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“Chase,” I plead.
He moves his hands to my bikini line before lifting his gaze to mine. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”
“Kiss me,” I ask.
There’s no smirk or even the slightest appreciation for what I’m asking. “Okay. Where?”
I frown.
He dips to kiss my lips—it’s quick, but slightly more than a peck. “Here?”
“Um…yes?”
He squeezes my ass, making me clench. “Or somewhere else?”
I work up the courage to ask what I want.
Courage I never had before.
Until he told me it was okay. Until he started insisting I fight for what I want.
“Make me come again.”
He pulls me hard against his mouth in the kiss I’ve been dying for since we stepped in here. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He soaks my loofa and squeezes it over my shoulders, rinsing me of soap and dirt. When he’s done, he hangs it back on the hook and presses me to the wall. “I knew you’d want more.” He lifts my hands over my head, then slides his down and cups me from behind.
I squirm and whimper. His other hand slides down my side. “I’ve been counting on it.”
I moan with every hot touch of his hands. “Oh God.”
He stops suddenly. “Promise me. Promise me you won’t run from me, Pepper.”
“Are you crazy?” I breathe.
“Insane,” he admits before hungrily crashing his lips over mine. His fingers dip into my center, finding my clit and giving it a stroke.
I gasp.
Then a pull.
I squirm.
Finally, he pumps and twists those fingers in that familiar way that made me wild just the other night.
I could die from this much pleasure. And I haven’t even come yet.
He fingers me leisurely. Too soft. Too gentle. He’s holding back on me. Toying with me or just…going easy?
“Harder. More. Please, Chase.”
I want it to hurt. I want to scream from the pain and pleasure. I want to feel him. Only him.
He nips at my chin then shushes me. “I’m not teasing you, baby. I’m not trying to make you beg. If this is the only time you’re going to let me make you come tonight, I’m making it last.”
“You have me. I’m yours all night. Please make me come, King. I want you to own me.” Shamelessly, I rock against him.
His lip quirks. “A king doesn’t own his queen. He worships her.”
