My sex clenched, fueled by the soft, penetrating motion of his tongue.
“Fuck me, Chase,” I whispered. “Fuck me, now.”
His fingers pulled back.
The sudden emptiness surprised me.
Had he listened to my command?
I opened my eyes and saw him standing. The look in his eyes was fierce and wild.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled.
Why the fuck wasn’t he moving?
Undressing?
Doing something, rather than just staring at my exposed flesh?
I lifted one leg high up in the air to give him all the view he wanted. It was something I never thought I’d be doing for a man—be proactive, straightforward with my desire.
“If it’s going to be the last time, then I’ll do it on my own terms,” Chase said, his eyes hooded. “I want you to do as I say when I say it.”
I nodded, fascinated by his pure primal energy. He peeled off his shirt and jeans. My tongue wet my suddenly dry lips as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal his magnificent erection.
I expected him to drop the belt. Instead, he held it up. “I’ll hold on to this.”
He leapt onto the bed.
My heartbeat quickened as his hand grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the spot. The belt went around my wrists and the headboard, his touch gentle but definite, the look in his eyes, something I had never seen before.
It was dominant, and possessive. And so fucking sexy. His voice was husky, his breath hot against my suddenly cold skin.
“You’re not going to forget me,” he whispered in my ear.
As if anyone would.
His voice was deep and strained, filled with control and so much desire, I knew it could easily match mine.
My body trembled as I watched him kneel and take his hard cock into his hand, his fingers moving up and down his hard shaft, his eyes never leaving me. The strokes were slow and measured, his breathing raspy, as his gaze traced every inch of me, lingering on my breasts, the soft spot between my legs.
His heady smell permeated the air, making me painfully aware just how much I wanted him. My sex clenched again, my mouth watered at the thought teasing him the way I knew he was about to tease me.
“Let me taste you,” I begged, eager to take him into my mouth.
“Not today, baby. Today it’s all about you.”
I couldn’t stop the shudder running through me as he moved between my legs, spreading them wide apart to settle between my thighs. Two fingers squeezed inside me, probing, stretching. I moaned and lifted my hips just a little bit, urging him to go deeper.
“You’re wet for me,” Chase growled, his tone almost feral.
How could I tell him that I was always wet for him? Always ready.
“Tell me what you want, Laurie.” The command was sharp. Not answering was not an option.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes locked with his. “Just tonight. For the last time.”
His eyes darkened, but not with lust. Flames of anger flashed through them, turning the gray blue a few shades darker.
“As you wish.”
His hands busied themselves with the belt, tightening even though I could barely move my wrists.
I closed my eyes, feeling him settling, the head of his cock against my folds, my wetness coating him a moment before he slid inside me, one inch at a time. I felt my mind losing focus. Another shudder rocked me as he thrust into me until I could take no more and shifted, the size and weight of his cock too big.
A bit uncomfortable, too tight.
And yet the burning and desire didn’t stop.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything he had to give.
His hand moved down to my clit, rubbing it in slow, relentless strokes, until the pressure inside me built up, ready to throw me over the edge.
“Don’t fight it, Laurie.” His voice was hoarse, aroused by the fact that he was deep inside me twitching, but not moving, stretching me, but not giving me the friction I so desperately sought.
We were connected, linked, my body shaking with exhaustion, screaming for the release only he could give me.
Soon, I knew, I would come, no matter whether he moved or not, because his fingers were doing a hell of a job.
The oncoming climax was hanging over my head like a sword.
“Please just fuck me,” I begged.
“Not yet. You’re too tight for me. I want you to be completely wet, otherwise it’s going to hurt.” His tone was strained, as though he was having a hard time controlling himself.
His words made no sense.
I was wet, wasn’t I?
His fingers moved faster while his body and his cock stood still. My hips lifted to grant him deeper access.
He groaned but didn’t move.
Damn it.
