apartment door, leaving us in the small alcove entrance flanked with floor to ceiling windows that let in an aura of intimacy. The charm of the space I loved, I cursed. The soft illumination did little to hide my jumble of excited nerves. Without hesitation, Chase pulled me around until I was facing him. He tipped my chin up for the second time tonight, demanding our eyes meet. One lock with his silver crystal gaze, I was gone. Totally freaking gone.
He leaned his strong back against the door and snaked both hands into his pockets. His signature stance was my undoing. He ... was ... stunning. His intensity dissipated before my eyes, replaced by something else, something primal. He bit his lower lip and roamed hungrily, landing below the hem of my short summer skirt. My bare legs felt weak. I backed up against the window, accepting its support, while my monstrosity of a bag slipped off my shoulder with a thud. Neither one of us blinked.
“Lil. You are so fucking beautiful.” Each word was punctuated, his gaze plagued with desire. My mind was fuzzy, but my body was frenzied. His sentiment completely melted my hesitation. I couldn’t explain it, but I wasn’t afraid. I was greedy for his touch.
He closed the gap between us. His strong arms enveloped my body, pinning me against the window. His lips lowered to mine, devouring me like a predator claiming his prey. His tongue took ownership of my mouth ... sucking, licking and exploring every inch.
Palming my ass, he pulled me against his rigid cock that strained against his zipper. It was huge.
“Wrap me up,” he whispered.
I moaned at the loss of his mouth. He lifted me with ease, as if I was a feather, and I wrapped my legs around his tight waist. Suspended, his strong hands mercilessly stroked the back of my sensitive thighs. He ran his tongue up my jawline to my ear. Every part of my being quivered and I was lost in him.
“Chase, please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. My comfort with his dominance surprised me. My arms draped across his chiseled shoulders, and I buried my hands in his unruly hair, pulling and coaxing him on.
He lunged one thigh forward rubbing perfectly against the spot I needed him most. My loose skirt was nonexistent, wrinkled at my waist and exposing my thin black thong. Drenched. I had never been so sexually achy and needy in my whole life. My ravenous lips smashed back into his. My tongue reveled in his warmth. I never wanted this feeling to end. The heat of his fingertips trailed the skin of my lower back, jolting me forward. He lifted the edge of my tank, sending the silk fabric floating to the floor.
“Fuck, Lili.” His hungry eyes focused on my black lace bra. “So sweet and perfect.”
He traced the lines of my swollen breasts before gripping and squeezing one into his mouth. My nipple instantly tightened into a hard bud as he swirled his tongue over the thin fabric.
My back arched in response. “Mmmm.”
“You like that?” He turned to worship the other breast.
“Mm-hmm.”
I ran my hands down the front of his hard chest, longing to feel closer. His dark blue dress shirt separated us. It had to go. Now . I needed skin on skin contact more than I needed air.
My fingers couldn’t coordinate fast enough. I made it two buttons down, when his mouth released my aching breast. With one hand, he tugged his shirt open and the buttons ricocheted against the windows. I pushed the ruined cloth over his muscular shoulders, unveiling all things chiseled. This man had the body of a god.
I’d dreamt of his bronzed, built chest since he ripped his blood-soaked scrub top off, the day we first kissed. I had imagined running my hands over his tight abs and caressing his tight pecs. I waited no longer.
Selfishly, my palms ran over every defined muscle, spending extra time tracing his mysterious tattoo along the edge of his ribs. Better than I imagined. This man is sexy.
I
He leaned his strong back against the door and snaked both hands into his pockets. His signature stance was my undoing. He ... was ... stunning. His intensity dissipated before my eyes, replaced by something else, something primal. He bit his lower lip and roamed hungrily, landing below the hem of my short summer skirt. My bare legs felt weak. I backed up against the window, accepting its support, while my monstrosity of a bag slipped off my shoulder with a thud. Neither one of us blinked.
“Lil. You are so fucking beautiful.” Each word was punctuated, his gaze plagued with desire. My mind was fuzzy, but my body was frenzied. His sentiment completely melted my hesitation. I couldn’t explain it, but I wasn’t afraid. I was greedy for his touch.
He closed the gap between us. His strong arms enveloped my body, pinning me against the window. His lips lowered to mine, devouring me like a predator claiming his prey. His tongue took ownership of my mouth ... sucking, licking and exploring every inch.
Palming my ass, he pulled me against his rigid cock that strained against his zipper. It was huge.
“Wrap me up,” he whispered.
I moaned at the loss of his mouth. He lifted me with ease, as if I was a feather, and I wrapped my legs around his tight waist. Suspended, his strong hands mercilessly stroked the back of my sensitive thighs. He ran his tongue up my jawline to my ear. Every part of my being quivered and I was lost in him.
“Chase, please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. My comfort with his dominance surprised me. My arms draped across his chiseled shoulders, and I buried my hands in his unruly hair, pulling and coaxing him on.
He lunged one thigh forward rubbing perfectly against the spot I needed him most. My loose skirt was nonexistent, wrinkled at my waist and exposing my thin black thong. Drenched. I had never been so sexually achy and needy in my whole life. My ravenous lips smashed back into his. My tongue reveled in his warmth. I never wanted this feeling to end. The heat of his fingertips trailed the skin of my lower back, jolting me forward. He lifted the edge of my tank, sending the silk fabric floating to the floor.
“Fuck, Lili.” His hungry eyes focused on my black lace bra. “So sweet and perfect.”
He traced the lines of my swollen breasts before gripping and squeezing one into his mouth. My nipple instantly tightened into a hard bud as he swirled his tongue over the thin fabric.
My back arched in response. “Mmmm.”
“You like that?” He turned to worship the other breast.
“Mm-hmm.”
I ran my hands down the front of his hard chest, longing to feel closer. His dark blue dress shirt separated us. It had to go. Now . I needed skin on skin contact more than I needed air.
My fingers couldn’t coordinate fast enough. I made it two buttons down, when his mouth released my aching breast. With one hand, he tugged his shirt open and the buttons ricocheted against the windows. I pushed the ruined cloth over his muscular shoulders, unveiling all things chiseled. This man had the body of a god.
I’d dreamt of his bronzed, built chest since he ripped his blood-soaked scrub top off, the day we first kissed. I had imagined running my hands over his tight abs and caressing his tight pecs. I waited no longer.
Selfishly, my palms ran over every defined muscle, spending extra time tracing his mysterious tattoo along the edge of his ribs. Better than I imagined. This man is sexy.
I
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