by Desiree Holt
While Chase surfed Netflix to find the next movie, she collected their plates to take everything into the kitchen. When she walked back in, he was standing in the middle of the room.
“What’s up next?” she asked.
“This is.”
He took two steps forward, bringing his body close to hers. His hands cradled her cheeks as they had last night, strong hands that felt warm against her skin. He studied her for a long time, eyes looking intently into hers as if searching for some answer. When his mouth touched hers, it was a soft tentative caress. A brush of lips before he increased the pressure. He tasted the surface with little flicks of his tongue, back and forth, before exerting enough pressure so she opened for him.
The moment his tongue sought hers, inviting it to engage in a sensuous dance, fire streaked from her mouth to her sex, igniting every cell in her body on its journey. Chase licked the inner surface of her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers, and pleasure washed through every inch of her body. He tasted like seventeen kinds of sin, a taste she wanted to hold on to forever.
Chase slid his hands from her cheeks to thread his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back just a little bit to give him better access. He peppered tiny kisses along her jawline and down the side of her neck, pausing to take a tiny nip at the place where her neck and shoulder joined. Then his mouth was at the hollow of her throat, sucking in the delicate skin there before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.
Holly clung to him for dear life, swamped by a wave of erotic sensations that invaded every inch of her body. She dug her fingers into his hard biceps in an attempt to hold steady as Chase dragged his lips across her collarbone. She was sure she’d run out of breath by the time Chase lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
“Will you be mad if I tell you I can’t stop thinking about that kiss the other night?”
“No,” she whispered. “Because I can’t, either.”
They stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
“I don’t play games, Holly,” he said at last, his words filled with emotion. “We can still be just friends, and I’ll figure out how to handle it. But I want more than that. I can’t make any promises, just be aware of that. I have a lot of baggage to unpack in that department. But I want to see where this goes. How about you? You all in?”
Was she? Could she take this chance, learn to trust again and deal with it if it all turned to garbage? Was this time different? Or maybe it was just that she was different now.
I want to take the chance.
“Yes.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip, her pulse thrumming at the look in his eyes as he watched her. “Yes, I’m all in. All the way.”
Again he gave her a penetrating look.
“We can still try the just friends thing,” he said again, although the muscle twitching in his jaw was a good indication that wasn’t his first choice. “I don’t know if we can put this back in the box now that it’s out, but if you want to, I’m willing to try. I—” He closed his eyes for a long moment. “I want you as a friend, Holly. I knew that after our first ‘date.’ I don’t want—”
She touched his mouth with the tip of one finger. “Don’t. Say. A. Word.”
She pulled his head down until his mouth touched her, and it was as if a match had been lit, sending them up in flames. Every rational thought flew from her head, every iota of common sense. All she wanted was this man, skin to skin with her.
With his mouth still fused to hers, Chase carried her into the bedroom and set her slowly down beside her bed. He cradled her face in his hands again, a gesture she found incredibly intimate.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice was hoarse with need. Then he took her in another one of those drugging kisses, exploring her mouth with his tongue and feeding from her as if he were a starved man.
Holly slid her hands up beneath his T-shirt, feeling the heat and smoothness of his skin and the hardness of his muscles. He groaned into her mouth and moved his own hands down to tug up the hem of her shirt, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over her head and toss it to the side. His gaze dropped to her breasts, a voracious hunger blazing in his eyes. Need bloomed deep inside her.
She was glad she’d brought out the very sexy undies tonight. Just in case.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “You have the most gorgeous breasts.”
He made quick work of the clasp and sent the piece of lace and satin flying to land on top of her shirt. Holding the weight of her mounds in his hands, he bent his head and closed his mouth over one stiff nipple. His mouth was hot and wet, the touch of it electric. Deep in her core the pounding of her pulse increased to the tempo of a percussion band, vibrating in every cell and pore. Holly stood there clutching his arms, doing her best to hold steady, but his touch and his mouth were making it almost impossible.
When his fingers reached for the button on her jeans and tugged down the zipper, she gripped his wrists.
“You have to get naked too.”
He grabbed her hands. “I intend to. You’d better believe it.”
In one swift movement he yanked his T-shirt over his head and added it to the growing pile of clothes. Holly was sure drool was dripping from her mouth. Holy mother! This man was ripped! His chest was hard as concrete and covered with a soft sprinkling of curls several shades darker than the blond on his head. It was soft and springy and she rubbed her face against it, reveling in the erotic feel. She wanted to protest when he set her gently away from him.
“I think we still have too many clothes on.” The hoarse sound of his voice was like a rough caress.
“Then I think we better take care of that.”
“You first.” He kissed her jaw and nipped the soft spot behind her ear before pushing her jeans down her legs.
She kicked them off and stood there before him in just the scrap of lace that passed for her panties. The intensity of his gaze as he watched her sent shivers racing along her spine. It was the most intimate look anyone had ever given her.
“Cold?” he asked. “I guess I need to warm you up.”
