“What the fuck is that?” He stumbled back a step, his hands clenched at his sides. His gaze went from molten to murderous in an instant.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to have to explain it. I needed him to justknow.
“Elena, look at me.”
The devastated expression on his handsome face told me he knew. He didn’t need me to explain; he just knew, and I was so goddamn grateful that this mansawme.
“You cannot go back there.” He stated it as if it was a simple fact, but it wasn’t.
“Not right now,” I said. “We can talk about it later, but not right now... right now, I just need you to make mefeel.”
This man.He looked downright tortured, completely unsure of what the right choice was. So I gave him a moment to decide.
He didn’t take long. With a muttered, “Fuck it,” he surged forward and claimed my mouth once more.
It was decadent.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
I hummed in response as his kisses trailed down my neck and his hands roamed my bare skin, careful to avoid my bruised ribs. Each touch sent tingles of electricity through my body, awakening parts of me I thought had died years ago.
I arched into him as his tongue traced my collarbone. “Chase...”
“What do you want, baby?” he breathed against my skin.
“Everything.” My hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his warm skin against mine. “More.”
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my chest where we were pressed together. His fingers traced the edge of my bra, and I shivered.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He pulled back just enoughto meet my gaze, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Let me worship you.”
I nodded, unable to form words as his mouth descended on my breast through the lace of my bra. My fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure coursed through me. His hands slid down to my hips, thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones. “Can I take these off?” He tugged at my scrub pants.
“Please.” The word came out breathy, desperate.
“Never thought I’d hear the day when you begged for me, Sweetness.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly dragged them down my legs, pressing kisses to each new inch of exposed skin. When he reached my knees, he glanced up at me through his lashes.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured against my skin. “About tasting you.”
My whole body trembled with need.
Chase’s mouth blazed a path up my inner thigh, and my fingers curled into his hair. Each press of his lips sent sparks of electricity through my body.
“Fuck, Elena.” His hot breath fanned against my center through the thin lace of my panties. “You’re already so wet for me.”
I whimpered as his tongue traced the edge of the fabric. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact. He gripped my hips and pushed me backward until my back hit the wall. He followed on his knees.
“Please,” I breathed. “I need?—”
“I know, Sweetness. You need more.” His fingers hookedinto the sides of my underwear. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
Chase slowly dragged the lace down my legs, his eyes dark with hunger as he revealed more of me. Once they were off, he pressed open-mouthed kisses back up my thigh.
Chase shifted one of my legs so it was draped over his shoulder. And then, to my utter surprise and amazement, he lifted the other, bracing me against the wall and holding me up by his broad shoulders.
“So fucking perfect.” His tongue flicked out to taste me, and he moaned. “Tastes like honey, just like I imagined. I’m going to make you feel so good, Elena.”
