Overdrive TheLookOfLove June14 by Bella Andre Page A

bed.
    Alone.
    But he obviously wasn’t strong enough to do any of that. All he could do was say her name. And want her more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything in his whole life.
    “Chloe.”
    Her full lips parted slightly at the sound of her name. For the first time, she wasn’t trying to hide her desire from him.
    “It’s inevitable, isn’t it?”
    Hell yes, it was. But he couldn’t put words in her mouth. Not now.
    “What’s inevitable?” Each word was raw. Husky.
    Her eyes dropped to his mouth.
    “This kiss.”

Chapter Seven
    As Chloe threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to hers, it took every ounce of control Chase possessed to keep his hands on the rail.
    But when her lips touched his, just a whisper of a kiss...his control was lost.
    He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, but it was a straight shot from the rail to her lower back and the curve of her hips.
    Her mouth was so soft, so damn sweet, as she pressed one kiss after another against his lips. If he could, he would have prolonged the gentle exploration. But he’d been waiting too damn long for this kiss. Running one hand up her spine, he cupped the back of her neck and held her captive beneath him while he tasted her.
    She gasped against his mouth, and somewhere in the back of his head he started to wonder if he was hurting her. And then he felt it: Her tongue coming out to stroke against his.
    Jesus, he’d thought about this moment a thousand times in the past twenty-four hours, but nothing he’d come up with, nothing he’d envisioned in his fantasies, even came close to the reality of how soft, how sweet, how sensual kissing Chloe really was.
    Chase had always loved kissing. To his surprise, most women liked to rush past that part of their sensual dance. But as far as he was concerned, a kiss could be just as good as full-blown sex.
    Better, even.
    Especially when he was kissing Chloe.
    He could spend hours on her mouth and, judging by the way she was kissing him back, he had a feeling she would be up for exactly that.
    Slowly stroking his tongue against hers, he reveled in the taste of her, the feel of her, the little moans of pleasure she was making as they connected so intimately. Pulling back slightly, he gently sucked her lower lip in between his teeth for a nip, being sure to give her upper lip the same treatment.
    And then their tongues were back at it until she did the same to his mouth, tasting, taking, nipping, biting his flesh so perfectly.
    “Chloe.” He groaned her name against her lips and she licked across his before looking at him, flushed and lovely and awash with desire.
    “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
    The innocence of her words, the look on her face—like she’d just experienced heaven—had him taking her lips again. Devouring them.
    Chase didn’t have any idea how long they kissed like a man and a woman who were starving for each other, but all the while he was intensely aware of the soft press of her breasts against his chest, her nipples peaked and aroused, along with the sexy curve of her hips where he was holding her against him. He was torn between continuing to kiss her and tasting his way down her incredible body.
    Just then she shifted slightly in his arms, pressing her breasts and hips even closer into him, and the decision was taken away from him.
    He’d been blessed enough to see her beautiful naked skin when he’d walked in on her in the bathtub the previous evening. But he hadn’t been able to touch her. He hadn’t been able to run his tongue over her. He hadn’t been able to kiss every dip and curve.
    Now, he could have all that.
    Chase began to run kisses over her face, across her cheekbones, over her chin, down to her neck. He licked into the hollow of her collarbones and felt her weight come more firmly against him, as if she could barely hold herself up.
    Chase had learned early on how to elicit a sensual response from women and he’d always