Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(48)

“And what happens if he violates the order and the police can’t find him to pick him up?” Chase throws out, cocking an eyebrow my way. “That happens in a lot of these cases, Kay.”

I blow out a breath. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t happen in this case. But if it does, I guess we better pray Cassie doesn’t tell Will.”

Our eyes meet, and it doesn’t need to be spoken that we’re both worried about what Chase’s brother might do if Cassie finds herself in any real trouble with Paul. Something extreme, no doubt.

Chase puts his face in his hands. “This is so f*cked up.”

“I know.” I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders. “But we’re doing the best we can.”

I place my hands on his and lower them from his face. I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his beautiful aquiline nose.

“Baby…” He sighs.

He pulls me close to him, and things heat up immediately. We express our love through sex, but sex sometimes becomes our escape from reality as well. With the urgent, needy way Chase is kissing me, there’s little doubt in my mind that tonight will be about escape.

His hands skim and ply my bare legs, then move to my ass, and finally settle on my breasts.

After a few minutes of Chase groping me roughly, I pant, “God, Chase, don’t stop.”

I stand and lift my dress, tug down my panties. My plan is to straddle Chase right on the side of the tub, let him sheath himself in me.

But he halts my progress by grasping one of my hands. “Not here,” he says, squeezing lightly.

“Why not?”

Chase chuckles and releases my hand. His hand moves to the back of my thigh. He skims his fingers along the sensitive skin. My panties are still partway down, and he nudges them down a little farther. He trails his fingers back up my thigh and then cups my ass…firmly. I slump against him, and he pinches one cheek lightly. When he pinches a little harder, I yelp.

“That’s why I don’t want to f*ck you here,” he rasps, his fingers moving dangerously close to my core. “I want you to get loud if you want. In fact, I want to make you get loud, Kay. And I don’t want to worry about my brother hearing us. Not tonight.”

He slips two fingers into me, not gently, and I gasp.

“Are you going to get rough with me?” He twists his fingers inside of me, and I add, “Rougher than that?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

I nod slowly.

No one knows how to give it rough like Chase Gartner. It’s never too much, but it’s more than enough, enough to definitely remind me of who’s in charge in the bedroom.

Oh, do I love that, I think as my mouth finds his, our lips bruising as we kiss heatedly. .

“Let’s go over to your apartment,” Chase whispers when we finally slow down enough to take a breath.

It doesn’t take us long to get next door. And in my bedroom, things pick right back up where we left off in Chase’s bathroom. Our kisses remain raw and hungry, and my hands roam and grasp as much as his. But after a few minutes of frenzied and rushed foreplay, Chase slows things down.

“Gentle first, baby girl,” he whispers in my ear, a sexy promise. “Gentle, then rough.”

His breath, warm and silky, seduces, as do his words.

Chase moves his lips to my mouth and kisses me slowly and deeply. Without breaking his sensual kisses, he sits down on the bottom end of my bed and pulls me onto his lap.

After a minute, he leans back slightly, and tells me, “I’m going to make you very wet for me tonight, Kay. Wetter than you’ve ever been before.”

“I think I’m almost there,” I whisper.

“Let me see, then,” he rasps in return.

Chase positions me on his lap until my back is pressed to his chest. We’re both facing forward, in front of us is a full-length mirror that hangs on the back of the closet door.

“Watch me, baby, “Chase says. “Watch everything I do to you.”

His uninjured hand disappears up under the hem of my dress.

My breath catches. I slump against his chest. Seeing what’s he’s doing to me in the reflection of the mirror, while I feel every sensation, makes me squirm in his lap, seeking friction, seeking release.

But Chase stills my body when I move too much. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, burning hot. “Slow,” he commands..

Watching my reaction intently, he starts to peel my panties down my legs. When the tiny swath of fabric falls to the floor, my eyes flutter, threatening to close.

“No, no, sweet girl,” Chase says firmly.

He lifts my dress higher and higher, until my sex is fully exposed.

“No closing your eyes,” he chastises when I throw back my head.

I like this game, so my eyes return to the mirror. And I watch as Chase’s fingers dip into my glistening folds. When a moan escapes me, lazy and low, he bounces his knee once to make sure I’m not closing my eyes.

“Tell me you’re not missing any of this,” he says.

“I’m not missing any of this,” I assure him, my breaths ragged.

And, hell, I am not missing a thing. This might be one of the hottest things Chase has ever done to me.

“Spread your legs for me—wide—so I can see all of you.”

I slide down a few more inches and arch my hips. I spread my legs as far as I can.