Oh, she was already warm, at least on the inside. In fact she could probably heat an entire house as high as her internal thermostat was at the moment. But Chase obviously had a plan, and he was proceeding on course. After grabbing the comforter and sheet, he pulled them back, then lifted her and placed her on the bed. He stared at her for a long moment, as if memorizing every inch of her, before placing his hands on her legs and spreading them wide. His eyes darkened even more, and he sucked in a breath.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Just beautiful.” He stroked a finger up the inside of one thigh and down the other, pausing briefly at her sex to rub the fabric of her panties.
Holly felt completely exposed, despite the tiny piece of fabric covering her, material she knew was soaked with her juices. She licked her lips as she watched him, waiting for what came next, her inner muscles pulsing.
Chase never took his eyes from her as he removed his shoes and the rest of his clothes, his gaze focused on her as if she were the only thing in the world. Shoes and socks first, then his jeans and finally the boxer briefs.
And there he was. Now Holly knew what the phrase “naked glory” meant. The man was absolutely gorgeous, sculpted like a statue, every muscle defined. The same dark blond hair sprinkled on his chest dusted his legs and forearms. Broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips. And there—right there—drawing her attention immediately, was his swollen, engorged cock, proudly erect. The head was a dark purple, with a bead of fluid sitting right at the slit and beneath hung the heavy sac with his balls. She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
Chase’s lips curved in a knowing, hungry smile.
“Yeah, me too.” His gaze raked her from head to toe. “You make my mouth water just looking at you. I want to taste every inch of your body.”
He stretched out beside her, sliding one arm beneat
h her head, his free hand coasting over the curves of her body. A string of kisses along her jawline and neck set every nerve to firing, the blaze accelerated when he nipped that oh so sensitive spot behind her ear. Turning her head toward him, he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss, plunging his tongue inside and sweeping every inner surface with it.
Holly curled her fingers into the hair on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath her touch. His kiss was drugging, exciting all her senses and wiping away everything except the two of them naked, locked in an intimate embrace, surrounded by scorching heat. His tongue lit every nerve in her mouth, the flame racing through the rest of her body. She felt the thick hard length of his shaft against her thigh, the tiny drop of fluid wet against her skin.
She loved the way he smelled, buried her nose against his neck to inhale the essence that was uniquely Chase. She wanted to rub her face all over him and breathe in every inch. Her forehead brushed his smooth-shaven jawline. She wished he had left the day’s stubble so she could feel the slight roughness of it against her skin. Giving in to impulse, she licked the hollow at his throat, loving the delicious flavor of him.
Chase shivered and stroked her arm and her back, sliding his hand down to smooth over the curve of her ass. The heat of his palm as he cupped her curves spread through her body and heated the liquid flooding her sex. He never broke the kiss as he skated his palm around to caress her stomach, sucking her tongue as he trailed fingers up the valley between her breasts. Fingers pinched one hard nipple, taking away what little breath she had left.
Chase lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes blazing.
“God, Holly.” Those two words were heavy with sexual need.
He smoothed her hair back from her face with one of his large hands, letting strands of it sift through his fingers.
“Like silk,” he murmured in a husky voice. “Smooth silk.” He lifted the strands to his nose and sniffed. “And smells so good. Like roses. Love roses.”
She wanted to tell him to get on with things but lying skin to skin with him like this was so erotic she almost didn’t want it to end.
Almost.
At last he moved his head to close his lips over the nipple he’d had just squeezed. He drew it hard into his mouth, the pull of it making her gasp and arch up to him. She twisted her fingers in his hair, anchoring herself as he sucked and tugged, grazing it with his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue. She felt that tug all the way to her core, a shaft of desire blazing through her body. She was so conscious of the press of his cock against her body, hard and thick and hot.
When he had paid extensive attention to the one nipple, he turned his attention to the other, giving it the same intense treatment until she was ready to cry out with the need for him to possess her. She slid one hand down between them, reaching for his shaft, closing her fingers around the velvet-over-steel feel of it. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and Chase sucked in a hard breath, his fingers wrapping around her wrist.
“Easy, easy, easy. I don’t want this to be over before we hardly get started.”
“I want to touch you,” she protested. “Feel you. Hold you.”
“I want that too, but take it slow, okay? Here. I think I can keep you distracted.”
He coasted one hand down her body, nudging aside her grip on his cock and cupping her mound. With agonizing slowness, he slipped one long finger between the folds of her sex, stroking the length of it before coming to rest on her throbbing clit. When he pinched it between thumb and forefinger, she moaned her pleasure, pushing herself into his touch. Then with the same deliberateness, he rubbed the distended nub with a steady rhythm, sending sparks into her wet inner walls.
He stroked slowly, up and down, punctuating his movement with little squeezes and pinches and tugs until she was ready to beg for more. She almost cried with relief when he slipped first one then two fingers inside her, stroking in and out, Holly squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand between them and feeling his wrists hard against her soft flesh.
