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I’ve only slept with two men, and neither of them ever made me feel like this—so turned on that I might combust without his touch. Even though he claims to not sleep around, I’m sure he has way more experience than I do.
Not to mention, Chase is beautiful, from his serious face to his hard muscles.
Chase slinks toward me, his movements unhurried. He looks like a predator stalking his prey, but I’ve made it clear I have no intention of running.
After stopping in front of me, he lightly tugs at the hem of my shirt, his fingertips dancing along my skin.
My stomach jumps, instantly reacting to his touch. A small moan escapes from between my lips, and his eyes go dark with lust.
I reach my fingers out to the ink on his arm, finally seeing it in its entirety. It’s a tree that wraps around his shoulder and slightly down his back.
“Knowing I can only have you for the night and nothing more—well, it kind of makes me feel like a dirtbag,” he says.
“No promises, remember?”
His hand is now splayed on my side, hip bone to bra line. His large palm is rough against my skin. I enjoy the feel as I reach my hand up to trace the line of facial hair along his jaw.
My breaths are coming out short and shallow, panting in anticipation at feeling that scruff against my face, down my neck, hopefully along every inch of my body.
When I stop at his chin, he reaches up to cradle my hand in both of his, taking his time nipping and kissing each fingertip.
Oh, dear god.
No man has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me now, and I’m not even sure how to handle it. How can a near stranger make me feel so desired and cherished before having even kissed me?
Luckily, I’m so mesmerized by his dark eyes that mine aren’t rolling back into my head. The possessed look probably wouldn’t do anything for his libido, and I’d rather not test the theory.
Feeling brave, I wrap my hands around his corded neck, using him for leverage to raise myself on my tiptoes. Having spent all night in my heeled boots, I didn’t realize how tall he was. Pairing that with his hard frame, I feel so small and womanly in his arms, which only adds fuel to my need for him.
It feels like a lifetime before my lips meet his, but when they do, every thought escapes my brain. I’ve forgotten the magic behind a first kiss, and I’ve never even experienced one as a grown woman. A woman who knows what a kiss like this will lead to.
His hands tighten around my middle, fingertips digging into my flesh. Tentatively, my tongue snakes out to tease his lower lip. He releases a primal growl into my mouth, which I take as permission to delve deeper. Suddenly, my hands are everywhere.
In this moment, I come alive.
Every feeling of inadequacy and hesitation just drifts away. His touch makes me feel like a goddess, like a goddamn queen ready to be worshipped.
I want to touch every inch of him, feel every hard plane under my softness, and in turn, give him every piece of me.
He seems to be just as lost in the kiss as I am. He raises me onto the dining room table while my legs wrap around his middle. His hard length is pressing into my stomach, and I shimmy my body back until he’s right where I want him.
The second he connects to my center, fire shoots through me. His tongue and teeth travel down my throat as I rock against him and moan in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls, tugging on my hair to give him better access to my neck.
Sweet baby Jesus. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
The zipper of my jeans is painful, but I don’t stop grinding against him. If anything, it only heightens the incredible sensation between us.
Without warning, he starts to move back, but I pull him tighter toward me. I’m not ready for him to put a stop to this delicious torture.
“Addison,” he manages to say between kisses. I pretend I don’t hear him and continue my perusal of his mouth, desperate for more.
Suddenly, he pulls away, taking his warmth with him. A rush of cold air hits me, and I snap my eyes open.
“Damn it, Chase. Don’t you dare walk away from me again,” I mutter. I’m still splayed out, legs wide, chest heaving.
He chuckles. “I just wanted to know which room you were staying in so I can strip you down and devour every inch of your body without interruption.”
Unable to form actual words, I point at the ceiling, and in two seconds flat, he’s hoisted me up by my ass and is heading up the stairs.
