Chapter 37
thirty-seven
That hunger in his eyes matches the intensity of his mouth claiming mine. At this moment, he’s everywhere and everything. He’s taken over all five senses, and even though my body is in overload from the kiss alone, I need more. I won’t be satisfied until I have all of him, and finally giving into the temptation has me feeling more buzzed than any of the wine I’ve had tonight. I let out a soft moan when his tongue drags over mine. I thought he would tear my dress off in a matter of seconds, but he hasn’t. The way he’s kissing me makes my legs weak, and it isn’t until he turns and pulls me toward the bed that I finally look up.
He sits on the edge of a large bed, and I stand between his legs, my hands running through his hair as he looks up at me. God, I love seeing him like this. Holding me in place with one hand, his other grazes up my leg and slips into the slit of my dress. His touch is slow and teasing, yet bold at the same time. When he reaches the top of the slit, he slides under until his whole hand can grip my bare hip, and I have to fight the urge to widen my stance to give him easier access.
“Candace. ”
My eyes fly open, and I hadn’t even realized I’d shut them.
“You are gorgeous. You know that?”
I smile because those words leave a warm bubbly feeling in my chest.
Chase returns the gesture, and in one swift motion, he pulls me onto the bed next to him and props himself up on his elbow to look at me. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
He moves to kiss my neck, and I say, “You sure know how to flatter your fake girlfriend.” I internally wince as soon as the words leave my lips. Why am I saying the wrong thing? Why can’t I just let him fuck me and deal with the rest of this later? I don’t want to think about how casual or temporary this is for him. I don’t want to think about how this might not last.
Chase moves so he’s hovering over me. All I see is him, and all I feel is his thumb grazing over my nipple through my dress. My back gives a tiny arch in response, and he does it again. Leaning in close, he says in a dangerously smooth voice, “What about this isn’t real to you, beautiful?” He kisses me just below my ear, and I whimper. He presses his hips to mine, so I can feel the bulk of him against me, and my hips roll without warning, my eyes fluttering shut.
My chest rapidly rises and falls, and I’m dazed with lust and heat. Chase drags his thumb over my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, and the sound he pulls from me makes me blush.
The corner of his mouth quirks, and he moves his lips to my ear. “This is real, Candace. But if you need more convincing, throw those pretty legs over my shoulders and let me bury my face between them.”
My only response is to kiss him—hard. I’m desperate for him to touch me, taste me, fuck me. I’m completely at his disposal if it means I get to watch him come undone.
Chase yanks my dress over my head before throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room. Those warm, brown eyes take me in shamelessly, but I’m too worked up to wait. I hook my ankle behind the back of his leg and nudge him forward. “I thought you said you wanted to do something,” I say, and my voice comes out breathless.
A slow smile pulls at the corner of his mouth before he lowers it to my breast. “I’ve been thinking about this too long for you to rush me.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, and the feeling of his tongue on my pebbled skin has my head falling back. He swirls and gently bites, and when he’s had his fill, he leaves torturous kisses over my breasts and stomach.
“Chase,” I plead.
His lips pull into a smile against my skin, but he says nothing.
Finally, he moves lower, and my legs fall open. His arms hook underneath my thighs, and in one swift movement, he pulls me to him. When his tongue slowly runs over my center, my hips buck at the contact. He gently sucks on my clit, and my eyes threaten to roll back. How is he so good . . . fuck. Holding me firmly in place, he dips his tongue into me, before dragging over me slow and sweet with a soft groan.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
I whimper and reach for his hair, desperate for him to give me more. When my fingers knot in the strands at the roots, he lets out another groan and presses his mouth against me again. He delivers slow, steady strokes, keeping me on the edge. It’s like he has all the time in the world, and that realization has my legs shaking. As soon as my body starts to tremble, Chase sucks and licks, adding and removing pressure in a way that has me spiraling. My entire body tightens, and my hips squirm because this is too much. This feeling is too strong. His hands grip my legs, forcing pressure where I can’t take it. He ravishes me, and I lose it. My entire body convulses, my toes curl, and I cry out as a blanket of white heat tears through me.
Chase’s tongue slows as he waits for me to come down from my high. Once my legs relax and my breathing regulates, he lifts his head and leaves a trail of kisses down my thigh. Sitting up, he wipes his thumb across his bottom lip. “Seeing you come might be more addicting than anything else.”
The corner of my mouth twitches, but I’m not satisfied yet. If anything, I only want him more. Moving to straddle him, he lets me push him down on the bed. I can feel him hard underneath me, but it’s not enough. I need his clothes off.
His hair is a disheveled mess, his pupils are blown, and when his tongue dips over his bottom lip, I clench.
I need his clothes off . Now.
His white dress shirt is unbuttoned to reveal a white undershirt beneath. His black pants and belt are still on, but they look a mess, too.
A mess.
A beautiful fucking mess.
My lips find his neck while my fingers undo his belt. He tilts his head and sucks in a breath when my teeth gently sink into his ear. I work his belt free, my fingers moving to the button of his pants. As soon as his zipper is down, he pulls my mouth to his. The way he kisses me should be enough of an indicator that he’s ready, but that doesn’t stop me from slipping my hand inside to feel his solid length straining against his boxer briefs.
