Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(27)
“I am what?”
“Sexy. You don’t even have to try like other girls do. You just are.”
“Screw that. Your bullshit lines won’t work on me. I’m about as sexy as the damn coffee table.”
Chase laughed. “Shit, you’re wound up tight.” He’d managed to inch close enough so that his leg was against my leg. He tugged on a curly strand of my hair. I could have risen from the couch, kicked him in the shin and ordered him out of my apartment. Instead I let him touch my thigh and move higher.
“So you liked it, huh?”
“I lied. I didn’t like it at all.”
He moved his hand under my chin and turned my head in his direction. His expression was serious. “Stephanie, do you have any idea how f*cking hard I am right now?”
Every word in the English language flew out of my head. Chase’s other hand was all the way up my thigh. I felt my legs open slightly and he nudged them apart further, cupping me with such sudden surety that my breathing shuddered to a halt. He massaged, his thumb pushing.
“Do you want to find out?” he said quietly. “I’ll show you, honey. I’ll show you over and over.”
My body had completely betrayed me. My hips were thrusting slightly to meet the touch of his hand and the ache between my legs silenced every thought in my head. I felt myself nodding.
Chase kissed me. He teased when he kissed, running his lips over mine gently, barely skimming me with his tongue. Then he suddenly moved his hand behind my neck and pulled me against him with brute force. I knew I was kissing him back just as urgently. I wanted it just as much as he did, maybe more. Chase stopped long enough to rise from the couch and lift me into his arms. I fit there nicely.
“Which one’s yours?” he asked, stopping in the hallway beyond the kitchen.
I pointed to my bedroom and Chase kicked the door closed behind us. He set me down and immediately pulled off his shirt. I stared. He was a god. An absolute f*cking god. He knew it too, pulling down his pants without hesitation so that he stood there in only his underwear. He reached for me and there was nothing mocking about his manner anymore.
“Take it off,” he demanded, yanking on the bottom of my shirt.
I held back, crossing my arms in front of me. Chase was looking at me oddly.
Why couldn’t I do this right? Why couldn’t I just strip my clothes off, open my legs and enjoy the hell out of this? I wanted to.
“Hey,” Chase said softly, pulling me close. “There’s no rush here. We can take it slow.” He held me against his body, his strong arms around my back. I could feel him between my legs, hard and ready.
He watched my face as his hands crept slowly underneath my shirt. When he started to lift it I slowly raised my arms so it would go neatly over my head. Chase groaned.
“Damn, you’re pretty.” He pushed me gently back on the bed. I was still wearing my plain cotton bra. “Now,” he smiled, pulling down the straps. “You need to finally let me see the rest of you.”
I bit my lip, sitting up on my elbows. “Not much there, I’m afraid.”
He unhooked my bra and groaned again. “Bullshit, baby. I’m gonna suck the hell out of those sweet little tits.” He went to one breast and then the other, playing his tongue over the nipples until they were both at attention. My hands went tentatively to his head and then down his back. Chase was just about perfect looking. The sight of his broad, muscled shoulders under my hands, not to mention his mouth on my breasts, made the ache between my legs pulse almost unbearably. I’d never wanted anyone this bad. He moved to my mouth and kissed me for a long time while he positioned himself between my legs, sliding my jeans down and pushing against the flimsy barrier of my underpants, lightly, and then more firmly. He had shed his boxers and my panties were the only thing between us at this point. He was getting more aggressive, pinning me down, losing himself to his own lust.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he said, pushing against me harder. “And I already know how wet I make you. Fuck, it’s gonna feel so good.”
“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.
His hot breath was on my neck. His voice was raw and impossibly seductive. “Yes what, sweetheart? You want me to f*ck you?”
I wrapped my legs all the way around his waist, trying to pull him closer. “Yes!”
“I’m gonna, Steph. I’m gonna make you come until you can’t remember what year it is.” I felt his hands easing my panties down and I bucked underneath him. I couldn’t help it. In a minute I would start begging.
“Chase,” I moaned, “now.”
“In a second, honey.”
I was ready to force him inside me if that’s what it took for some relief. I glanced down and saw he was rolling on a condom. He smiled when he saw me looking. Then he pushed his hands underneath me, lifting my hips. He paused, the huge length of him pressed teasingly against me until I whimpered with frustration. He slid inside slowly and deliberately as I spread my legs wider to take all of him in.
Chase moved his hands to brace himself on the bed as he got inside of me. He started slow, pushing all the way in and then nearly withdrawing. I’d been staring at his chest, his broad, beautiful chest with Latin words tattooed across it.
“Look at me, Stephanie,” he said and it wasn’t a request. The sheer command in his voice sent a shudder rolling through me and I wanted him to push hard again. I wanted him to push so hard that I screamed from the shock of it.