A soft moan floated from her lips as Chase accelerated the rhythm, adding a third finger.
“Put your leg over mine,” he told her. “Just lift it and ease it over my thigh so I can reach you better.”
When she did he thrust his fingers inside her even deeper, and the pulsing in her womb reverberated throughout her body with greater intensity. Her body was one big throb of need, the accelerated pace of his strokes driving her higher and higher.
“Give me your mouth,” he whispered.
She lifted her face toward his, opened her mouth, and eagerly accepted his tongue when it slid inside. God, his kisses were like the best drugs in the world, hot and sweet and demanding. Nothing existed except this man and his touch and the things he could do to her body.
The climax, which was swirling at the center of her body, began to build in its intensity. The faster he stroked, the more intense it became, her body tossed in a whirlpool of sensation. When he pressed his thumb hard against her clit, it tripped the final switch and her orgasm roared through her like a freight train. She clamped down on his fingers, riding them hard and fast, sucking hard on his tongue, her entire body shaking with spasms as she rode out the storm. On and on it went until at last it slowed and finally stopped, the last of the shivers rippling over her body.
Chase broke the kiss, giving her lips one last swipe of his tongue.
“Feel good, baby?”
Good? Good was too tame a word for what had just happened. Explosive? Off the charts? Out of this world? If she could just catch her breath, she might be able to express herself better.
“Yes.” That was the only word she could get out, as she tried to even out her breath and slow the accelerated beat of her heart.
A soft laugh rumbled from him. “I guess that T-shirt was right.”
Holly actually felt herself blush, heat creeping up her cheeks. “I, uh…”
“Don’t sweat it. It’s all good. Believe me.”
Chase’s body against hers was warm and solid, his voice gentle as he brushed strands of hair from her forehead and murmured soothing words to her. But as she came down from the incredible orgasm, she felt his cock, still thick and hard against her, maybe even thicker and harder. As if he read her mind, Chase took her hand and gently placed it on his shaft.
“This is how hard you make me,” he told her in his deep voice. “Every time we’re together I walk around hard and hurting.”
She opened her eyes wider and stared into his. “You do? I didn’t…”
He grinned. “I know. I didn’t want to advertise it, and it was damn hard not to. But we started out as friends, Holly. That was the deal. I didn’t want to do something to ruin it.”
“But I could do something now,” she told him, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and push herself to her knees.
“Next time.” He cradled her head in his palms, slid his mouth along her jawline, and bit the lobe of her ear. “This is what I want now.”
Before she was even aware of what he was doing, he had turned her over and pulled her to her knees.
“Chase?” she asked in a querulous voice. “What—”
“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s fine. All good. Don’t move.”
She felt him move, climb off the bed, heard the rustle of clothing and the crinkle of foil. ’Kay. Good to know one of them was thinking. Then the mattress dipped and in another moment he was behind her, using his knees to urge her legs farther apart. He smoothed his hands over her ass like he’d done before, and this time he added another touch, a kiss on each cheek. No one had ever done that before, certainly not— No! Not thinking of him tonight. The soft press of his lips was so erotic her entire body went on full alert.
He tested her gently with his fingers, her inner walls automatically flexing around his touch. Then the head of his shaft probed at her entrance, his hands gripped her hips, and he pushed slowly into her hot, wet clasp.
“Jes
us!” he breathed, his fingers tightening on her flesh. “Holy shit.”
She hoped that was good because she was flying. He filled her completely, his shaft hard and hot and thick. Her inner walls clamped down on him as pleasure shot through her. Her nipples, sore from the ministrations of his mouth, ached and throbbed and her breasts felt heavy. She wanted to stay like this forever, yet at the same time she wanted to move, to feel him thrusting in and out.
“So good,” he breathed. “Jesus, Holly. This is just so damn good. You feel like…like… God, like every pleasure I’ve ever dreamed of.”
His words thrilled her, escalating the rush of pleasure.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered just as he began to move.
He held her hips steady as he drove in and out of her, first in a slow, steady rhythm but increasing the pace until she began to push back at him, urging him to move faster, harder. Oh, God! He filled her so completely that she could feel every bit of the drag as he plundered her with his cock. In and out, back and forth, until she lost all sense of self and time. There was only the two of them and this incredible sensual cocoon they were in, where the only thing that existed was this pleasure. These sensations.
It barely registered when he accelerated the pace of his strokes, but then they were rocking together, back and forth, his hands holding her tight to his body. The climax spiraled up from deep inside her, rolling and surging until it spread through her entire body and thundered in the walls of her sex. She barely heard Chase shout, “Now, Holly. Please, God, now.”
The explosion was worthy of the Fourth of July. Every bit of her body shuddered as her inner walls convulsed around him, squeezing him while spasm after spasm shook her body. The pleasure roared as his cock pulsed heavily inside her, the vibrations rocketing through her. She lost all sense of self, feeling only this incredible connection to this man and the whirlpool tossing them around as the orgasm went on and on and on.