Chase’s head falls back as soon as I touch him. “Fuck, Candace. You don’t know how many times I thought about how it would feel to be touched by you.”
“Same.” The word comes out breathy and full of need because he’s hard, and smooth, and thick in my hand.
As soon as the word leaves my lips, he quickly takes off the rest of his clothes. His dress shirt and undershirt get thrown on the floor along with his pants and belt, and I let my eyes rake over his muscled frame. I want him. I want him more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything.
My mouth works down his chest and abs, and once I press a kiss to the base of his stomach, I hook my fingers into the band of his briefs and free him of them.
More desire and heat pools between my legs at the sight of him. I could probably look at him like this all day.
He looks at me, but then his head falls back on the pillow like seeing my face hovering so close to his cock is too much.
I kiss his stomach, dangerously close to where the bulk of him lies, and Chase curses under his breath. I love seeing him lose his grip like this.
“Chase.”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Look at me.”
He does, and as soon as our eyes meet, I slowly run my tongue over the bead of moisture at his tip. His eyes flutter shut, and he curses under his breath, but when he looks at me again, there’s a fresh wave of need behind those eyes. “Go ahead, beautiful. Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”
It feels like my entire body purrs at those words, and I do as he says. I take him in, and when it feels like there’s nowhere else for him to go, I take him in more. I work my tongue around him and let my hand wrap around his base. He hits the back of my throat, and I love the feeling of being gagged by him.
He takes in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Candace. That’s . . . fuck .” His breathing turns uneven as I work my mouth up and down his shaft again and again, sucking him in deeper each time. “If you . . .” He grips the sheets. “ Shit. If you keep . . . I’ll come.”
My movements slow, but I don’t stop. I’m not done with him yet. I savor him, taking him in over and over again.
He sucks in a breath. “Jesus Christ.”
With one last slow suck, I ease him from my mouth and crawl up the length of his body. What I feel for him goes beyond desire or lust, or any of the things I’ve felt with men before. When it comes to Chase, my body physically needs him.
He kisses my mouth. “You,” he practically growls. “Beat all my expectations.” He kisses me again, pulling me flush against him by my hips. “Every damn time.”
I gasp at the feeling of him, raw and real against me. I’m slick for him, desperate for him to fill me. “Condom,” I breathe.
Chase nods as he reaches into the nightstand drawer next to us. He expertly opens the foil and rolls it on in a matter of seconds, and I gently push myself up to let him. As soon as he’s done, I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, putting his thick head at my entrance.
Chase’s eyes darken, and his hands guide my hips again. This time, easing me onto him. I stretch around the size of his hard length, my eyes squeezing shut once it feels like he couldn’t possibly hit deeper. There’s still more of him, though. And he continues to slowly guide my hips as he says, “Good girl. Take all of me. I want you to feel me long after tonight.”
A whimper leaves me, and I take a steadying breath once he’s fully inside before slowly rolling my hips. I curse under my breath, my hands bracing on his chest. With every rock, he meets my movement, and I didn’t know it was possible for him to feel this good. I didn’t know it was possible for sex to feel this good. I’m so deliciously full, and with each movement, Chase pulls me against him so he can hit deeper. My head falls back, and I chase the feeling with every . . . steady . . . thrust.
“Damn, Candace, seeing you in that dress tonight—” He squeezes his eyes shut and hisses as I rock down on him. “Shit.” When his eyes open, there’s a fire behind his gaze, and his grip tightens on my hips. “I never would have believed you could look more gorgeous than you did tonight.” His next thrust is a little deeper. “But seeing you with my cock inside you—you fucking own me,” he growls, thrusting harder and making me cry out.
I whimper, my breathing hard. I’m so close, and when Chase sits up so he can hold me with one arm while his thumb works on my most sensitive spot, my mouth is frantic on his. The way he kisses me back lets me know he’s feeling everything I am, and when our lips break apart, we’re both panting.
I increase my pace, fueling the fire he’s ignited in my core. Chase holds me tighter as he fucks me from below. With labored breaths, he nips at my jaw. “You think you can come for me again, beautiful?”
A nod is all I can manage because my body is already inching closer to the edge. I’m so tightly wound, and every clench around him brings a satisfying wave of pleasure through me.
He groans. His hand grips the back of my neck as he thrusts, and my eyes flutter shut. All I’m aware of is how good he feels inside me, and when he growls, “I’m going to fucking lose it when I feel you come,” my body trembles. His thumb increases the pressure on my clit. “That’s it. Let me make a mess of you.”
I shatter. I implode. I bite. I claw. I cry out. I’ve never felt an orgasm so intense. And the feeling of Chase’s own release as he stiffens beneath me is better than I could have imagined. He stays buried deep as he pours into the condom, and I pulse around him.
As soon as he lies back, I collapse onto him, gasping for breath.
Well, he succeeded. If there’s anything Chase is good at, it’s making an absolute fucking mess of me.