Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(133)

Chase fed his cock into her slowly, his hot breath tickling her ear. “Ever done it standing up?”

“Ah, no.”

“Ever done it this close to the edge of a twenty-one-story building?”

“No. But every time you touch me, Chase, you take me to that edge that always makes me dizzy.”

“I love this sweet talkin’ side of you. I love all sides of you, Ava.” That said, he thrust into her fully.
Ava bowed into the solid wall of his chest.
Eroticism bombarded her from all angles. The sights and sounds of the city. The temperate breeze washing over them. His firm grip on her left hip. The perfect friction of his shaft tunneling in and out on a slow glide. Then arbitrarily ramming harder. The teasing flick of his fingertip over her clit. The feel of his mouth tasting her skin from her bare shoulder to behind her ear.
“Chase…I’m already…”

“Christ. It’s too goddamn good with you. Every. Fucking. Time. Hold on. I don’t wanna push you forward and send us crashing through the glass for the big finish.”

She twined her left arm back and gripped his neck as he rammed into her more forcefully.
When he shoved deep and stayed lodged inside her, she shattered.
Chase breathed raggedly against her nape, his pelvis still bumping into her in tiny increments. “Ava.”

“I know.” She turned her head, rubbing her damp cheek against his.
“Do you?” he whispered.
“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“You love me.”

He sank his teeth into her neck and she squealed.
“Okay, okay. I love you, Chase.” She loved his playful side. She loved his passionate side. She loved they fit together, no matter where they were. No matter who they were with. But she really loved just the two of them together.
Chase’s voice dropped to a barely discernible growl. “That’s what I wanna hear.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
With pure male heat and hunger, he undressed her, then himself. This wasn’t a sensual exploration resulting in an achingly sweet union of bodies. No. This was raw mating. He demanded. Took. Teased. And ultimately gave all of himself with such unending passion, he left her knowing no other man would ever reach inside her like he did.
Sated, spent and sleepy, Ava stretched out on her belly next to Chase as his fingers lazily trailed up and down her spine.
“Was I too rough?”

Did he sound worried? She rolled over to look him in the eyes. “No. Why?”

“I got a little carried away.”

“I like that about you.” Ava pecked him on the lips. “Every time I think you can’t top the last go-round? You do.”

“Mmm.”

“And because I know you’re always famished after you ravage me, I took the liberty of ordering food.”

“What kind of food?”

She traced the scar below his collarbone. “You seemed to like it when I hand-fed you, so the chef whipped up two trays of appetizers.”

Chase froze.
Laughing, she kissed his nipple. “I’m kidding. I didn’t want to be interrupted so we’re having steak salad and other stuff that can be served cold.”

“This has been great tonight. Just the two of us.” He sighed. “You’re always thinking of me, so I’ve gotta admit…”

“What?”

“I’m always thinking of you too, and I lied to you the other day. I did buy you something at Tiffany’s. I’ve been carryin’ it around in my pocket because I ain’t sure you won’t think it’s stupid.”