He lunged toward her before she could answer and placed one broad palm on her belly, teasing the edges of her breasts with blunt-tipped fingers. That slight movement was enough to make her moan, and the heat in his green eyes leapt by miles.
“Wider,” he murmured, levering her thighs apart with his other hand even as he gave the command. Leaning forward, he nipped her chin and slid his palm lower, then lower still, not stopping until he ground it against her mound. A cry ripped from her, shocking them both. His head lifted, his sleepy, sexy green eyes meeting hers. Then his fingers parted her, the tip of one circling her sensitive clit. “Mmm, so wet for me, baby. Were you like this on stage, even when you were pushing me away?”
Because his fingers were gliding up and down, sliding in her moisture, making more, she had trouble following him. Pushing him away? When? He didn’t give her time to puzzle it out before one finger entered her, then two. Moving deeply, claiming her inexorably. She threw back her head and shut her eyes, not wanting to see his smug face when she went over again. Mr. Arrogant liked knowing she was at his mercy.
She’d love proving that she could do the same later—after she’d come another six dozen times.
“Or is it doing something bad in a semi-public place that’s getting you all hot and bothered? There’s so many people out there, so close by…and you’re in here about to get fucked by the bad boy of the major league.” Amusement tinged his irritably smug voice. “One of them, anyway.”
For a second she was too startled to reply. He rarely talked dirty around her, and him just saying he was going to fuck her—oh God, please—was enough to bump her already thready pulse into the red zone. “You know, I was taught that swearing was a lazy man’s way of expressing himself,” she mumbled.
“That so, sugar? I can guarantee I won’t be lazy when I express myself in about three-point-five seconds.” He rotated his hips against hers and her brain did its best impression of an Etch-A-Sketch. Wiped clean with one shake—or in this case, one well-placed pelvic thrust.
Then the rest of what he’d said sank in and she opened her eyes. “You think I see you as the bad boy of the major league?”
“Doesn’t everybody?” More cockiness, but this time she saw the hint of vulnerability in the drawn tight lines of his face.
“No. Everybody doesn’t.” She reached up and caught his cheeks, making him look at her. He hadn’t kissed her yet, but that wary look in his eyes melted her almost as surely as his lips on hers. Almost. “To them, you’re Deuce. To me, you’re Chase.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his for an instant before he started edging away. “Just Chase,” she repeated, trying not to let the hurt inside her crowd out the lust.
So what if he didn’t want to kiss her? He had that afternoon on her couch and she knew it had shaken him—probably even more than it had shaken her. She’d practically run away from him, then told herself her overwhelming reaction had been from the sauce’s herbal enhancements. They couldn’t have chemistry that powerful.
Except here they were again, and oh God, did they ever.
So what if he wanted to slot her into the category of simply another lay? All she wanted from him was sex. Sure, she might’ve hoped for more, but it wasn’t like he was good relationship material, and besides, she was his sister’s friend. Normally he saw her as a buddy, someone to protect and keep safe. Either he was guarding her physical person or ensuring she had multiple O’s.
She should be indignant, right? She didn’t need anyone taking care of her any longer. He’d sort of strong-armed her into the whole bodyguard thing, but he wasn’t in charge of making her feel better about herself or even making her come—despite what she’d insisted he do.
Somehow she needed to get indignant, quick.
Saying nothing, he pushed two fingers into her, slow and sure, flexing them exactly right. She arched and moaned at the raze of his teeth over the stubble burn on her throat. “You’re thinking too much,” he said against her skin, lips rubbing, fingers pumping. “Feel.”
Feel. Yes, she could do that. They could do that.
His touch grew rougher, harder. She didn’t want to come on his hand. She’d given up so much control to him already—she’d be damned if she did here too.
She palmed his head and pressed against his shoulder, making him draw his softly abused mouth away. Seeing it so swollen from kissing her skin made her ache. God, she wanted to feel it everywhere. “You stalling or you got a problem with making love to a woman right?”
His jaw locked. Oooh, she’d pissed him off. “Didn’t realize you had a problem with how I was making love to you to begin with.” He traced his thumb over her chin. “Tell me what you want, baby. You gonna make demands, I think you should ask for exactly what you want.”
Uh oh. “I want you to put your mouth between my legs.” There. Perfect.
His mouth curved as he knelt and parted her thighs. Her heart beat thickly in her ears when he moved in close, then stared up at her and slowly rimmed his lower lip with his tongue. “Like this?”
She let out a frustrated growl and reached for his head again. He darted back before she could grab him, that infuriating smile growing. “Damn you, you know what I want.”
He smiled at the rarely used curse from her and slid his finger over her puffy lower lips, so lightly she barely felt it. “You afraid to say the words, church girl? Tell me what you need. Stop beating around the bush.” He stroked the small strip of hair, mirth dancing in his green eyes. She’d never seen them as alive as they were right then. If she wasn’t so pissed at him for tormenting her, she might’ve even been glad.
“Chase,” she warned.
“Say it.” His voice, low and cajoling, floated over her senses. His gorgeous eyes beamed straight inside her and shattered the last of her reservations.
She had no reason to be shy. This was Chase, and he wanted her. Fucking finally. Only a fool wouldn’t take full, graphic advantage.
Besides, a curse word only counted as a swear when used in anger, right? She wasn’t even a little bit mad right now. Well, mad for Chase’s cock, but that was a different thing entirely.
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“Slide your tongue in my pussy and tongue fuck me until I come. Hard. All over your face.” At his surprised—and aroused?—grunt, she tacked on a smile. “Please.”