His fingers moved faster. The pulsating ache between my legs intensified. And then I felt it. My body relaxed, and my insides began to burn. A moan escaped my breath as his fingers continued to rub the sensitive spot one more time before he pulled out and then plunged his cock deep inside me, spreading me wide open.
My pulse spiked. I opened my eyes and caught his intense gaze.
“Please,” I whispered, ready to beg some more.
“By the time I’m done, I’m going to be so deep inside you, you’ll never think of another man again.”
Please, as if anyone could ever take his place inside my mind. Or heart. Or pussy.
I shook my head, my eyes wild. The pressure was too much, the waves of lust and pleasure rocking me too hard. I flicked my tongue over my parched lips.
“Chase.” His name found its way past my lips as I peered down at the spot where our bodies connected.
He pulled out almost to his crown, the moisture glittering on his long shaft. And then he leaned forward and kissed me hard, his mouth crushing mine just as his cock thrust inside me in one straight move.
All the way in.
He had never kissed me so wildly before. His cock had never been so deep inside me.
His mouth stifled my moans while his fingers resumed their torture on my clit.
Slowly at first, he began to move, his thrusts measured while his lips moved to my neck, my collarbone, my cheeks, and then back to my lips. My body tightened, my chest heaved as I started to rock against him to meet his hips.
“Lift your legs higher,” he commanded.
The air cold against my feverish skin, I obeyed and fully opened myself to his thrusts. His movements became harder and faster, as if he wanted to bury himself deep into me. My vision began to spin, and the initial pulses changed to tremors. My hands struggled against their restrains. Closing my eyes, I moved my hips against his, but it was impossible to keep up his speed.
“Chase,” I cried a moment before every muscle in my body tensed.
And then the climax crashed through me.
It didn’t take long for him to follow. One more hit, and the second orgasm rocked through me.
Fucking hell.
I smiled, savoring the moment because I knew our moment together wouldn’t last.
Chapter 18
The phone kept ringing, the annoying sound echoing in my brain. I pulled the pillow over my head, debating whether to throw the phone against the wall or give up hope on any sleep and pick up.
It had to be Jude, I just knew it. Everyone else wouldn’t be so persistent.
I stretched out my hand from under the covers and grabbed it, keeping my eyes closed as I responded. “Yeah?”
“Laurie.” Jude’s frantic voice echoed at the other end. “You promised to call.”
I winced at her shrill tone and pressed my eyes tightly shut. The pounding in my head was merciless and hard—as if a sledgehammer was working hard to split my skull open. “Please stop shouting. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Which was true. I barely got any sleep last night.
“Sorry. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”
I sighed and tossed the pillow aside. “All right. What’s going on?”
“Clint called.”
The two words were enough to freeze my blood in my veins.
I rose instantly, all sleep gone, and blinked against the glaring morning sun flooding in through the window. A glance at the bedside clock told me it was ten a.m. so it had to be late morning in NYC, where Jude was staying, and early morning in California, where Clint lived.
The sun spilled its unnerving rays into the bedroom, lighting it up like a shrine. I got up and pulled the curtains, the semi-darkness providing instant relief.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Jude asked. “I just got off the phone with Clint.”
“What did he want?” I asked with a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
“He wants to know where you are, but don’t worry, I didn’t blab,” Jude said.
“Did he say why he wants to know where I am?”
“Yes, he did.” She paused, hesitating. “He asked why you went to court behind his back. He said you and he had a deal, and that you broke it.” She sounded concerned. “Are you taking him to court, Laurie? He sounded real mad and threatened you with consequences.”
Oh, shit.
All the blood rushed out of my face as my hands started to sweat. Letting myself fall on my back, I closed my eyes and willed myself to take deep breaths.
They didn’t calm me down one bit.
Worse yet, panic rose inside me as my mind recalled Chase’s words, his plans, his intentions.
He was moving forward with his plans.
It was all his fault.
I didn’t have to consider the possibility, I just knew. After all, he had warned me of what he was about to do, but for some stupid reason, I thought after last night he’d change his mind; that I had more time, that he’d respect my wishes.