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He carried her inside and kicked the door shut so hard that the house shook. A laugh burst out of her, more than a little hysterically, but he didn’t pause in his tongue assault long enough to join in on the hilarity. After a minute or two of their wet, hot duel, she didn’t remember what she’d found funny. Ever, in the whole of her life.
“Bed,” he said, and she could only bob her head frantically like the bobblehead she was pretty sure he’d dropped. “Where?”
“I don’t know. I have to look for it.”
It took a minute, but he finally pulled back and cocked open one eye. “You don’t know where your bed is?”
“Huh?”
A smile crept across his lips, curling them up in that smug grin she loved best. “Your bedroom, Summer. Where is it?”
She blinked dazedly before taking a slow look around. Oh yeah, this was her foyer. Her house. She remembered this place, vaguely. “Upstairs. Second door on the right.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her along, taking the stairs two at a time. At the top of them, he pushed her against the wall and gripped her wrists, pressing his groin into hers with an insistence that left no doubts about his intentions. She angled upward and nipped his chin hard enough to make him groan. “I can’t be gentle. I want to give you that tenderness, always,” he said into her hair, stirring the heavy curls. “But right now I can’t. I need to pin you down and fuck you like tomorrow isn’t going to come. And I need to know you can handle it.”
“No.” When he didn’t move back, she spoke more loudly to compensate for the thunderous beat of her heart. “No.”
He lifted his head and caught her in his hot, glittering gaze. “No?”
“No. Tomorrow is going to come, and we’re going to see it together. If we do this, it’s not some furtive quick thing in the dark. I’m going to climb on top of you and ride you slow. So slow you can’t imagine living one moment of your life without me by your side.”
His lips lifted on one side. “Baby, it’s daylight.” He stroked her cheek. “No dark.”
She blinked. Frowned. “Oh. Right.”
“And in case you forgot, we did it the first time in a well-lit dressing room. I saw every bit of you. The freckles here.” He rubbed her left shoulder, nudging aside the bra strap under her blouse. “The tiny mole here.” The thumb of his other hand caressed the strip of her belly below her navel. “Your beautiful breasts.” His lips claimed the tip of one and he pulled it wetly through the cotton.
A sigh slipped out against her will. Another tug of his mouth broke that will entirely. Her surrender to him was inevitable, each freaking time. And she loved every minute.
“Your pretty pink pussy,” he murmured, bringing up his knee to rub the apex of her thighs.
This time when she moaned, she craved the sound. She needed him to know what he did to her, to understand how she burned for him. She seized his ponytail, freeing the silky golden strands from their band. She’d never seen his hair that long. She wanted to pull on it while he entered her, fast and hard.
Screw slow. They’d save that for round two.
With her other hand, she grabbed the sizeable bulge in his jeans, stroking him without compunction. “I want this in my mouth.” She rubbed her kiss-swollen lips over
his, smiling at his rapid intake of breath. “I’m going to suck you until you scream my name.” She pushed him down the hall toward her bedroom. Over the threshold, across the carpeted floor. His legs bumped her bed and she went to work on his belt. “Until you’re so hoarse you can’t.”
“I’m supposed to refuse this,” he muttered, sounding as dazed as if he’d been hit by the business end of a hammer. “Right? Ladies first.”
“Good thing for you I ain’t no lady.” She grinned and pushed him back on the bed. He collapsed like she’d toppled him from a great height, and curiously enough, fell backward with his legs oh so slightly spread.
God, she adored this man.
She helped him tug off his shirt and took a minute to admire his ripped torso. Ripped everything. She unlaced his boots and dispatched them and his socks before tugging on his zipper and freeing him from his boxers and jeans. His cock curved into her grip, even harder and thicker than she remembered. “Tell me what you want. Leave no doubt in my mind,” she murmured against the damp head of him, her lips rubbing his flesh, her voice humming over his skin.
He stared at her through the tangle of his hair, not even taking the time to sweep it back. She was his entire focus. “I want you.”
Her mouth was around him before he’d said the last word.
His salty flavor hit her taste buds as the arousing weight of his length slid over her tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the base and kneaded his thigh with her other hand, digging into his taut muscles. When she had a better command on his size with her mouth, she let him go to tickle his balls. Playfully at first, using her nails. Gripping them in her palm when he groaned and reflexively thrust deeper. She could tell he was holding back, not wanting to push too hard. So she relaxed her throat and eased him farther, doing her level best not to choke. That would totally ruin the sexy moment.
She shifted from teasing his sac to caressing the base of his erection, finally taking hold of him in a firm, unyielding clasp. The untamed heave of his hips nearly made her come. Well, after she almost blacked out. The guy was huge. All over. But minus that pesky little detail, his urgency turned her on big-time. That he responded so aggressively to her touch made her want to blow his mind even more.
To give herself something else to focus on, she slipped her other hand under her skirt and into her panties. She didn’t mean to moan. Truly. But her clit needed more attention than she’d guessed and one press of her thumb was all it took to have her gasping around his cock.
Chase leaned up, his sleepy eyes going sharp. “You’re touching yourself?”
