Page 76 of Chasin’s Surrender

She made a hungry noise, almost as sexy as her hum, as her nails scored his skin from his navel up to his chest. She stopped to circle his nipples with her fingertips before she flattened her palms and continued her journey over his pecs, neck, and finally coming to stop when she cupped his face.

Her gaze met his and she smiled.

Christ.

Beautiful.

His cock throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of his shorts, but he didn’t move.

“Evie,” he growled when she kept staring at him, not moving.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she sighed. “It’s unnatural how perfect you are. Every part of you.”

The only thing unnatural was how hard his cock was. Chasin couldn’t stop his hips from flexing, seeking relief, and when her hum of appreciation filled his ears and she ground down, he nearly lost his control.

“Baby, I’m not sure what you’ve got in mind, but you got two seconds to roll off me before I take over.”

“You put me up here,” she reminded him, but didn’t roll off.

Indeed he had. Now he was seeing his mistake, or rather he felt it as his cock painfully pulsed to the fast beat of his heart.

The need that clawed at him would’ve freaked him out if it was any other woman but Genevieve. The all-consuming hunger to be connected to his woman, to feel her, taste her, touch her, seared through him.

Time’s up.

He flipped them over and Genevieve gave a squeak of surprise. He rolled first so he could yank her panties off and do the same with his shorts. Then he rolled again, hovering over her, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand went between her legs.

All of this happened fast. So fast, he watched her startled expression melt to hunger when his finger dipped into her wetness.

“Chasin,” she moaned and her hips jolted.

His gaze dropped to where his hand was working between her legs. He watched his finger come out coated in her excitement before he roughly pushed back in. His eyes went back to hers, and when they locked, he felt his cock weep.

Need shone so bright on her pretty face his mind went to war—slow things down, speed them up, worship, or fuck into oblivion. Genevieve solved his dilemma when she hooked her leg around his back, dug her heel in, and with a groan declared, “I might die if you’re not inside of me in two seconds.”

His finger dislodged, his hand went to his cock, and he guided the tip to her entrance. Without hesitation, he lunged in, hard and fast.

Fuck, finally.

Genevieve’s heat surrounded his cock, her hum filled his ears, her arms wound around his lats, and she pulled him closer.

Connected—hip to chest, body and soul, heart to heart. He was buried deep in her wet pussy, the feel of it so hot it was scorching—better than he remembered. Better, because this time they were real. There was nothing between them. He was free to love her, all of her. And she was free to be who she was.

When the overwhelming urge to blow began to subside, he started to move. Driving down hard, withdrawing, only to have her pussy clamp down tighter, sucking him back in.

Perfect.

“More,” she purred.

Chasin lowered his head, shoved it into the crook of her neck, bared his teeth, and bit down. Wetness flooded. He quickly licked away the sting of his bite, gave her a few more nibbles, then lifted his head enough to ask, “How hard you want it, baby?”

“Hard.”

“How are you gonna earn that, Genevieve?”

As fast as she could manage, her hands were in his hair and she was yanking his head away from her neck and her mouth was on his. Fuck yeah, she remembered exactly how to earn what she wanted. And what she wanted was rough and wild—that was his Genevieve. He let her control the kiss long enough for him to get his hand under the tee she was wearing, cup her breast, then roll her nipple until she gasped when he give it a sharp tug.

Then he took over, demanding she give him what he wanted—her complete surrender. Their tongues tangled and glided. The taste of her filled an emptiness he never knew he had, a craving, a deep desire to own and cherish. Chasin had never had the impulse to fully dominate anyone. He knew what he liked and had no problem guiding the woman he was with there. But with Evie it was more than an impulse, it was instinct.