The Look of Love (The Sullivans #1)(33)

She should have been shy, should have wondered how she could lie there and let him just look at her like that, almost naked except for a pair of fairly indecent panties, when the two of them barely knew each other.

But as he pressed his palm against her core and she felt just how wet she was, something in her brain clicked over to memories, bad ones, where she’d been vulnerable like this with another man. A man who had hurt her.

Chase had been wonderful so far, but what if he turned on her? She didn’t really know him. How could she in only forty-eight hours?

Oh God, what was she doing, lying here spread-eagled for a man who was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger?

“Chase, I—” She tried to close her thighs, covered her br**sts with her hands.

He immediately said, “One word and I stop.”

She knew what she should do. She should get up off this bed, put her clothes on, and try to pretend none of this had ever happened.

But, oh, how she wanted this. How she wanted Chase.

He’d told her just before they’d ripped off each other’s clothes that if they started down this road, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But here he was, offering to do just that if she needed him to.

Feeling trust begin to root a little deeper within her heart, she whispered, “What word?”

She was surprised to see his mouth move up into a little grin. “How about bananas?”

Amazed to find herself almost smiling back at him, she asked, “So if I need to say that word, we’ll stop.”

He nodded. “Instantly.”

She couldn’t believe how quickly talking that out—and knowing he’d be true to his word—made the fear recede.

And the heat resurface.

Suddenly, instead of embarrassment, there was only need. She had to press herself even harder against the heel of his hand, had to say his name again as a plea for even more.

“It’s even better than I thought it would be.”

Somehow, she managed to get her brain to click into gear, to take in what he’d said enough to ask, “What’s better?”

“You. This.” His eyes roved over her body, to the place where his hands were covering her panties, then up over her br**sts, to her face. “I’ve been picturing you like this for so long.”

She had to smile then, despite the throbbing ache between her legs. “We’ve only known each other two days.”

“It’s been a rough forty-eight hours.” He moved his palm away from her damp core and slipped his fingers into the side of her lace panties. “Every single second of them, I’ve wanted to be here with you. Like this.”

The way he slid her panties from her hips was pure sensual torture.

And then, she was completely bare before him.

“So damn lovely.” His murmured words made it easy for her not to shut her legs as he stared at her. “So wet. For me.” His hand was back a moment later, sliding over her slick heat. “All for me.”

His touch, his fingers on her, was more than she thought she could bear and her begging shifted gears. “I can’t.” She panted, feeling wild and out of control. “It’s too much.” But even as she said it, she knew wild horses couldn’t drag the word bananas from her.

“Come for me, Chloe.”

Her eyes locked onto his in the exact instant that her body obeyed his request. Her back arched, her head fell back against the pillow, her eyes closed tight, and she cried out his name. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She felt limp. Utterly wrung out. Not sure when she’d be able to even move again.

Until she felt that soft brush of hair against her skin. Not on her chest this time, however.

On the inside of her thighs.

She tried to sit up on her elbows, but her muscles were all still too rubbery. “Chase?”

Her only answer was the slow swipe of his tongue against her most intimate flesh. He cupped her bottom in his hands and dragged her closer to his mouth.

No. Chloe knew things he didn’t, couldn’t know.

She couldn’t possibly come again. Not after the orgasm he’d just given her. She would be good to go for a while now. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but before she could get even one single word out, she realized just how good he was making her feel.

Her sex was still sensitive, but unlike most guys, Chase seemed to understand that without being told. Instead, he focused his attention on drawing perfectly light circles around the nub that was growing tighter and tighter with every passing second.

She should have known it was coming, that he wasn’t going to stop without tasting her everywhere. But she still couldn’t comprehend just how far her budding trust was going to go tonight.

She’d felt wild when he’d made her come with his fingers, but that wildness had nothing on what came over her when his tongue and fingers started playing her with the genius of a maestro.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

The second time around she wasn’t even sure when her orgasm started, couldn’t spare a thought for how Chase could have possibly gotten her there again so quickly. Lost in a world of sensation, of pure ecstasy, the beauty wasn’t just from the way Chase was touching her, licking her.

What she was feeling was all wrapped up in the man, himself, in every kind thing he’d said and done for her since that moment by the car. Sex wasn’t just sex anymore. Instead, it was something so much bigger, something utterly interconnected to a part of her heart that had been dead for so long she’d thought it would stay forever buried.