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Slowly, I come back to myself, to the feeling of Chase kissing his way up my body. He’s taking his time—laving my navel, dragging his teeth across my hip, kissing the underside of my breast. My hands find his hair again, tugging gently. He heeds my desire and raises his head to mine. I love his lips. Soft, sensual kisses coated with the tang of my release. My taste on his mouth is sexy and dirty and so right.
My god, sex has never been like this. But then again, it’s never been Chase.
I want more.
“Please.”
I feel his smile against my mouth. “Please what, baby?” His lips trail toward my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“This.” I reach down and grab him roughly through his jeans. His groan vibrates against my ear.
He’s still dressed while I’m naked and desperate.
I pull at his shirt, and he reaches back with one hand and yanks it over his head. Greedily, my hands roam his body. Smooth skin and toned muscles bunch as he shifts over me, the coarse fabric of his jeans finding my sensitive clit, making my back arch off the bed.
“Look at you. So beautiful,” he says as if mesmerized, while once again dropping kisses down my body. He gives my pussy one last, lingering kiss before standing at the foot of the bed and undoing his belt.
He’s insatiable. And for two days, he’s mine.
Taking ownership, I push his hands away and finish with his belt, hastily pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He toes off his shoes and steps out of his pants. Sliding off the bed and dropping to my knees, I take him deep. Much deeper than I could in the car.
“Goddamn.” Chase groans, his feet faltering for a moment. He steadies himself as I continue to suck. I suck hard and frantically, wanting to give him something, something even close to what he’s given me in our short time together.
It’s his turn to anchor his hands in my hair as I worship his dick with my mouth, my hands stroking his ass, fondling his balls.
“Fuck, Bell. Wait.” He steps back, and I release him with a pop. “Inside you,” he says, cradling my face.
“Yes. I want that. My god I want that.” I turn and crawl back onto the bed as he goes to the nightstand and gets a condom. I watch him stroke himself once while looking at me before rolling down the latex.
I face away from him on my knees, ass at the edge of the bed where he stands, looking at him over my shoulder. Waiting.
“Jesus, Bell.” His palm glides over my ass. “You’re either going to save me or be the death of me.” Then he steps forward and thrusts inside, hitting my very core. He pounds his huge dick into me, fisting my hair for leverage as we fuck. With each thrust, he burns down my walls until it’s just him and me and this incredible need we have between us.
Just when I feel panic start to rise in my chest, the need to withdraw emotionally and let this be what it needs to be—a good fuck—he reaches around and smacks my clit, sending me over into the most intense orgasm of my life.
Before my body collapses from the onslaught of sensation, Chase lifts my torso up, holding me against his chest while he continues to power up into me, prolonging the raging storm of pleasure washing over my body.
As the waves of my release ebb, Chase tenses against my ass, gripping my shoulders as his orgasm pulses inside me.
We collapse on the bed, our heavy breathing indistinguishable in the night. Minutes pass before my mind begins to piece back together. The bed jostles when Chase leaves for a moment, probably to take care of the condom. I don’t move. I can’t.
A minute later, he returns, gathers my still-limp body in his arms, and kisses my temple.
“Two days won’t be enough, Bell.”
I don’t answer. The sounds of the city filter back into my consciousness. I become aware of Chase’s body wrapped around me. The heat, the hard planes, the steady rhythm of his heart.
The panic that threatened me earlier has quieted. But not enough to silence my last thought before I drift off to sleep. Two days is all I can give.
15
BELL
Pretending to be asleep is exhausting. I passed out hard after round three last night. The oblivion of orgasm-induced, blissful sleep was wonderful. But as soon as the sounds of the city awoke, so did I, and now my mind won’t stop spinning.
Eight years ago, my parents died. And in my grief, I agreed to give my co-worker, Denise, the finished project I had been working on so that I could go home for the funeral.
I came back to New York to find that she’d taken credit for my work. When I tried to speak up, Denise went in for the kill.
