AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Intense.
And all of those emotions were focused directly on…me.
I swallowed hard as I tried to get my emotions under control.
Chase Durand could make me feel like a wicked temptress with a single look, and I’d never felt this way before.
I’d never hadanyguy look at me like this, much less the one that really mattered the most.
God, it was no wonder I was so damn happy that it was almost scary.
“How in the hell are we going to make those reservations on time?” he asked.
“You know you hate to be late,” I reminded him teasingly.
Unless otherwise stated, Chase was always ridiculously prompt, like he still expected himself to arrive on the dot, give or take thirty seconds.
“I’m not sure I give a shit today,” he said as he lowered his head to kiss me.
The embrace was demanding and sensual, a claiming of my mouth and lips like they belonged to him.
Just the kind of kiss that made me half crazy, and he knew it.
His hands moved down my lower back to my ass. He pulled my body against his with a forceful tug so I could feel exactly how much he wanted me.
“Chase,” I whimpered as he released my mouth.
“Turn around and put your hands on the dresser, Vanna,” he demanded as he moved back a step. “Stay there and don’t move.”
My nipples hardened until it was almost painful, and incendiary heat flooded between my thighs.
I immediately recognized his tone, and it almost sent me melting into a puddle at his feet.
There were times when Chase really wanted to be in control in the bedroom, and I certainly didn’t mind how bossy he got. It aroused and captivated me, and I trusted him completely.
I trembled with anticipation as I started to turn, stepping forward so I could bend over.
The dresser was actually a sleek, contemporary gray table with drawers that sat lower to the ground than most normal dressers.
My rear end was almost even with my shoulders by the time my palms hit the surface.
I let out an audible sigh as his hands moved over my ass, up my back, and then underneath me until he was cupping my breasts through the material of my dress.
I bit back a moan as he found my nipples and pinched just enough to send a needy jolt through my entire body.
“Chase,” I whispered desperately.
“Do you know how long it took for my cock to get hard when I saw you come out of that bathroom?” he asked in a graveled voice.
“No,” I squeaked as he began to pluck the hardened peaks over and over again.
“A millisecond,” he informed me before stopping his sensual assault and moving his hands to right above my knees where the hem of my dress rested. “That’s exactly how long it takes for my dick to get hard whenever I see you.”
The small amount of spandex in my dress stretched as he lifted it slowly up my thighs and over my ass.
At that moment, I was vulnerable, but completely unafraid.
Chase cared about nothing but my satisfaction, and I already knew he’d take care of that…after he had me so worked up I was begging.
