Chapter 20 #3
And then his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and hungry and desperate. Heat sears through me, and I gasp, but he swallows the sound, kissing me deeper, harder.
My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me, and his other hand slides through the water to grip my waist, hauling me closer until I’m straddling him, his thick, massive thighs flexing under my ass.
He’s so tall that when he parts them just slightly, I slide even more against him.
A desperate sound slips past my lips when I feel him, hard and ready and right there, the thin barrier of his briefs doing nothing to soften the impact.
Our mouths are wild, our breathing ragged, and I feel his teeth scrape my bottom lip before his tongue follows, stroking deep, claiming every inch of me he can reach.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he rasps against my mouth. “You know that?”
“Good,” I pant.
His chuckle is dark and full of promises, and I roll my hips a little, reeling at the sharp hiss that leaves him. “Naughty,” he teases against my mouth before his leaves mine, but only to dip into my neck. His lips slide along my skin, making me tremble, and he sucks softly.
His hands sweep over my body, slick from the water, circling lazily beneath my bra line before he slips beneath it, his heated skin drawing goose bumps from my flesh as he teases the swell of my breasts before he cups me fully.
His palms are callused, coarse in the sexiest way, but he teases me so gently.
His eyes drop to my chest, dark and heavy, tongue swiping across his bottom lip like he already tastes me there.
“Flawless,” he mutters, voice thick. “And mine.”
His thumb brushes my nipple, slow at first, then he rolls it between his fingers. I suck in a breath, and that’s all it takes.
He grins, but it’s not sweet.
It’s addictingly wicked, confident, because he knows how easily he can make me fall apart.
“You’re sensitive tonight,” he murmurs, tone gone husky. His hand dips, and it doesn’t stop until it’s inside my panties, pinching my clit just enough to make my hips jolt under the water. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
My head tips back with a soft gasp, fingers clutching the edge of the hot tub, searching for something—anything—to ground me.
And he doesn’t waste a second.
He leans in, mouth at my neck, and bites.
I moan into the air, steam all around and adding to the fire inside me. Then he’s kissing lower, dragging heat down my skin, his lips skimming over the swell of my chest and the further he gets, the higher my knees rise.
He pushes gently on my breastbone and I go willingly, my back flush with the heat of the spa, the chilled air hitting my pebbled nipples like frostbite, and I start to shake.
Then my hips are out of the water.
I’m laid out flat, the water like a blanket beneath me, his body the mattress that mine is resting on. And then he dips down, but nothing happens.
Eager, and panting, my head lifts a little, and only when my eyes lock onto his, does his mouth lower, rough over my needy center.
His tongue slides up my pussy, and a long, hushed growl rips from his chest.
My head falls back, and then my clit disappears into his mouth.
“Chase,” I gasp, already shaking. His tongue is hot, greedy, his mouth literally vibrating against my most sensitive spot.
But he doesn’t just take.
He devours.
He sucks, teeth grazing, tongue flicking with ruthless precision. My moan cuts through the steam, high and sharp.
He groans against my skin, hands locking around my waist to keep me steady as I writhe.
“Fuck, this is all for me, isn’t it?” he rasps, lifting his head just long enough to say it before his mouth is back on me, dragging along my opening, licking and sucking and… Holy crap. I’m on the edge again, harder this time—sharper.
His hand comes up, fingers pinching my nipple, teeth dragging along my flesh, just enough to make every nerve light up.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. I can’t stay still. My thighs squeeze around him, my whole body one raw, twitching pulse of heat and want.
He lets out a gruff laugh—low and smug—and it only makes everything worse.
Or better.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Falling apart. So damn easy for me. So wet for me.”
The dirty edge in his voice hits me as hard as his mouth and my whole body tightens like a live wire.
It’s too fast. Too much.
And I can’t stop it.
I cry out as it hits me a second time, hard and hot, my orgasm ripping through me before I even have time to process it.
“That’s it, Angel,” he groans, mouth still at my breast, tongue still teasing as he holds me against him while I tremble. “That’s it. Let me feel you come for me. Again.”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
All I can do is hold on.
And he stays right there, kissing my belly, my chest like I’m something sacred and filthy all at once, like he knows exactly what he just did to me—and that he’s not even close to done.
I hope he never is.
