Electric!

by Ava McKnight

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Chase eased a finger inside her, pushing deep. She gasped.

  He treated her other breast to alternating licks and suckles as he worked a second finger inside her tight pussy. He stroked her quickly and she writhed beside him.

  “Make me come.”

  The heel of his hand pressed against her clit as he finger fucked her. Harder, faster.

  “Oh God, Chase.”

  Her breathy moans filled the quiet room, driving him wild. Her hips rolled and she kept up with his rhythm. He stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as heavy, lustful pants fell from them.

  Chase’s chest pulled tight. She was a vision, to be sure, but in the heat of passion—particularly when it was him sparking all that pent-up passion—she was an absolute fantasy come to life.

  He thrust deep inside her and said, “Come for me, Cass.”

  She groaned.

  “I want to get you off,” he whispered against her temple. “I want to watch you completely lose yourself in what I’m doing to you.”

  She squirmed a bit more and her hips raised. Chase teased her nipple with his tongue as he pumped inside her with long, deep strokes.

  “Yes,” she said on a sharp breath. “Oh God, yes.” Her chest rose and fell quickly and her breathy moans turned into small cries of pleasure. “Chase.”

  Her hips bucked. She squeezed his fingers as her entire body tensed. And then a sexy scream tore from her mouth and he felt the heat and moisture deep inside her as she climaxed.

  Chase cataloged all the expressions that crossed her beautiful face, from desire to the pinnacle of arousal to relief.

  “Oh God.” She panted. She continued to milk his fingers with the contracting of her inner walls. Her eyelids fluttered opened. “Jesus, Chase. That was sensational.”

  “Yeah,” he said with a lusty edge to his voice. “Watching you come makes me incredibly hard.”

  She smiled. “We only have one more condom. How do you want me?”

  His grin was a tight one. “You’re doing me in with this adventurous side.”

  “What would be the point of holding back?” she asked. “I already caved. Might as well see what other sinfully delicious things you intend to do to me.”

  He grunted. “How tempting you are…”

  “Go wild, Chase,” she said with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Knock my socks off.”

  He chuckled. “You’re naked, so I think I already did. And P.S.—you are drop-dead gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

  She studied him a moment. “I have not been able to fathom what you’ve seen in me the past two years, when I’m so tightly wound.”

  His hands roamed her body because he was incapable of lying next to her and not touching her.

  “Maybe part of the attraction was that I wanted to unravel you. Get you all hot and bothered so you’d loosen up. Lose your inhibitions.”

  “Mission accomplished.”

  He kissed her, then said, “Not so bad to just let go, right?”

  “You win,” she said. “Now kiss me again.”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice. Their lips and tongues tangled and it was easy to let all of the fiery sensations raging within him completely consume him. Chase liked getting all caught up in the moment with Cassidy. He liked how restless with anticipation she made him. How he felt as though he had to have her right this very second.

  And, actually, he did need to have her right this very second.

  Breaking their kiss, he whispered against her lips, “I want you.”

  Her fingers curled around his cock and she stroked him slowly. Chase groaned.

  She shifted and forced him to as well, so he lay on his back. Positioning herself between his legs, she started up with the slow pumping again. Then she dragged her tongue along his cock, from base to tip, teasing the underside of his head. She took him deep in her mouth and Chase’s body jerked.

  “Fuck.” He groaned. His hands plowed through her thick mass of hair. His hips lifted as her head bobbed. “Cass.” He let out a hiss of breath.

  He’d fantasized about this a million times before and the reality of Cass blowing him was nothing short of sexy and erotic. Hot as hell.

  Especially since he’d wanted this for two years. Had ached for her for two years. Had been dying to be inside her for two years.

  His breath hitched several notches and liquid fire rushed through his veins.

  “Suck me hard,” he said in a strained voice.

  She did, the suction eliciting a low growl from him.

  He could easily come in her mouth. Wanted to and yet, when he exploded, he wanted to be deep inside her.

  “Cass.” He released her strands of hair and gently pushed at her shoulders. “Babe. Enough. I don’t want to come like this and you are making me all kinds of crazy.”

  Her head popped up. She nibbled her lower lip a moment, then asked once again, “How do you want me, Chase?”

  “On your hands and knees, with that very fine ass in the air.”

  She hedged for all of two seconds. Then assumed his desired position, making his cock throb at the sight of her—and her willingness to give him whatever he wanted.

  He slipped from the bed.

  “Back up just a little,” he instructed. “Toward the edge.”

  She did as told.

  “Damn,” he said with appreciation in his voice. “You are so gorgeous.”

  She threw him a glance over her shoulder. “I’m trying very hard not to think of the fact that, come Monday morning, I have to face you across a conference room table at work and not blush over knowing you’ve seen me naked. And on my hands and knees.”

  He smirked. “I’ve conjured this mental picture many times. You’re even hotter in person.”

  His gaze slid from her face, over her shoulders, down the long line of her prominent spine. Then his eyes landed on her ass and he groaned again.

  He palmed the cheeks and massaged them, squeezing lightly. Cass watched him, heat radiating in her eyes, as well as the distinct hint of exhilaration as she pondered what he intended to do to her.

