The Look of Love (The Sullivans #1)(32)

He responded by moving over her on the bed, placing his hands on either side of her face, and kissing the rest of the breath from her lungs. One of his legs came between hers and she couldn’t stop herself from closing her legs around him and thrusting her hips up against his taut thigh muscles.

She was already so close, knew she could probably come with nothing more than another one of his mind-blowing kisses and the friction of his thigh against her.

“Chloe.” Her name was a whisper of need from his lips to hers and before she knew it, he had her T-shirt and jeans off. When she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties—thank God she’d at least kept her nice lingerie from her earlier life—he shifted away to stare at her.

She knew she wasn’t nearly as thin as the models he worked with, knew that her body wasn’t perfect, not by any means…but, amazingly, she could tell that Chase didn’t care.

He liked her just the way she was.

“Jesus, Chloe. You’re killing me here.” He reached out and ran one slow finger from her chin down her neck, making her arch into his hands as he trailed his gentle, heated touch down to the valley between her br**sts. “You’re so damned lovely.”

“You’ve already seen my body,” she reminded him.

“Not like this. I couldn’t touch you, then.” His eyes lifted from her curves to her face. “I couldn’t kiss you the way I wanted to kiss you.”

How did he manage to keep stealing her breath when she was beyond certain that he’d already stolen it away just moments before?

“Show me. Show me how you wanted to kiss me.”

She could have sworn a growl rumbled in his chest as he slid one hand into her hair, the other beneath her hips to press her more firmly against him.

His mouth was hot, yet gentle, over hers—that first, desperate rush to have each other turning into such sweetness, such joy as he tasted every inch of her lips with his, pressing soft kisses into the corners, the flesh at the center, the cupid’s bow of her upper lip. And then his tongue licked along the curve of her lips, a slow, sensuous journey that awakened every last cell in Chloe’s body. Until, finally, he dipped his tongue in between her teeth and she met him halfway, taking everything he was giving her and returning it multiplied.

Her entire body had turned soft, pliant against him, and she could feel herself throbbing between her legs.

“Please,” she whispered when he lifted his head so that they could draw some oxygen into both their lungs, “I need—”

She hadn’t put words to her desire for so long that she found the words drying up on her tongue.

“Will you trust me, Chloe?”

She wished she didn’t have to think about it. But she did. Trust wasn’t just something she could give out easily anymore. “I want to.”

His smile warmed her from head to toe before he pressed a kiss just below her earlobe. “Wanting to is a perfect place to start.”

Loving the fact that he wasn’t pressuring her to try and give him something she wasn’t capable of giving, as he shifted again on the bed and began to run his tongue across the swell of one breast, she let loose a low moan of pleasure.

From one to the other, he didn’t rush, didn’t hurry despite the desperate little sounds she was making. The look he gave her was more than a little wicked when he lifted his head from her chest.

She opened her mouth to tell him what she needed, opened her mouth to speak, but again, the words wouldn’t come.

“Never be scared to tell me what you need. What you want.”

“More.” The one word was all she could get out.

His response to her request was to brush the pad of his thumb over one of her and she actually gasped at the sensation.

She’d never known a smile could be so full of desire until she looked into his eyes. He touched her br**sts again and this time she instinctively arched into his hand, saying, “Yes. Please. More of that.”

His hands moved behind her back, and then he was pulling her bra off and the air felt cool on the aroused skin of her br**sts.

“I’ll never, ever get tired of looking at you.” Even though his hands were large, her br**sts overflowed them. “I’ll never stop wanting to touch you.”

Somewhere in the back of her brain, an alarm sounded, telling her “never” wasn’t the kind of word someone used when they were simply having a fling. But she was too busy holding her breath, waiting for what was coming next, to pay attention to that faint warning.

“I’ll never stop wanting to taste you.” He lowered his head until his soft hair was brushing against her skin, and then his tongue was flicking out to tease her.

They’d been here last night, with his mouth on her while she melted into a puddle of need, but he hadn’t been telling her how much he desired her as he kissed and touched her.

Out on his brother’s porch, they’d been stealing a moment.

Tonight, there were no limits. He wouldn’t stop after making her come.

The only question that remained was, would she get scared and decide to run again?

The gentle pull of his lips on her breast, the perfect scratch of his teeth against her sensitive, taut flesh, had the question scattering away as her entire focus narrowed down to those few square inches that he was torturing so beautifully.

And then he was kissing his way down her stomach, making her squirm as his tongue dipped into the hollow of her belly button. She was lost in sensation when she felt the bed dip again and realized he was kneeling between her legs. A gentle press of his large hands on the inside of her thighs had her opening up for him.