My fingers grip his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself as my body shakes with release, wave after wave crashing through me so strongly, I can’t hold back the cry that escapes, vaguely aware that he has shifted us around, my shoulders now resting against the hot tub wall.
“Good, Angel. So, so good,” he murmurs against my lips, and then he kisses me deep, slow, like he’s making the very best of this victory, and my core pulses, a final shuddering wave of pleasure spreading through me until my toes are breaking the water’s surface.
We’re both breathing hard when we finally pull apart, the water rippling around us, my pulse still thundering in my ears.
Chase’s eyes stay locked on mine, wild and dark—and showing he’s too damned pleased with himself.
His mouth brushes my jaw, down my neck, his lips soft but his breath hot. He nips just below my ear, playful but needy, and that sends a sharp jolt through me. His voice comes rough against my skin. “Well, I didn’t expect we’d skip the warm-up.”
A broken laugh scratches up my throat, and his grin curves against my neck, and I swear I feel it right between my ribs.
I feel like I should be embarrassed, especially when he draws back to catch my eye, his gaze sweeping over me with the kind of heat that makes it hard to breathe, but I’m not. Not at all in fact.
I feel alive. Needed. Wanted.
Loved.
“Are you disappointed?” My smile is heard in my voice.
He smirks, hands slipping lower under the water, smoothing over my hips like he’s testing how far he can go, like he already knows the answer but wants to feel it for himself. “Not even a little bit.”
His thumb presses into my waist, the slow drag of it sparking a new wave of heat across my skin.
“But you,” he rasps, tilting his head like I’ve done something especially delicious when I have yet to regain access to my muscles. His gaze locks on mine, steady and full of fire. “You just keep finding new ways to knock me on my ass.”
I laugh, breathless and flushed, my pulse still storming in my veins. “That a bad thing?”
His grin grows, slow and cocky and a little crooked. It’s so him. The him that I’m not sure a lot of others get to see—at least not like this.
“No, baby,” he says, the word firm but fond, full of trouble. “That’s the best damn thing.”
His eyes dip lower, lingering on my chest, and there’s something intense in them, something hungry. His fingers skim the space between us, then rise to cup me fully, his palm hot, even through the warmth of the water.
I twitch beneath his touch, and his teeth sink into his lower lip.
His hand lingers a second longer, then with a muffled, satisfied sound, he brushes his mouth across mine, teasing.
“Come on.” He pushes to stand, water rolling down his chest and dipping into the curves and cuts of his muscles. “We better get back before they send a search party.”
Reluctantly, I ease off him, the water lapping around us as he grabs my hand, steadying me while I climb out first. The night air kisses my skin, cool and sharp, a contrast that only heightens the warmth still humming through my veins.
Chase follows, stepping out like he’s in no rush at all, his eyes tracing over me in a way that makes my breath catch.
He tosses me a robe from the little basket I didn’t even notice—clearly Lolli thought of everything—and flashes me that crooked grin as he pulls one out for himself, before balling up our pj’s under his arm.
Instead of walking back wet through the sand, we curve around the wraparound porch, taking the sidewalk instead. We’re quiet, holding hands and stealing glances at one another as we make our way back to the beach house, and it’s a new sort of peace I’m really getting used to.
When we get there, Chase turns to me, tugging me close with a hand on my ass. “Quiet now,” he teases, “unless you want to wake them all up and face the firing squad, also known as Cameron.”
“Think she’s awake?”
Chase grins. “I think they are wide awake but locked in Brady’s room.” He laughs lightly, nodding his head as he opens the door.
I slip past him, stifling a laugh as he joins me in creeping toward the hall, but before we reach his room, his hand shoots out, latching on to my wrist, and he tugs me in the bathroom, gently closing and locking the door behind us.
Chase twists the shower knob, warm water spilling in a quick, steady stream. He hooks a finger at me, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come rinse off,” he whispers, pushing the robe from my body, my bra right behind it.
Slowly, and with his eyes glued to mine, his fingers slide down my ribs, pausing only when his thumbs have hooked my panties. “Should we leave these on?”
Rather than answering him with words, I place my palms over his hands, gently urging them down.
He lowers them all the way until he’s gently lifting my feet, removing them completely. His eyes don’t fall to the heat between my legs, but the heat in his eyes doubles.