“You remember,” he growled, on his hands and knees over her. “I can see it.” His lips brushed against hers. “You want me. Admit it.”
It took her a moment to detach her very dry tongue from the roof of her mouth, but when she did she managed, “Egomaniac.”
A deep, rough chuckle resonated against her chest. He pressed his lips to her shoulder for a kiss that was a promise of sinful things to come.
Herif she was lucky.
And with Chase, she’d always gotten lucky.
“Lie back,” he said. “I have to taste that honey.”
Her knees locked together, thighs squirming at his brazen offer. When she didn’t obey right away, he turned his head gave her a serious side-eye, letting her know that complying was the only option.
She obeyed and he was over her instantly, lifting her head and sweeping aside her hair to place a pillow under her head.
“Keep in mind—” he paused to kiss her “—with your thighs locked around my head, I won’t be able to hear as well.” He kissed her again. “So, speak up. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
He took his time descending, kissing her collarbone, tonguing her nipples, flattening his palm on her belly. When he slipped his fingers along her damp folds, she nearly shot off the floor.
“Sensitive. I like that,” he praised.
He lifted her right leg and she looked down at him hovering there, his lips pressing her inner thigh. He looked good there. Like he belonged there. He’d always fit her in every way—heart and soul, body and mind.
Was it any wonder she’d followed him to Dallas? She’d have followed him to the ends of the earth if he’d asked.
Those thoughts were zapped from her head the moment his mouth hit her sweet spot. She arched, heat blooming in her stomach and stretching out to numb her every limb. Chase was bathed in firelight, the orange glow hugging the contours of his perfect body.
He went down on her, moving like a feral animal and devouring her like a second Thanksgiving feast. It was at once erotic and beautiful. Her nipples peaked and she reached for them, tenderly squeezing the buds and writhing in innate pleasure.
When Chase drew a cry of satisfaction from her lungs she didn’t want him to ever stop. Her greedy body ached for another powerful release, but he didn’t give her one, instead rising from the cradle of her thighs.
“So good,” she said on a weak breath.
“I agree.” He climbed her body, pressing his erection into the crook of her thigh. He nipped her earlobe. “You’re delicious.”
He nudged her again.
“Please,” she begged, wrapping her ankles around him and pulling forward with all the strength she could muster. She was shameless. Absolutely shameless. Before she could get lost in the fullness of having him seated deep, her dormant brain kicked into gear. “Oh, God, Chase.”
“I know, honey.”
She almost laughed at the desperation in his voice. She grasped his face and forced his gaze to meet hers. “Tell me you have condoms.”
The heat in his eyes banked as reality took a hard hold. Then his eyes sank closed and he muttered a devastating, “Shit.”
“No.” It was a weak plea to the otherwise cruel universe. How dare fate bring him to her and strand her in his house only to leave them moments shy of intense sexual satisfaction?
“Wait.” His eyes flew open. “I had this house stocked before I came here. Fully stocked.”
“Yes. I saw a bottle of Windex in the garage,” she said, clinging to any scrap of hope that whoever thought to buy a bottle of Windex had also tucked a box of condoms into one of the medicine cabinets. It was a thin argument, but she’d take it. “Tell me they thought of everything.”
He said nothing. She lost the warmth of his body a fraction of a second later when he stood.
“I’ll help you look.” She sat up.
“Don’t move. I mean it.” The shake in his arm when he pointed was almost comical. Almost. She wasn’t laughing. She was too worried about there not being condoms in the house.
Please, God. Do me this one favor.
Before she could rationalize for or against praying for condoms, Chase stuffed his legs into his jeans and set off on a search of the house.