So he used them plenty.
Doing this in the back of the club was a mistake. He didn’t care. If he didn’t get a taste of her, he’d go crazy with wanting it. And he couldn’t afford that distraction, not when her safety was under his care. This was the most expeditious route to making sure she was protected. Once this was out of his system, he could focus on what was important.
He wished for a bed. For somewhere he could at least lay her out and do her right. She deserved that and more. Since he didn’t have that, he’d do the best he could within the current limitations.
Easing back, he drew the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Slow. So slow. Her eyes shut, lashes fluttering. His hands stilled and her eyes flew open to lock on his. In their hazy blue depths was permission—hell, a command—for him to continue. He flicked the front clasp and the fabric popped open enough for him to see the pale breasts that had tormented his memories since a few weeks ago. “Jesus.” The word burst out of him at the glimpse of her nipples, already hard and distended.
Looking wasn’t enough. He had to touch. He slipped his hands under the fabric to cup them, to test their weight while her glossy, wet lips parted on a soundless moan. His thumbs circled the tight crests and her pulse visibly beat in her throat as he drew his tongue down the valley between them before slicking beneath one curved swell. He licked upward, seizing a nipple between his teeth, plucking at the other with all of the urgency she inspired and none of the finesse he’d learned over the years. As far as he was concerned, he’d never loved another before this minute, because no one else had ever gazed at him with such overwhelming trust in their eyes.
He could fuck this up—was even fucking it up right now, by making it happen at all—and she would follow his lead. He’d never had anyone trust him like that before. Never knew how much it would mean.
His fingers grew restless and he swirled his tongue, drawing more of her into his mouth. His stubble roughed a pink path over her flesh and he regretted the flush even as he exalted in it. He liked the look of him on her skin. Would love even more making her his when he pushed his way into her body.
If she heard his thoughts right then, she’d call him a caveman. And she would be right.
“Chase.” He glanced up at her whisper and unintentionally tugged harder on her nipple at the fever-brightness of her face. A whimper escaped her and he rubbed the other pebbled tip, squeezing her perfect breast in his palm. She moved her hips restlessly, stirring against his groin until the insistent throb in his cock turned into actual pain. “Too much.”
To his way of thinking, too much wasn’t even close to enough. Not when it came to sucking on her sweet nipples or caressing her silky skin or nipping her flesh to leave behind marks that aroused something primal deep inside him. He lost himself in the act of pleasuring her, vaguely aware of music starting up out on stage. The driving rock rhythm shook the floor as he ratcheted up the pressure, focusing one hundred percent of his attention on the beautiful tits in his grasp. In his mouth.
She cried out and he glanced up at the soft thud of her head on the mirror. The row of lights highlighted the sheen of sweat on her cleavage and her reddened cheeks. Then she cried out again, even more desperately, and with one rapid twist of his fingers, she shuddered and locked her legs around his hips.
Good God, she was coming. From breast play alone. Holy shit.
She panted and gripped the edge of the table, finally opening her eyes when he slowly eased his lips away from their haven around her nipple. If her irises had ever looked bluer, he didn’t remember it.
Now would be the time to walk away. He’d diverted her from her sadness, now he should help her get dressed, escort her to his SUV and drive her home. Chalk this up to an intimate interlude between friends. They’d…bonded once, and that was that.
What he should not do? Step back and unbutton his jeans, then lazily lick lips that were still warm from her while he tugged down the zipper.
Her throat moved, but she didn’t speak as he pushed the denim and his boxers over his hips. His erection bobbed free and she let out a little gasp, one that caused him to arch a brow. Aftershock? Delayed rejection response? He hoped she said her piece soon, whatever it was. If she waited any longer to turn him down, he’d need to force his dick back in his pants with a crowbar and possibly some of that face cream on the dressing table.
“I’m assuming you’re intending on using that thing?”
Chase blinked. Was that a trick question? Just in case, he didn’t respond. Better to keep quiet than to risk being dismissed by virtue of a flippant remark.
Besides, getting inside her had become a biological imperative and breathing was about all he could manage at the moment.
She tugged at the waistband of her little cotton shorts, shimmying them off in a way that didn’t indicate an impending refusal of sex. Wi
th one glimpse of the landing strip of barely there dark curls between her thighs, the last remaining brain cells he had left vacated to premises unknown.
“Because if you are, I hope your mouth isn’t tired yet.” She tilted her head and tossed back her curls. And opened her legs.
Chase gazed at her in speechless wonder. Maybe he was shocked? She had to smother a nervous giggle. He’d believed she was some naïve little church choir girl, and she’d stripped down to nothing and practically demanded he give her head. After she’d come from breast stimulation alone—which, actually, was all him and holy wow, had that been amazing.
Chase remained silent, but he also didn’t pull up his jeans. Better yet, he kicked them and his boots off, then reached for his skintight muscle shirt. Maybe it wasn’t technically made for bodybuilding, but the fabric clung to his pecs and washboard abs like a lover. Like she wished she was, instead of standing around chatting.
Maybe she needed to be clearer. Much.
“See, you’re a little better built down south than some of the other guys I’ve dated. Erectionally speaking,” she added at his raised brow.
“Some?” His cocky smile made her shoulders stiffen, which also had the unintended consequence of thrusting out her breasts. Chase’s expression glazed while he ate them up greedily with his eyes.
The tips beaded more as she remembered when he’d used more than a look to devour them. As in ten minutes ago. And she was up for a repeat performance anytime—after he offered the same treatment to another equally eager part of her body.
“Some,” she enunciated carefully. “So if you want in—” she slowly licked her lips, “—you’re going to have to, you know, ease the way.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up as he leisurely viewed her naked—and very aroused—body through hooded eyes. “Didn’t I ease the way enough already?”