Page 58 of Chasing Forever

His hands skimmed up her back and then cupped her head, and he started massaging her scalp. It felt like when she got her hair washed at the salon, only a million times better.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled against his lips.

He chuckled. “You like that?”

“Um-hmm.”

“Tell me what else you like.”

Her eyes popped open. “Can I write it down instead?”

He burst out laughing. “What?”

“I’m so much better at writing than speaking.”

Removing his hands from her hair, he ran them down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Close your eyes and pretend you’re writing.”

“This is silly.”

“I want to know what makes you feel good, Callie.”

“You. You make me feel good.”

That must have been a good answer, because he moved his hands around to her back and started kissing her again. This time, he pressed soft closed-mouth kisses to the corners of her lips, her chin, and even the tip of her nose. She loved every second of it.

Her body had begun responding to him long before the first kiss, and now she felt damp between her legs. As if he could sense her heightened state, he placed his fingers on the top of her zipper and glanced up at her for permission.

“Yes,” she whispered. One-word sentences, she was capable of—for the moment.

He stopped kissing her and slowly peeled the zipper down, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. As her back was exposed, the cool air brushed over her bare skin and made her squirm. She smiled down at him, wondering what his reaction would be when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked, his voice sounding strained, almost like he was in pain.

With how hard his erection was, she could understand why. Or maybe not, since she wasn’t a man and had no idea how it really felt.

“Do you?”

“Here we go again.”

She laughed.

“Here is fine.” When she started to sit up, he looked confused, but she motioned for him to stay put.

Balancing herself on his hips, she hooked her fingers into the straps of her dress and started pulling them down.

Chase sucked in a ragged breath as she revealed her bare breasts to him. “You didn’t wear a bra,” he stated as if he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

She shook her head, warming under his intense gaze. Her nipples protruded sharply, begging for his touch, and luckily, she didn’t have long to wait.

“Pretty,” he said, cupping her breasts in his hands.

It had been a long time since she’d experienced this, and her desire was so intense she thought she would burst. He plucked her nipples, and she tipped her head back and moaned, louder than she’d intended to.

“I found something else you like,” he said with a sexy grin.

He kept at it, alternating between massaging her breasts with his palms and teasing her nipples. Looking down she realized she was moving against his hips, effectively riding him like a bull.

“You’re so sexy, Callie.”