An Indecent Proposal(55)

Nodding, I didn’t dare glance at him, at his strong legs, or the muscles flexed in his arms. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him prop up on one elbow, regarding me.

“What?” I turned sharply, unsure what the heck he was waiting for, and noticed the glint of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re sleeping on my side. The light switch…it’s next to you.” He pointed to the bedside table, and the glint of amusement flashed again.

I followed his line of vision to what resembled a small water bottle made of stainless steel pinned to the wall. It was the most obscure light switch I had ever seen—not that I had seen many. Confused, my fingers brushed over the smooth surface. Now, how could I switch off the damn thing? There was no button to press. No cord to pull, and most certainly no switch. Nothing to give away how this thing worked. I brushed my fingers up and down, this time in slow motion, and Chase let out a low chuckle. That’s when I realized the thing looked a bit phallic and the motion of my fingers was bound to attract naughty thoughts—at least in my dirty imagination.

As though burned, I quickly pulled my hand away. “How do you—” My voice broke in mid-sentence when he leaned over me, his strong arm carelessly draping over my heaving chest, like it belonged there.

And then the room was bathed in darkness with only the moonlight streaming through the open drapes and the city lights twinkling in the black sky.

As my eyes adjusted, I could make out Chase’s features, his gray-blue eyes two dark spots that seemed to shimmer with mystery. Suddenly aware of his all-consuming presence, I held my breath as I wondered what he was thinking. Ever so slowly he leaned forward and his mouth conquered mine. My breath swished out of me in a guttural moan. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him just a little bit closer to me, my mouth opening to welcome his hot tongue. But his kiss remained soft and gentle against my lips, my mind frozen in the moment, as if time had stopped.

In the silence of the night, his mouth against mine felt different. It was intoxicating, powerful, and inexorable. Tiny jolts of electricity rushed through my abdomen, settling in that one little spot no one had ever touched.

I pressed my breasts against him and my nipples beaded instantly at contact, as though the darkness around us was a gate and all I had needed was a kiss to open my body for him.

Running my hands down his back, I bit his lower lip and he rewarded me with an appreciative moan that caressed my senses. Touching him was intoxicating, terrifying, but also addictive. I couldn’t take it while at the same time I wanted more…whatever the consequences.

My tongue flicked past his lips and into his mouth. It was just a little bit, but enough to break through the gates of his self-control. I gasped when he sucked my lower lip into his mouth and dipped his tongue into my willing mouth while his hands began to roam over my body to remove my clothes, stroking, pinching, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Chase.” My breath hitched in my throat, his name trapped on my lips and stifled by his exploring tongue.

At some point he shifted on top of me and his knee parted my legs, the cold air grazing my most sensitive spot. His hardness pressed against my thigh, fascinating me, urging me to touch it.

For a moment I considered reaching down to stroke him just to know what it’d feel like, but Chase was faster, more decisive in his actions.

His hands moved lower, stroking my body with a passion no water or wind could control. My heartbeat raced with fear and anticipation as my foggy mind fought to make a decision whether to stop him right there and then. Or allow him to go just a little further to find out what I had been wondering ever since we met. I wanted to know what touching and intimate kissing meant. I wanted to feel certain parts of his body buried deep inside me, pinning me to the bed the way I imagined every time I so much as heard his name, his tongue in my mouth, rendering me unable to speak.

“God, Laurie.” A labored breath escaped his lips. I laughed because it pleased me to see he wasn’t so unaffected.

“More,” I whispered, meaning it. I had no idea what more would entail, but I was ready to let him decide, even if he wanted to go all the way, even if I was nothing but a conquest to him.

His mouth trailed down to my breasts, latching onto one hard nipple, and he tugged at it gentle, sucking and licking in equal measures. I arched my back involuntarily, asking for more. He shifted his attention to the other nipple before trailing further down, past my stomach, lower and lower.

I held my breath when he started placing soft butterfly kisses on my inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” I whispered and tried to push my legs together, but his hands forced my knees wide apart, my flaming sex inches from his lips. Pushing up on my elbows, I regarded him in the darkness. His expression was unreadable, his grip hard on my skin, probably leaving a bruise or two in the process. I felt so hot and powerless all I could do was stare at him as our eyes connected.