Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“And you think that will help things how?” I ask, struggling to keep a clear mind. “Because I’m pretty sure we agreed when we weren’t alone, and I wasn’t on your lap, not knowing how the other person tastes is our best route to success.”
“Respectfully, I think we were wrong.” He leans so close that his mouth almost touches mine. The heat of his breath takes mine away. “Because how you taste is all I can fucking think about.”
I whimper as I sag into him. It takes everything I have not to grab his face and drag his mouth onto mine. But I don’t. Because somewhere in my almost thirty years of life, I’ve gathered some form of self-control.
Who knew?
“I leave in three weeks,” I say. “I guess giving in once can’t hurt.”
“Oh, sweetheart. If I give in once, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my mouth off you.”
“Except when Kennedy is around?” I ask, almost panting.
He nods, lifting his hips against me. Easy, Chase, or I might come from this.
“Then I have one question, Mr. Marshall.”
“What’s that?”
“Why aren’t you on me already?” I ask with more confidence than I possess.
He bucks against me harder. Ooh.
“Ask me nicely.” He smirks. “I need to know exactly what you want.”
I lift on my knees so I’m kneeling over his lap. Holding his face in my hands, I grin. “Fuck me, Chase.”
His smile is sinful. “My pleasure.”
Chapter Nineteen
Megan
“It better be my pleasure, too,” I say moments before his mouth crashes on top of mine.
I moan against his lips. He smiles against mine.
One hand goes to the back of my head, holding me against him. The other slides under my ass and rocks me back and forth over his dick.
A flurry of explosions rips through me, and I feel like I might actually combust.
His kisses aren’t frenzied. They’re slow. Deliberate. Each swipe of his tongue, every press of his lips, is intentional. It’s as if we have all night.
Because we do.
My fingers wind through his hair. My nails dig roughly along his scalp. He sucks in a hasty breath but then kisses me harder.
His hand cups my jaw, holding me to him when I try to pull back. His eyes open, staring into mine with an intensity that I feel pooling inside me until he gets his fill from my mouth.
Finally, he nips my bottom lip and lets me go.
I pull my head back, desperate for a breath of air. He kisses across my jawline and down my neck.
“We’re really doing this?” I ask, grinding my pussy against him. He lifts his hips, and I grind harder.
The contact is a double-edged sword—giving me the promise of the relief to come but keeping it out of reach.
“We’re doing this,” he says as his hands go to my chest, “until you tell me to stop.”
“For the love of everything—don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckles, dragging my shirt over my head with a flourish. His eyes sparkle with dark mischief. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon, sweetheart.”
“Chase Marshall, for the first time since we met, I can’t argue with you.”
His smile grows wider as he pulls me into his chest. He works quickly to unfasten my bra. When I lean back, his eyes are glued to my darkened nipples pointing through the white lace fabric. Slowly, I shimmy the straps down my arms and let the material fall between us on our laps.
The cool air licks at my exposed skin. It’s a stark contrast from the heat building in my core, and the juxtaposition makes me shiver.
Chase palms my breasts and then rolls my nipples in his fingers. Each flick of a thumb against the sensitive flesh sends another wave of need between my legs.
He lowers his head, gaze holding mine, and sucks one sensitive bud into his mouth. My head falls back, my hair dusting my shoulders, as I moan his name into the night.
“Chase,” I say, gasping as the tip of his tongue swirls around my nipple.
He chuckles against me. The vibrations reverberate in every inch of my overwhelmed body.
“You’re being awfully quiet,” he says, nipping my other breast. “You usually won’t shut up, and now you only know my name.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Strangely, I might be.”
“Oh, do you like me now?”
He grins. “I’m beginning to like your mouth more and more.”
I hold his face in my hands and kiss him. This time, I’m in control. I explore his mouth with my tongue and nibble on his lip. I suck his tongue and make him react by digging his hands into my hips.
I slide off him and get to my feet. His eyes go wide as I urge him to stand. He complies without a fight, although he’s obviously confused by my abrupt change in plans. Once he’s standing, I slowly slide my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and push the fabric down his legs. His confusion abruptly switches to all-out desire.