The Look of Love (The Sullivans #1)(35)

With increased focus, she slid his zipper down the rest of the way, and even behind the fabric of his boxers, his erection jumped toward her. She tried to take his jeans off, but her hands were suddenly shaking.

“I’m right there with you, lovely girl,” he said in a husky voice before he took matters into his own hands and took care of his clothes.

Chloe knew better than to stare. She wasn’t a virgin. But no naked male she’d ever seen in person—or in a photo—had looked like Chase.

And then he was kissing her, both of their naked bodies pressed against each other and just that skin-to-skin contact, the feel of him, hot and hard, the hair on his legs scratching against her, the muscles of his stomach and chest and arms pressing into her, were the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Even more than her orgasms.

The words “You feel so good” were out and between them before she could hold them back.

“So damn good,” was his response, and this time she was the one kissing him, wanting to climb inside of him and never come out to the real world again.

Complete. She felt complete with him. Except, as her body reminded her, for one thing.

She needed him inside of her.

Now.

Her hips moved into place over his and she was so close—oh God, just one more inch and he’d be pressing against her, into her—when his hands moved to her hips and held her still. “Wait a second.”

Misunderstanding him, thinking the whole honorable thing was popping back up at just the worst possible time, she said, “I want it, Chase. I want you inside of me. So, so bad.” Her desire was so big, so overpowering, that her mouth had actually lost its fear of speaking what she wanted aloud.

She belatedly realized he was tearing something open. A condom wrapper. Another time she would ask him where it came from, but right now, all she cared about was getting it on him.

And getting him in her.

Together, they worked to slide the latex protection over his hard shaft, and then he was lifting her again, over him. The first press of the thick, broad head of his penis made her breath came out in a gasp.

“We’ll go slow,” he told her, but she didn’t want to go slow.

She wanted all of him. She wanted fast. She wanted hard. She wanted to be so full of Chase that there was no room for anything else, no room for fear or worry or thoughts of what the future might hold.

She looked straight at him, let herself fall into his beautiful eyes, so intense, so full of desire and arousal...yet so gentle all at the same time.

“I want you.” Her words rang out like a vow in the bedroom.

“Then take me.”

He was making it her choice. Despite how hard he was, despite the fact that he could be inside her before she even blinked, he was still making sure he didn’t take anything she wasn’t ready to give.

She sank down onto his shaft with a moan of deep, deep pleasure. When they were groin to groin, she stilled over him to appreciate how good he was making her feel. Beneath her, she could feel how tense every muscle was, but he let her settle deeper onto him at her own pace.

She began to lift off him—wanting to feel that delicious slide of heat and power, wanting him to make her entirely his—and her inner muscles clenched tight around him.

“Chloe, sweetheart.”

She put her hands on his chest and felt how fast, how hard his heart was beating beneath her palms.

And then she was riding him until her thigh muscles were screaming out, and he was driving into her, farther, deeper than she thought he could go. Nothing had ever felt like this.

She had never felt like she could fly before.

Oh, how she flew, higher and higher until she was crying out Chase’s name and he was rolling them over, his heavy weight crushing her into the mattress as he moved with her, up, up, up to the peak and then over, over, over.

Chase had done more than show her how to fly.

He’d flown with her.

Chapter Ten

Chloe woke up the next morning just as Chase was about to leave the bedroom.

She waited for regret to move through her at waking up in a man’s bed, expected fear to pulse through her veins at the way she’d naively trusted him.

Her belly did feel a little tight. But apart from that, she was surprised to realize that she felt pretty good.

Verging on great, actually.

Pushing her hair out of her face, she sat up. Shocked by the way her muscles were protesting the sudden movement, she felt herself flush as she said, “How long have you been up?”

He moved back across the room to her, his long, strong limbs, his innate power and beauty taking her breath away all over again as he answered with a soft kiss, followed by, “Good morning.”

One kiss turned into another, and then another, until all she could think about was how much she needed him.

“You have no idea how much I want to stay here with you,” he whispered into the curve of her neck right before his tongue came out to taste the skin below her earlobe.

She shivered, wanting him to stay with her—wanting him to be inside her again—so much she thought she might burst apart with it. If circumstances had been different, maybe she would have pulled him down onto the bed with her and convinced him to let his professional responsibilities slide for an hour. But she couldn’t stand the thought of being any more trouble than she’d already been.