The Look of Love (The Sullivans #1)(57)

“Do you have any idea what it’s going to do to me to see you naked and bound for me? To know that you trust me enough to love you like that?”

A flood of arousal coursed between her thighs. She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t have possibly found any other word besides, “Please.”

She’d sworn never to beg a man for anything ever again, but with Chase it wasn’t begging, it was simply her body—her soul—needing, insisting on having something she’d denied it for far too long.

And then Chase’s hands were on the hem of her dress and he was lifting it higher and higher, up over her thighs and then her waist and br**sts. She didn’t need him to tell her to lift her arms, she was already there helping him get the beautiful dress off. She was dying to be naked for him, dying to feel his skin against hers.

His eyes were everywhere at once; her face, her br**sts, her thoroughly damp silk thong. “I’ve never wanted to take a picture of anyone more than I do right now.”

She knew better than to ever let a man take pictures of her naked.

“I trust you, Chase.” She should have been surprised by the words, but the truth was, her trust in Chase went so deep, her faith in his goodness ran so pure and true, that she didn’t have a moment’s hesitation about his taking pictures of her in the nude.

His eyes flew to hers. “No. Never.” His hands moved to her hips to hold her with obvious possession. “If anyone ever found the pictures, if anyone else ever saw you looking this way but me, I’d have to kill him.”

The love she felt for him was on the tip of her tongue, but before she could put voice to it, he was pulling her thong off and down her thighs, throwing it to the ground on top of the beautiful dress he’d found for her.

“I should wait until you’re tied up to do what I’m dying to do to you.”

Normally, she would have waited for him. But this was her night. And she was in control.

“I won you,” she reminded him, and when he looked at her, his pupils were dilated nearly black with desire.

“Yes, you did,” he said softly, his low, heated voice whispering over her skin, setting every inch on fire.

“You have to do anything I want.” She licked her lips, biting the lower before adding, “Everything I want.”

As she spoke, he was putting his hands on her legs, gently pressing her thighs apart.

“Look how lovely you are,” he said, each word reverent, raw with passion.

She looked down her naked body to the flesh that ached for him. It was a heady feeling knowing this beautiful man was all hers. And not just because she’d won him in a game.

He’d given her his love.

And she wanted so desperately to take it.

“Taste me, Chase.”

Her words were barely more than a whisper and she wasn’t sure he heard her at first, but then, he was sliding one hand down from the inside of her knee to her thigh, closer and closer to her core, and she had to hold her breath until that glorious moment when he finally touched her.

There. Oh god, right there.

She wanted to keep watching him touch her, was so incredibly turned on by seeing his large hand slide slowly over her, but it felt too good for any of her muscles to work. Her legs fell all the way open on the bed and her eyes closed as she lowered her head to the pillow and moaned her pleasure into the room.

Again and again, his fingers took her straight to the edge, but never taking her all the way there.

She arched her hips up into his touch, but as he continued to tease her, as the heat in her belly pooled and intensified, she was about to start begging for him to give her what she needed.

And then she remembered what she kept forgetting: this was her night.

Somehow she found the strength to prop herself up with the pillows, to open her eyes and say, “I told you to taste me, not play with me.”

She saw the wicked glint in his eyes, knew that he’d been waiting for her to guide him further. She shivered at the thought of all the delicious, decadent things she wanted him to do to her.

She was just opening her mouth to set him back on task, when he slowly lifted his fingers from between her legs and brought them to his mouth.

Oh god, she couldn’t believe she was watching him lick her arousal from his fingers.

“Is that what you wanted me to do? Is this how you wanted me to taste you?”

She would have answered more quickly if his hand hadn’t moved back between her legs to stroke her to an even higher fever pitch.

She wanted to keep up with the sexy banter, but she couldn’t, not until she’d had at least a little release so that she could think straight again.

“Watch what you do to me, Chase.”

He answered with a low, borderline desperate groan, as she pushed into his hand, a silent plea for more. And when he said, “You’re so lovely, Chloe,” just the sound of his voice, the approval in his eyes, the adoration in his expression, had her right there, hovering on the edge of detonation.

A moment later, she lost hold of everything. Everything but complete ecstasy. She could barely catch her breath, certainly couldn’t form words, but she didn’t need to remind him of her original command, because before she’d even come down from her mind-blowing orgasm, his mouth was hot and wet between her thighs.

She arched against him, her hands going to his hair as she cried out again. She couldn’t be this close again, couldn’t possibly be right on the edge of coming entirely apart.