CHAPTER 4
Joanie
I glanced over at my bed and watched Chase do the same. Butterflies big enough to carry passengers took flight in my stomach when his eyes narrowed and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. He looked like he was in pain when he met my eyes again. My heart beat erratically against my chest and I could feel my pulse between my thighs in a way I never had before.
Chase looked down at my lips and muttered a prayer for forgiveness before closing the gap between our mouths. One minute he was lecturing me and the next he had his lips on mine and was kissing me hard enough to bruise. I gasped and he stroked his tongue into my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair until my back arched and I was pressed even tighter to his body from knee to nose.
A few things went through my brain at once. Chase Daniels was kissing me. He tasted like chocolate. I could feel something wildly hard against my stomach. And I was kissing Chase Daniels. I wasn’t just letting him kiss me. I was participating fully. I was tugging against his hold on my hair to kiss him the way I wanted to. Which was aggressively. I was starving for him. I wanted to taste every part of him in that moment and if I didn’t, I felt like I would die. It was rough, with our teeth knocking and each of us nipping and sucking, actively trying to mark the other. I felt like a wild animal. I wanted to hurt him as much as I wanted him to keep kissing me.
With a growl, Chase let me go and backed away, putting several feet of space between us. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wild as he looked me over. His pupils were eating up all the color in his eyes and his mouth was red and swollen behind the multiple-day stubble growing in on his face. He looked like a wolf in the middle of a fight, taking a step back to better assess his challenger. His hands flexed at his sides and I knew he wasn’t done with me.
I glared at him and my voice came out husky as I warned him away. “Don’t do that again.”
He took a step closer. “That’s going to be a problem for me, sweetheart.”
I took a step back and licked my lips. “Why?”
He closed the distance between us and gripped my upper arms. “Because I’m a fucking gentleman and I can see how needy you are right now.”
I gaped up at him. “Chase…”
He tightened his grip on my arms and I had to go up on my tiptoes as he pulled me even closer. “How wet are you right now, sweetheart? I can see the way you’re pressing those pretty thighs together to get some relief.”
I growled. “I’m not wet. You don’t affect me, Chase.”
His lips tipped up in a smirk as he walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I went down. Suddenly eye level with his very large bulge, I swallowed and he swore even as he yanked my pajama shorts down my legs. My pulse jumped into top speed when he pulled my panties to the side and let out a pained growl.
“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart. I think I affect you. Your sharp tongue can say whatever it wants, but these lips? These lips don’t lie.” He dragged his knuckle over my slit and smiled when I sucked in a sharp breath. “Is this a special circumstance or do you get this wet every time we fight, Joanie?”
I glared up at him even as I braced myself on the bed behind me and prayed he’d touch me more. “This isn’t because of you.”
He leaned over me and pressed his knuckle past my outer lips. Holding himself up with a fist planted next to my hand, he took his time running his eyes up and down my frame. “Liar. You’re shaking for me.”
Before I could argue, he pushed his finger inside me and curled it. I’d been in the middle of a long dry spell and that was the only reason his finger felt so good, I was sure. I clamped my mouth shut as a moan threatened to escape.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re tight.” Chase pulled his finger out of me and lifted it to my mouth. Spreading my wetness across my lips, he groaned and then leaned over more to lick it off. It was filthy and I should’ve been disturbed, but my pulse just beat faster. He dipped his finger inside my core again and then pressed it against my lips until I opened and let him slide it over my tongue. “Taste yourself. You’re dripping wet for me, sweetheart. You can say whatever you need to, but we both know this is all for me.”
I tasted myself and shuddered as an even stronger wave of arousal slammed through me. I pushed up and gripped the back of Chase’s head so I could pull his mouth to mine. Biting his lip, I tugged on it until he hissed and gripped my jaw in his big hand.
He tipped my head back until he had access to my throat. His beard was rough against my sensitive skin but his teeth were rougher. When I cried out, he growled and lifted his face so we were eye to eye again. “Ask me for what you need.”
My mouth snapped shut and I swallowed. “Chase, that’s never going to happen.”
He flashed a pained smile and slowly pushed off the bed. His eyes moved over my body for one long beat and then he turned around and started walking towards my bedroom door. “See you tomorrow, then.”
I jumped up and raced after him, moving on pure adrenaline and no thought. I grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face me. “What the fuck, Chase?”
He spun me around and pinned me to my bedroom door with both of my arms over my head. “Unless you ask me for what you need, I’m out. I’m not going to be the only one responsible for this when the sun comes up tomorrow. This is a decision you’ll make. Or maybe not. Your choice.”
I struggled against his hold and growled. “Why can’t anything just be easy with you?”
He scowled. “Seriously? Me? You think I’m the hard one?”
I couldn’t help the dirty smile that stretched my mouth. I pressed my hips into him and felt his erection dig into me. “I know you’re the hard one.”
“Dammit, woman. Just be less stubborn for two seconds and ask me to fuck you. We both want it. We’re both dying for it. Just tell me you want it.” His voice was harsh and his grip on my wrists tightened. “Say it, woman.”
When I pressed my lips together, he started to move away. I was weak and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist to keep him there with me. “Fine! I want this. Fuck me, Chase. You asshole!”
He carried me back to my bed and tossed me on it. “There. Was that so hard?”
Whatever I was going to say was lost as he climbed on the bed after me and pulled me under his big, hard body. He pressed his hips into mine and nipped at my jaw. I dragged my hands under his shirt to scratch his back.
He sat up and yanked his shirt over his head before slowly leaning back over me and meeting my gaze. “You want to mark me? Do it right.”
A whimper of need escaped my mouth but instead of shame, I let Chase’s heated gaze make me feel like I was on fire. I dug my nails in at the top of his shoulders and dragged them down the length of his back, watching his face twist and pinch as I did. He was right. I did want to mark him. I wanted him to see me when he looked in the mirror for the next week.
With a growl, he dipped his head and sank his teeth into the top curve of my breast, through my tank top. I cried out and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard and deep. I pressed my feet into the bed and rocked my hips against his, needing more. Without breaking from his kiss, he reached between us and circled his fingers over my clit, through my panties.
Stroking me until I was a trembling mess beneath him, Chase lifted his mouth and looked me in the eyes. Then, with a wicked smile on his face, he removed his fingers.
I panted and wrapped my leg around his hip, trying to get the least bit of friction I needed to push me over the edge, but Chase wouldn’t let me.
“I want you naked.” He ran his eyes down my body. “I’m tired of imagining, sweetheart. I want the real thing now.”