She didn't need to wonder if Chase liked it too as he moved closer to her, his hand still entwined in hers, his lanky legs now pressed against hers.
"Say it again, Emma."
His voice was pleading and desperate, needy of her approval. She couldn't hold that from him.
"I liked kissing you."
The smile that spread across his face made her think that he had conquered something, that he had won some game. But this wasn't a game, and he didn't seem to be playing at something. His smile seemed to have a genuine happiness behind it, but it stirred something in her that was more than happiness. It stirred need and desire and she was pretty sure he could tell by the way he leaned in closer, his breath teasing her cheek.
"I liked kissing you too."
And then he kissed her.
There was no awkwardness this time, only a soft desire against her lips that threatened to bubble over if she didn't hold on to some control. Except she didn't want to control this. She wantedto let go. She wanted to kiss him, harder and bolder to make him understand that she really did like this.
But she also wanted more than this.
Emma grabbed Chase's shoulders and pulled herself close to him, straddling his lap as he made room for her. It was as if she belonged there, as if that's where she was supposed to fit against him, and he made it known that he felt the same way by wrapping his arms around her waist to haul her in.
Those slim-fit sweatpants of his were leaving nothing to the imagination and she could feel how hard she was making him just by sitting on his lap.
Sure, she had made out with men before — and had done much more with them too. There was always something about being in this position with them, the control she had over them, that turned her on. Maybe it was the whole demure librarian thing, maybe it was just the power she could exert over them. But she hadn't been feeling very powerful lately. Everything around her, in fact, seemed to have more power over her.
But sitting here, kissing Chase, being in a position that probably many women wished they were in? That just spurred her on. So she did what she wanted to do, and what she wanted was to have her way with Chase Warwick.
Emma pulled back a little to take in his messed up hair, his swollen red lips, his eyes dark orbs filled with desire. Then she gave him a small sensual smile, her innocent but not that innocentlibrarian smile, and ground her hips against him.
Chase's eyes almost rolled back into his head as a strangled "fuck" passed his lips. "You can't do that again," he murmured.
"You don't want me to do it again?" she asked.
He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Oh, I want you to do that again. Very much. But you can't."
"Why not?"
"Emma." His voice was pleading and desperate so she moved her hips against him again. This time, his hands moved to her waist to still her. "Please don't."
"Tell me why."
She didn't mean for it to sound whiny and desperate. It just came out that way. But she wanted to hear it from him, she had to hear it from him.
"Tell me why, Chase."
She pushed her hips against him harder, feeling his hands become desperate and rough on her body. She kind of liked it.
"Emma, please."
His voice sounded desperate and pleading, as if he was using every ounce of strength he had to control himself. Then he took a deep breath, his eyes staring into hers, his pupils turning dark with desire. Emma liked this version of Chase.
"Fine. If you keep doing that, Emma, I won't be able to stop myself. I'm going to fuck you so hard on this bed that you're going to forget your ownname, and you'll make me forget mine too." His hands eased their grip on her hips just a bit. "So now I'm giving you the choice. You can stop now, I'll go back to my place, we don't have to mention this ever again."
Then he leaned in closer, his breath against her cheek. "Or I make you forget your name with my big fucking cock."
He pulled back again, his eyes on hers, desperate with desire, pleading with her to just tell him to do something.
"I'm yours if you want me, Emma, and I'll leave if you don't."
Nope. Absolutely not. There was no way she was going to let him leave. Not when he was looking at her like that in her bed. Not when he promised her the best fuck of her life.