  One hand shifted and he stroked her clit, causing her back to arch and her ass to lift higher. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and she pulled in a quick breath.

  He stroked her rapidly, getting her all worked up again. When he felt the tension build in her body, he withdrew his fingers, sheathed himself and thrust into her, hard.

  She cried his name as she came, her cunt clenching his cock.

  He stilled for a few moments, letting her ride out her release. Then he moved inside her at a quick pace, driven by his lust…and the incredible sight of her. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t balk at the things he wanted to do to her.

  His hands clasped her waist and he pumped hard and fast, making her breasts bounce and pushing harsh breaths of air from her lungs.

  “Chase. Shit.” She pressed back against him, wiggled her ass, ground fiercely. “Come inside me,” she said in a raspy voice.

  With a sharp shake of his head, he told her. “Not until you have another orgasm. Like this.” With him hammering into her, and her breathing all jagged and her eyes full of the need for another powerful release.

  He held her tighter and fucked her harder.

  “Oh God, yes,” she said. “You’re making me crazy, Chase. I love how you feel inside me.”

  “You are so damn tight. Wet.” He grunted.

  She cried out his name as her body tensed, then quaked. She squeezed him so tight, he lost it completely and came inside her with body-racking spasms and a wicked throbbing in his cock.

  “Cass.” The word ripped from his mouth. The only one he could coherently speak.

  Holy hell, was he a complete goner with this woman! And all he could think was what a massive clusterfuck it’d be for him if, come Monday morning, she was back to all work and no play…

  Because Chase definitely wa
nted more from her. Much, much more.

  * * * * *

  Cassidy lay sprawled across the bed, her body more relaxed than ever before. Her skin tingled and exhilaration flooded her veins, making her feel vibrant. Radiant. So very alive. And a tiny bit giddy.

  She watched as Chase strutted into the bathroom to tidy up and then return to the room, looking all pleased with himself over the multitude of orgasms he’d given her.

  It wasn’t in Cassidy’s nature to flirt, but how could she pass up the opportunity with all the endorphins and hormones keeping her so charged she couldn’t help but get a little sassy with Chase?

  “Feeling all He-Man Master of the Universe-like?” she asked as he climbed into bed with her.

  He grinned. “Yeah, sorta.” He gave her a kiss so smoldering Cassidy felt as though she might incinerate into the mattress.

  For once, she didn’t overanalyze or freak out over anything she might do to screw up her career. She’d let it all go when Chase had proven how sizzling they’d be together, and was happy she’d done so. Apparently, a person needed a break from their nonstop obsessing every now and then.

  Chase said, “Why don’t we get comfortable under the covers? Unless you’re planning on kicking me out.”

  She smiled. “The thought never crossed my mind. Especially not after all those fireworks you set off inside me.”

  “I do enjoy getting you off.” He gave her a lascivious look that curled her toes.

  “So I guess having sex with you doesn’t get the need to talk dirty to me out of your system.”

  “Would you like me to stop talking dirty to you?”

  She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Though in reality, it excited her that Chase was proving what he’d said at the party—that his attraction to her was more than just the need to score her once.

  She kept the conversation light, casually saying, “I think I can handle it.”

  “And if I wanted to tie you to the bedposts?” he challenged in a low tone.

  Oh Christ. They were back to the kinky fetishes.

  He actually had them?

  Cassidy nibbled her lip a moment as Chase stared intently at her. Then she brazenly asked, “Is there a specific reason you’d want to do that?”

  His lips grazed her temple as he muttered, “Mostly to see you sprawled on the bed, naked and anxiously awaiting my next move…”

  “Chase…”

  “Just think about it.”

  Then he snuggled with her under the down comforter. Aside from the panic of Chase potentially following the 50 Shades path, she suffered a few moments of uncertainty as they settled in together. But Chase took the guesswork out of what to do next. He pulled her to him and draped an arm over her shoulders while she rested her head on his chest.

  She liked hearing his heart beat and listening to his steady breathing. His fingers stroked her skin and she smiled again, pushing thoughts of bondage and giving up control from her mind.

  “I’m glad you texted me,” she said.

  “I’m glad you thought I was Meg.”

  With a soft laugh, she admitted, “It’s entirely possible I saw that it was you sending the message and I just had it in my mind that it was Meg, because she’d mentioned you. A little subconscious error to make me feel as though I didn’t actually encourage anything between us.”

  He blew out a long breath. “It has taken a serious amount of effort to wear you down.”

  “Shut up about that and just tell me it was worth it.”

  He chuckled. “Oh so worth it. Goddamn, so worth it.”

  “Phew. Relief.”

  “Cass. The whole night has been awesome. Even if we hadn’t gotten together, it was a helluva lot of fun flirting with you.”

  “You are so bad.”

  How bad?

  “And you secretly love it.”

  Do I?

  She let out a low groan. “Well… Maybe not so secretly.”

  He chuckled once more, the sound warming her and helping to solidify in her mind that she hadn’t made a monumental mistake by caving to Chase this evening.

  Not that she’d had any sort of defense or willpower after he’d kissed her. After he’d done no more than brush his lips over hers.

