Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(70)

I gave. My tongue moving against his as Chace’s hand slid down, under the hem of my nightie and up. Then it was skin against skin, cupping my breast, his thumb doing a swipe.

God, even more beautiful. Perfect. My back arched slightly to press into his hand, he growled into my mouth and the kiss got even more heated and demanding.

I kept giving, my hands moving on him again, faster, covering more ground, one moved down over his behind.

Chace’s thumb stopped swiping, his finger met his thumb and he rolled.

Oh God, that felt great. So fraking great, my hand clenched his behind, I tore my mouth from his, shoved my face in his throat and whimpered.

Chace’s voice was thick, hoarse when he asked, “More?”

“Yes,” I breathed then, “You.”

“What?”

“What do I do for you?”

I felt his neck bend and in my ear he asked, “You trust me?”

“Absolutely,” I whispered my answer instantly.

“Christ, baby,” he whispered back then, “Follow me.”

I didn’t know what he meant until his hand moved out of my nightie. It found my arm, pulled it from around him, slid down and took my hand. Then he moved my hand to his side, in, over his ribs, across the ridges of his belly and down.

I held my breath.

Chace felt it and I knew this when he murmured, “Breathe, baby.”

I breathed.

He slid my hand down, down, down and in. I felt the crisp hair. I turned my head, pressed my lips to his neck then he took my hand down and his fingers wrapped mine around his hard cock.

Oh God, I liked that.

Holy frak, I liked that.

That was mine. That was for me. And it felt awesome.

I touched my tongue to his neck and my hand instinctively squeezed.

In return, his teeth nipped the skin of mine and he growled, “Want your mouth.”

I turned my head and gave it to him.

He took it. His hand on mine stroked down, then up and down again. My thumb slid in a circle around the silky tip.

So silky, vaguely I wondered how something so hard could feel like satin.

It didn’t matter because it was beautiful and it was hot. God, so hot. Amazing. Touching him was almost better than him touching me (almost).

At my touch, Chace groaned into my mouth.

Hotter!

“Chace,” I whispered against his lips, my body pressing upwards, my legs moving restlessly. His hand pulled mine gently away from his cock, up over his belly and around his back while his lips went to my ear.

“Faye, baby, right now, I’m gonna taste you. This means my mouth is gonna work between your legs. You’re gonna come in my mouth, honey, then I’m gonna take you. You ready for more?”

Oh heck yes.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Cute, hot, f**k,” he whispered back. Then he did as he said, moving down, not fast, not slow, his mouth on me, his hands on me, pulling my nightie up under my br**sts, tugging down my panties, he slid off to the side.

His lips made it to my belly where he kissed me then he pulled my panties down my legs. I lifted my knees to assist, he yanked them free of my ankles then they were gone.

He positioned, his hands on the insides of my knees, putting mild pressure there as he urged gently, “Open for me.”

Hesitantly, hot, bothered, excited, restless but also a little scared, I did as he asked.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

I felt his lips on the inside of my knee where his hand was then they moved down the inside of my thigh, down, down. I tensed. I braced, my legs started trembling as his lips made their journey.

Then he was there.

God.

Oh God.

God, God, God.

That was… it was…

Indescribable.

My fingers curled into the sheets, my feet went into the bed and my h*ps moved with his mouth.

One of his hands moved under me, cupping my behind, helping me, pulling me up as the fingertips of his other hand slid feather light on the inside of my thigh.

Okay, this was better than his finger (maybe). This was fan-fraking-tastic.

Tremors chased themselves down my legs, my belly dropped, my br**sts swelled, my fingers clenched the sheets and then it happened.

“Honey,” I whimpered, my back arched, my neck arched, it rushed over me, tore through me and I came.

Really, fraking hard.

Still coming, vaguely, I felt his lips brush my belly. I felt his hands close my legs. Then he was gone.

I was swimming out of it when he was back, his hands back at my knees, pressing and he didn’t have to urge me this time. They opened for him as my eyes fluttered open and I saw his shadow on his knees between my legs.

One of his hands was at my knee, drifting down the top of my thigh, his other hand was doing something and before I got myself together, he fell forward between my legs into his hand at my side. Then he dropped down to a forearm and I had his weight.

I liked this too.

No, loved it.

He felt fantastic.

His head came down, his lips to my neck and he whispered, “You good?”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered back and felt another smile.

Then he said softly, “I’ll go slow, baby. No matter what, no matter that we’re here, you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”

I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted.