Overdrive TheLookOfLove June14 by Bella Andre Page B

enjoyed their pleasure as much as his own. But Chloe’s response—and his need for her—was different from that of any other woman he’d been with.
    He ran his tongue over her skin again and the softly desperate sound she made had him moving his hand from where he’d been cupping her neck down to a thin, silky strap on her shoulder. She was soft, so damn soft that he almost lost the thread of what he was doing, but then she took a deep, shaking breath, her breasts moving against his chest, swelling up beneath the top of her dress.
    And he remembered exactly why he needed to slide the strap off her lovely skin.
    A picture of her breasts—water from the bathtub beading and sliding over her soft flesh—was forever imprinted on his brain. And now that he was just seconds away from touching, tasting them, Chase could barely get his hands to work right.
    He needed to get the straps off.
    And then, silk was sliding down over her shoulders and he didn’t even need to give her dress a yank, because Chloe was two steps ahead of him, lifting her arms from the confines of her dress and shimmying her upper body so that the bodice slipped one inch, and then another, and then one more still, until— holy hell, he’d never desired anyone this much —her nipples popped out from beneath the thin fabric.
    Chase froze as he drank her in. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, beautifully natural in the way they lay against her chest.
    And her nipples were cherry red, just like her sweet mouth, and tipped up to him with desire.
    Finally coming unstuck, but still utterly mesmerized, his hands warred with his mouth for the pleasure of being the first to touch her.
    His hands won by a hair as he reached out to cup her breasts.
    “Oh God. Chase.”
    He tore his gaze away from her breasts, from the contrast of her pale skin against his tanned fingers, to see that she was staring intently at exactly the same thing. Her eyes lifted to his a moment later and the look in them had him dropping his mouth to hers again, her breasts still in his hands.
    Their kiss took on a different sheen this time, the desperation for each other kicking up another notch. Chloe was rubbing her breasts harder against his hands, almost as if she were begging for something.
    For more.
    “Watch, Chloe.” Pulling back from her mouth, he trained his gaze back on her breasts as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Look how responsive you are to my touch.”
    She whimpered as he caressed the taut flesh again, harder this time, and then again. Her skin puckered beneath his thumb.
    “Please.”
    He barely heard her request, the sound more a breath than a word, but he needed the exact same thing she did.
    Chase bent his head down and she arched her back to make herself more available to him. In one smooth motion, he laved his tongue over her nipple. A part of him wanted to spend the rest of his time there, with his tongue on her breasts, running it across every inch of her soft skin, over both peaks.
    But his lips, his teeth, had other ideas, and it was barely a moment later that he was closing his mouth down over her nipple, swirling his tongue over her even as his teeth lightly scraped the rigid flesh.
    She made a soft moan, then, that had him throbbing dangerously in his jeans.
    There was nothing feigned about her response. Chloe was pure sensuality, just as he’d known she would be. He’d watched her come in the bathtub, and yet, being a part of that pleasure tonight, being the reason she was drowning in desire, put what he’d been feeling for her in another stratosphere entirely.
    They’d talked about being friends—she’d told him how much she needed that—but he’d spent the last twenty-four hours in a constant state of arousal for her, and he couldn’t stop himself from bunching her skirt up his hands and running one hand up her bare thigh.
    Turning his attention to her other breast, his mouth closed down over the peak just as his fingers found her