I look up from his large, strong hand, resting on my pale skin, into his eyes. I’m used to his wink, his smirk, his slightly arched brow. Any of those expressions are panty-melting. But now, with no distractions, without the back-and-forth indecision of us, Chase’s eyes are serious. There is a deepness to them he doesn’t usually reveal. Though fully clothed, Chase Moore is stripped bare in this moment. I see his desire, but also his pain. He’s wounded. Like me. And though that shakes me, makes me want to start stacking bricks between us, it also makes me want him more.
He’s so much braver than I am.
“You’re so goddamn perfect. You know that, don’t you?” His voice is soft, hypnotic, floating above the restless noise of the city in the background. “Everything about you, I want.Everything.” His hand on my thigh tightens at that last word, the intensity palpable.
I’m not sure I have it in me to give him everything. But I’ll give him two days.
I continue to strip off my bra, freeing the heavy weight of my breasts from their confinement. I toss the lace aside, never breaking eye contact with Chase. When I touch the waistband of my panties, his hands cover mine. Dropping to his knees, he leans forward, my legs spread farther apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. He gives me one more meaningful look before he dips his head, dragging his nose up my lace-covered center, inhaling deeply.
“Mmmmm… so good,” he murmurs, kissing my clit through my panties once, twice, before finally pulling down the lace barrier.
I lift my hips, helping him, wanting him to devour me. Instead, his eyes lock between my legs. His tongue peeks out between his lips, as if imagining tasting my wetness. My desire. Moments pass and still, he simply looks. Part of me thinks I should be embarrassed by his blatant scrutiny, and yet the larger part of me is more aroused by his interest, his intense focus. I’m about to give in and ask for his mouth when he finally leans forward, letting his tongue caress my sensitive flesh. Bottom to top, circling my clit in one hard, fast movement. He isn’t fooling around. His tongue is firm against me, tasting me.
“Holy…” I lower my back to the bed and close my eyes, allowing him dominance over my body. His hands curl under my thighs then hook over my hipbones, holding me in place while he devours me.
This must be what it’s like to lose your mind. My whole world, every thought and feeling, is centered on Chase’s mouth moving against me. I’m desperate, my skin on fire, my stomach tightening.
He slides a finger in me while sucking on my clit. I’m close, so fucking close. A second finger follows, and he curls them ever so slightly, rubbing on the bundle of nerves there.
In a second, the languid, drugged-out feeling evaporates, and my muscles tighten. “Chase. Oh my God. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” I barely register that my fingers, once fisted in the sheets, are now locked into his hair and I’ve clamped my legs around him in a vise. How he’s able to continue to—
“Fuck!” My back bows and every muscle in my body tenses as the wash of heat courses through my body. “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh my God I’m coming…” My chant goes on and on as does my orgasm. And Chase is there, right there, teasing out the last sensations until my body drops limp and satiated against the sheets.
Slowly, I come back to myself, to the feeling of Chase kissing his way up my body. He’s taking his time—laving my navel, dragging his teeth across my hip, kissing the underside of my breast. My hands find his hair again, tugging gently. He heeds my desire and raises his head to mine. I love his lips. Soft, sensual kisses coated with the tang of my release. My taste on his mouth is sexy and dirty and so right.
My God, sex has never been like this. But then again, it’s never been Chase.
I want more.
“Please.”
I feel his smile against my mouth. “Please what, baby?” His lips trail toward my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“This.” I reach down and grab him roughly through his jeans. His groan vibrates against my ear.
He’s still dressed while I’m naked and desperate.
I pull at his shirt, and he reaches back with one hand and yanks it over his head. Greedily, my hands roam his body. Smooth skin and toned muscles bunch as he shifts over me, the coarse fabric of his jeans finding my sensitive clit, making my back arch off the bed.
“Look at you. So beautiful,” he says as if mesmerized, while once again dropping kisses down my body. He gives my pussy one last, lingering kiss before standing at the foot of the bed and undoing his belt.
He’s insatiable. And for two days, he’smine.
Taking ownership, I push his hands away and finish with his belt, hastily pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He toes off his shoes and steps out of his pants. Sliding off the bed and dropping to my knees, I take him deep. Much deeper than I could in the car.
“Goddamn.” Chase groans, his feet faltering for a moment. He steadies himself as I continue to suck. I suck hard and frantically, wanting to give him something, something even close to what he’s given me in our short time together.
It’s his turn to anchor his hands in my hair as I worship his dick with my mouth, my hands stroking his ass, fondling his balls.
“Fuck, Bell. Wait.” He steps back, and I release him with a pop. “Inside you,” he says, cradling my face.
“Yes. I want that. My God I want that.” I turn and crawl back onto the bed as he goes to the nightstand and gets a condom. I watch him stroke himself once while looking at me before rolling down the latex.
I face away from him on my knees, ass at the edge of the bed where he stands, looking at him over my shoulder. Waiting.
“Jesus, Bell.” His palm glides over my ass. “You’re either going to save me or be the death of me.” Then he steps forward and thrusts inside, hitting my very core. He pounds his huge dick into me, fisting my hair for leverage as we fuck. With each thrust, he burns down my walls until it’s just him and me and this incredible need we have between us.
Just when I feel panic start to rise in my chest, the need to withdraw emotionally and let this be what it needs to be—a good fuck—he reaches around and smacks my clit, sending me over into the most intense orgasm of my life.
