Page 68 of The Runaway


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He dips his face to mine. It’s intense, the proximity. The desire in his gaze. The unspoken promise he’s making.

He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s rude to not start with the lips; these lips,” he says with a grin.

But I’m not laughing. My chest heats with this crazy chemistry between us. I’m still as he brushes his lips across mine. It’s sexy and slow.

And then our bodies ignite. He presses me hard against the wall, devouring my mouth, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. Much like our relationship, there’s nothing delicate about this kiss. It’s deep and long and rough. He’s claiming me, taking control. Letting me know what it’s like to be with him.

And I’m not deterred.

“Pepper,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I whimper in response

“I’m going to need you to stay very quiet.”

“Sure think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

He chuckles, and I jerk with a loud gasp as his finger sweeps my wet center.

“Now as I was saying,” he continues, “be quiet.”

I nod as heat pools between my legs with no place to go.

“Turn around.”

“W—are you sure?”

“Are you?” he asks.

With a sigh, I twist to face the wall. He lowers himself to my ass and growls a curse of praise before he bites on the bottom of one cheek, just above my thigh.

He stands to his full height, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. “So gorgeous. It’s too bad I can’t smack this ass right now. Teach you a lesson for all the sassiness you’ve been feeding me over the last week.”

“Oh,” I yelp as his fingers dip into my pussy from behind. He strokes and pumps hard. Fuck. Me. I’m going to come. I moan and immediately press my lips together and my forehead against the wall, letting him own me for these few minutes. “Chase—I’m—” Gripping my neck, he twists me slightly and crushes my mouth to his, muffling my scream as I come hard on his fingers.

I’m panting and sweaty and completely breathless as he pulls his fingers out.

“Now turn around.”

I comply, but let my head fall back on the wall. Chase wraps a hand around my thigh and lifts my leg, tossing it over his shoulder as he drops to his knees. Another glorified curse. “You’re perfect and so ready for me.”

I can’t speak. I have no words. Am I supposed to? Does this dirty talk thing work both ways? I’m not used to it.

He sweeps his tongue over my clit.

“Oh God.”

“So slick and hot.”

Sparks shoot up my legs, my spine, my arms, my mind spinning as he strokes me with his tongue, nipping, flicking and then pumping expertly.

I clench and throw my hand over my mouth, muffling a cry.

He pulls away slightly to look up at me. “Baby.” He takes my hands. “I want you to snake these fingers into my hair and rock against me when it feels right.”

I nod vigorously. “When?”

He smirks. “You’ll know when.”

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