  The spark factor had been through the roof. She realized there had always been a serious amount of the zings between them and that must have been the reason Chase had pursued her endlessly. Because he’d known there was something passionate that existed long before she’d accepted it.

  Cassidy didn’t chew on this for long. She was relaxed, her mind quiet, not constantly churning over all of her goals and need to succeed on her own terms kind of thoughts.

  Maybe it was the afterglow, maybe it was the relaxation, maybe it was just the plain and simple fact that she felt incredibly comfortable with Chase—surprise, surprise—but her eyelids fluttered closed and within minutes, she was asleep.

  Chase woke her the next morning with soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. She’d shifted at some point during the night and he’d apparently rolled with her, because he was wrapped around her and she was drowning in all of his heat and muscles and amazing hunkiness.

  “Nice way to wake up,” she mused.

  “It’d be nicer if I had another condom and could make love to you again.”

  “Yeah, there is that.”

  He slipped from the bed, saying, “The second best thing would be breakfast. Mike and Rhonda’s. Best early-morning feast in town. You’ll love it and I’m craving it.”

  Cassidy sat up, the sheet and comforter pressed to her chest. “Uh, I have some work to do today and—”

  He slipped into his briefs. “It’s Saturday, babe. Try a day off.”

  “Chase—”

  “Cass,” he challenged with a crooked brow. “We’re out of town and it’s the weekend. Let’s nab a little local favor and enjoy the day. Stop at a store and buy some condoms. Have another mind-blowing night together, drive back to Scottsdale tomorrow and—”

  “And?” she asked as she stared quizzically at him.

  One corner of his mouth lifted and a flash of heat in his eyes made her skin tingle again.

  “And give dating a try.”

  “Dating.” She said the word tentatively, taking it out for a test drive.

  She ignored the other word lingering on her tongue. Bondage.

  Chase planted his hands on his waist and asked, “You game?”

  Was he talking about the thing she wasn’t mentioning—the tied-up part?

  Not ready to go there, she simply asked, “Dating?”

  “Exclusively.”

  She let out a soft laugh and it helped to cut some of her internal tension. “You don’t exactly have competition, remember?”

  “I just want it on record. You and me. We’ll give this thing the chance it deserves.”

  A shiver ran down her spine. “Yes.”

  “All right.” Chase visibly gloated, as though he’d just sealed the deal of a lifetime. She supposed that after two years of flirting, it actually was a pretty big deal for them to have finally reached this point.

  He rubbed his hands together, obviously formulating a plan. He said, “Why don’t we shower, pop over to my hotel so I can change and collect my stuff—I rode up with Don Tyson in his SUV since my Aston Martin wouldn’t fare so well in all of this snow—and then hit breakfast and the rest of the town.”

  “So you need a ride back to Scottsdale tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Yeah. Cool with you?”

  She smiled. “Sure.”

  I can do this.

  And it didn’t even take too much convincing this morning because every second since Chase had first kissed her had felt inherently right. Despite experiencing a twinge of guilt over bypassing work today in order to get out and about in Flagstaff with Chase, she was actually looking forward to the distraction. She’d always wanted to see the ski town that was two hours away from Scottsdale and knew it’d be even better to have a
native as her tour guide.

  So what the hell, right?

  She pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly and then said, “Okay. Let’s spend the weekend together.”

  Chase swooped in for a kiss. Then he took her by the hand and dragged her out of bed.

  Her first inclination was to bring the sheet with her to cover up. But how ridiculous would that be given that he’d already seen her naked and had done the most amazing things to her body? Besides, the heat in his eyes eclipsed the small measure of self-consciousness that had momentarily besieged her.

  She followed Chase into the bathroom and he turned on the water in the shower before stripping off his briefs. She admired the view. The man was magnificent.

  He stepped under the spray and reached for the soap. Cassidy didn’t even mind that he took the initiative to lather her up, his hands slipping and sliding all over her body. She returned the favor, enjoying his muscles bunching and flexing beneath her fingers.

  They rinsed away the suds, but she wasn’t quite ready to dry off and get dressed. Chase’s naked body was much too tempting to pass up. She sank to her knees and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly.

  Chase grunted. “That drove me wild last night.”

  “I like getting you all worked up.” She licked him from base to tip and his erection grew. She pumped him a few moments more with her hand until he was rock-hard. Then she took him deep in her mouth and sucked.

  “Christ, Cass.” His fingers threaded through her hair and he pushed the damp strands away from her face.

  Funny how she’d considered herself too much of a good girl to engage in such risqué behavior. And yet with Chase… It came so naturally.

  Her head bobbed as she continued to suck him, and his hips bucked. She loved the way he responded to her. She loved the feel of him against her tongue. And the hitching of his breath as she pushed him closer to the edge sent excitement tripping through her.

  She gently palmed his balls. Chase dragged one hand from her hair and covered her hand on his sac, lightly pressing in so she’d gingerly increase the pressure. He guided her so she could learn how to stroke him there and then he left her to it.

  A wicked thrill made her shudder as his labored breathing echoed in the quiet room.