Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
CHASE
Take me to bed.
Ah, fuck. What did that mean? Was she tired? Did she want more of the kissing?
I sure as fuck did.
The second my lips touched hers, an inferno lit up my veins—singeing away every dark and dirty thing I’d ever been and leaving behind nothing but bliss. Bliss at being the bastard lucky enough to kiss this perfect woman.
“Oh, sure. You’re so tired. I should’ve taken you in earlier.”
She pressed a hand to my chest and started to sit up. I slid an arm around her waist and lifted her until we were eye-to-eye.
“Not tired,” she whispered as she shifted to straddle me.
Then her lips brushed mine.
Tentative at first. Our eyes still open. Still searching.
Her dainty hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, and into the hair at the nape of my neck. She scratched—just the lightest tease of nails—and I moaned. My eyes slammed shut.
That’s when she kissed me for real.
Firmer. Deeper.
I held her close, anchoring myself in the moment as my tongue traced the seam of her lips. She opened for me, and the first brush of my tongue against hers sent fireworks behind my eyes.
Goddamn, I’d missed this.
I gripped her hips as she ground against me. Ah, fuck, gonna come in my goddamn pants if she keeps doing that.
When my grip tightened slightly, just enough to still her, Elena whimpered against my lips. “No stopping. I need this. I need you.”
Okay, might still come in my pants.
“And you can have me, Sweetness, I promise.”
Her lust-filled dark eyes begged for more. I’d never deny her.
“But I need to get you in a bed real damn quick before I blow all over my zipper.”
She slid her feet to the floor, trying to find her center of gravity, but struggling to stand up straight.
I rose with her, guiding her upright. With her belly pressed to rock-hard cock, I smashed my lips to hers and tangled our tongues together as we shuffled toward the bedroom, connected the entire way.
I’d left the bedside lamp on earlier, so a warm glow settled over the room as I walked Elena until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. When I pulled my lips from hers, she chased them, desperate for more.
She’d be getting much, much more.
“Turn around,” I whispered.
She spun, grazing my cock with her hip as she did. My hips thrust forward of their own accord. Fucking embarrassing.
With her back to me, I dragged my hands down her arms, goosebumps pebbling her skin in my wake. I reached her hands, interlacing our fingers before I brought hers up to wrap around my neck. “Hold on tight, baby,” I said into her hair.
Gripping the hem of her tank top, I slid it up over her beautiful round belly, up over her heavy tits, and let it rest there, right in the center of her chest. Her nipples were dark and pebbled, straining for attention.
With the barest of touches, I circled a fingertip around each, never touching, but getting just close enough to tease.
Elena squirmed against me, gripping my neck as she tried to obey, to hang on tight and not let go. “Chase, more. Please.”
I moved my hands lower and grabbed the waistband of her shorts.
When I slipped them over her ass, they fluttered to the floor and lay pooled against her feet.
Her chest heaved, and I could tell she was aching for me to touch her, to make her come, to fuck her.
She laid her head back against my shoulder, and when I peered down at her, her eyes were screwed shut, brow furrowed, lips parted as she panted, as she waited.
With my hands on her waist, I whispered, “Knees on the mattress.”
She moved to let go of my neck, but I stopped her.
“Ah-ah.”
She opened her eyes to look up at me.
“Hands stay where they are. I’ve got you. Knees on the bed, Sweetness.”
She gave me a slight nod then shifted as I helped her climb up.
At this height, our lips were closer than they had been, and I took full advantage, tipping her chin up with a finger and diving in, kissing and sucking and licking.
Devouring. I tasted every inch of her lips and her tongue, then I moved on to her neck as my hands slid down the smooth skin of her sides, along her waist and over her hips until I was gripping her ass, tugging her back against me and grinding my cock into her.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I growled. “But I need to get you ready for me. Need you to come a few times so I can slide right in.”
She moaned as I continued to grind our bodies together.
“You want that, baby? You wanna come?”
“Oh god, please.”
“How many times?”
She didn’t respond. Just moaned louder.
“How many times, Elena? How many times do you want me to make this pussy weep for me?”
I pulled my hand from her ass and reached out, striking a sharp slap against the apex of her thighs.
She gasped. I froze.
And my entire fucking world nearly shattered.
“Oh my fucking god, Elena, I am so sorry.” I wrapped my arms around her chest and hugged her to me, burying my face in her hair. “I shouldn’t have hit you. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me?”
“Chase.”
I snapped my mouth closed.
“Again.”
“Of course. I’m so sorry. I will apologize as many times as you need me to. I’m so sorry.”
“No.” She pressed her finger to my lips. “Do it again.”
Oh fuck. Oh hell. She fucking liked it. My girl liked the goddamn pussy slap. Fucking Christ, I didn’t think she could be more perfect.
“Ah, I see.” I trailed my hands along her skin, everywhere except where she needed me. “My dirty girl likes her hard little clit slapped, huh?”
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“Like this?” Before she could react, I did it again, slapping my fingers against that tight bundle of nerves.
And just like that, she shattered.