Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(80)

His face filled with satisfaction. And pure male heat.
She planted kisses down the center of his torso, following the sexy dark trail of hair. When her chin bumped against the wet tip of his cock, she glanced up at him again. “Hold your cock off to the side, since I’m not supposed to touch it.”

Chase quirked a brow, managing to look both menacing and obliging. He fisted his hand around the root and stroked upward a few times, never breaking their eye f*ck. Finally he pulled his shaft aside and held it by is hip. “Happy?”

“Very. Because I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on your eight pack abs since I saw you naked in Ginger’s bathroom.” And yes, indeedy, she gloried in exploring his ridged, yet flat abdomen, dipping her tongue into the defining grooves. He tasted different down here. Muskier. More like sex. And again, she rubbed her face against his taut skin like a contented feline.
Well, not completely contented. She wanted more. She peered at him and saw he’d closed his eyes.
Perfect.
Ava reached between his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently as her nails scraped up the inside of his right leg, brushing the coarse pubic hair, then traveled back down to his knee.
Chase jerked back. “What are you doin’, Hollywood? No touchin’ my cock, remember?”

“Ah. But I’m not touching your cock; I’m touching your balls.” Smiling—smirking really—she rolled the taut globes between her fingers, letting her thumb stroke the shiver-inducing skin right behind the sac. Holding his gaze, seeing him torn between wanting her to continue touching him, and denying her because she’d… sort of broken his rule.
He grabbed her wrist and flipped her on her back amidst her surprised shriek. He growled, “Don’t move.”

“Are you going to punish me?” She stretched her arms above her head, loving the way his eyes devoured her body. “Fifty lashes with your wet tongue, I hope.”

“Nope. I have some very specific punishments in mind and I can’t wait to try every f*ckin’ one of them. But it’ll keep.” He grabbed another condom and covered himself. Then he braced his forearms by her head, and lowered his body over hers.
She couldn’t help but touch him. This man unlike any she’d ever met, who made her feel things that scared her and thrilled her.
His eyes regained their earlier intensity. “Know why I took you from behind? Besides me wanting to put my hands all over your fantastic ass?”

Say something flip and totally male. Don’t be more sweet and loving than you’ve already been or I might fall for you.
“I knew I wouldn’t last because I’ve wanted you for too damn long.” Chase kissed the corners of her mouth. The apples of her cheeks. Her temples. “But this time? I’ll be looking in your eyes, feeling your body wrapped around me, your nails scratching my back, your mouth on mine everywhere. I intend to make it last a good, long time.”

And…Ava felt herself cartwheeling her arms, trying desperately not to tumble straight into the daunting place she’d never been. “Chase…”

“It’s okay.” Chase kissed her. Rocking against her. “You know what I like best about this position?”

“What?”

“That lying down we’re the same height.” Chase pushed into her fully.
Ava almost knocked him off balance she arched so sharply from his hard thrust. “God.”

“No kiddin’. You—this—feels amazing.” He pulled out slowly until just the head of his cock rested in her opening.
She waited, expecting he’d plunge back in. But he gave her a long, slow glide of his flesh into hers and stopped when he’d filled her completely. He did that exact same move twice more and stopped again.