his lips had moved from her neck down her shoulders and to the top swell of her breasts. When he dragged his hands down her side to the bottom of her tank top and slowly began to inch it up her stomach, Reagan panicked.
She sat up and pushed him away. As she scooted back on the couch, putting distance between them, she felt her heart pounding. She looked at Chase and took in the concerned and confused look to his face.
“What’s wrong, Red?”
“Nothing. I just…” Reagan paused. How could she tell this perfect man her insecurities?He wants me. I know he does,she tried to rationalize with herself. Chase had never given her any indication that he didn’t like her body. Quite the opposite in fact. So why, now that the moment had come, was she terrified of what he might think of her without clothes on?
Chase was still looking at her worriedly, so she knew she had to say something.
“Look at yourself, Chase. You’re this beautiful, sinfully sexy man. Tattoos, piercings, muscles, you’re basically every woman’s fantasy.” She paused and felt the warmth of a blush come across her cheeks. “I’m just worried you won’t like what you see. I can’t compete with perfect.”
Chase’s grey eyes softened with understanding. Then, as he slowly slid across the couch and lifted one of her legs to pull her effortlessly into his lap, that soft gaze turned molten with heat.
“Listen to me, Red. This is not a competition. But even if it were, you would win every goddamn time. I know I’m going to like what I see because I already do.” He pulled her in tighter, close enough that she could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans. “Feel that? That is me being insanely attracted to you, to your softness and your curves. Fuck, woman, you turn me on every time I so much as think about you. So, trust me when I say that being here with you, getting to see you and touch you, is an honor and without a doubt the sexiest thing I have ever and will ever get to do. Please don’t ever doubt that.”
Reagan was speechless. All she could do was stare at Chase and see the truth of his words shining in his gaze. Slowly, his hands made their way back to the bottom of her shirt. He tilted his head at her, asking without words how she felt. Emboldened by what he’d said, Reagan nodded. The answering fire in his expression sent liquid heat straight to her center, which still rested on top of his legs. When he pulled off her shirt, revealing the lace bra she had on underneath, she heard Chase swear under his breath before he thrust his hands into her hair and pulled her in to plunder her mouth.
* * *
Chase hadn’t thought it was possible for his cock to get any harder. That is, until he saw Reagan straddling his legs, without her top on. That creamy skin, those voluptuous breasts, all on display covered in the sexiest pale blue lace he had ever seen.
“You… Are… Fucking… Stunning…” he ground out between kisses. Slowly he moved his hands down her arms, watching closely to make sure she was still okay with what was happening. He hadn’t realized just how deep her insecurities ran. She always seemed so confident and sexy. He ached knowing she’d doubted his attraction to her curves. Chase had never judged a woman’s beauty by her shape, but with Reagan her soft, feminine body did things to him, aroused him, in a way he had never experienced before.
His hands reached her waist and he slid them around to her back. As his hands explored her body, his lips continued to travel downward. When Reagan thrust her breasts toward his mouth, he took the invitation and flicked his tongue over her lace-covered nipple. Her answering moan kept him going and as his hands roamed down to her ass, he grabbed her hips and pulled her in close, grinding his cock into her core. Even through two layers of denim he could feel her heat.
“Chase,” she gasped. “I want you to touch me.”
He growled in response, then swiftly lifted his hands to the strap of her bra. He flicked the clasp open, slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. His hands cupped her breasts and he bent forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. He took his time playing with her breasts, listening to her soft moans and sighs to gauge what turned her on the most. When Reagan leaned back to place her hands on his thighs, she pushed her chest upward and let her head fall back. She looked like a goddess on display for him to worship.
Chase let his hands trail down her stomach to the top button of her jeans. His lips never lost contact with her breasts as he kissed and sucked his way from one to the other. Deftly, he undid the button and zipper of her jeans and slid his hand inside to cup her scorching hot center. She cried out his name when his fingers grazed her sex.
“Look at me, Red,” he ground out. He needed the connection of her eyes on his.
She looked at him, but didn’t say a word in response. Instead, she stood up, tugged off her jeans, then stunned him when she dropped down to her knees and put her hands on his thighs. As she looked up at him, a sensuous gleam in her eyes, she bit her lip then leaned down to kiss his torso. When she sucked his nipple piercing into her mouth, Chase’s head dropped back with a groan.
“God, Reagan, what are you doing to me?”
“Hopefully making you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“Nothing could ever feel as good as this.”
She grinned at him, a wicked, sexy grin. “Just wait.” Then before he realized what was happening, she had unzipped his jeans, reached inside, and had her hand wrapped around his cock. He let her work him up and down for a minute, relishing the gentle squeeze of her hand at the base of his cock and the smooth slide of her fingers up to the tip. He knew he had to reclaim control before he went off like a teenage boy unable to wait for the best part. Chase bent down and put his hands under Reagan’s arms, to lift her easily back into his lap. With his pants undone, and her naked except for a scrap of lace between her legs, her wet heat was right there, pressed against him. So close. But he had so much more he wanted to do to her, and the couch was not going to work.
In one swift movement, Chase stood up with Reagan in his arms. She squeaked in surprise and tightened her legs around his waist.Feels just as good as I thought it would…he thought detachedly.
“Chase, what are you doing? You can’t carry me!”
“Pretty sure I already am, babe,” he growled as he carried her down the short hall. He found her bedroom easily and strode inside before gently laying her down on the bed. She looked at him with a mixture of arousal and wonder. The heat and vulnerability in her eyes were both so intense he was taken aback for a moment. But the next second, he was consumed with lust when Reagan lifted her hips and wriggled out of her panties. She lay there, a red-haired, creamy skinned fantasy, against the pale lavender sheets.
Chase stood and looked at her in awe. This stunning woman was his for the taking. And take her, he would. He made quick work of removing his own pants, enjoying the flare of arousal he saw on Reagan’s face when she saw he was commando underneath his jeans. His cock jutted out from his body, long and impossibly hard. He climbed over her on the bed and stretched out beside her. With one hand he traced a line from between her breasts down to the juncture of her thighs, where a patch of trimmed hair covered what he was desperate to taste. He reared up over her and kissed her firmly. As he plundered her mouth, Chase let one finger slowly slide over her swollen lower lips and began to tease her clit. When she moaned into his kiss, he slid that finger in and out of her tight heat, working her until she began to writhe beneath his touch. When he could wait no longer, Chase gave Reagan a sultry smirk and then slid his body down the bed until he rested between her thighs. He pressed open mouthed kisses along her legs, loving her shiver in response. With one hand he pressed her hips open, with the other he returned to his slow thrusts in and out of her molten center. Slowly, testing all of his restraint, he lowered his mouth to her sex.
“Fuck, you smell sweet. Like candy and sunshine.”
Reagan gasped at the first touch of his tongue. He wanted to draw out her sensation, so instead of diving in like he wanted to, Chase teased her by licking and nipping a trail around her mound, circling but never landing on her clit.
“Chase…Please… I need you to…” Her voice was breathy, each word almost a moan. Chase needed to hear her talk dirty to him, desperately.
“What do you need, Red? Tell me, babe.”
