Hot Protector(46)

“Jesus,” he said softly.

His eyes slid over her body, the lacy white bra pushing her breasts—big, beautiful, creamy breasts—into soft mounds of flesh. Her belly wasn’t flat, but he didn’t care. It was soft and curvy, her waist was defined, and her hips flared out into killer curves. A tiny scrap of panty covered her pussy. It wasn’t lacy, however. Judging by the strings on the sides, it was definitely a thong.

Holy shit, she’d changed from sexy panty to off-the-fucking-chain panty.

His mouth went dry. His throat ached. Sophie’s beautiful eyes glittered in challenge, but he knew she was putting on a brave front because he’d dared her to.

“Not quite what you expected?” she said, her chin thrust upward even as she leaned back in the chair with her ass on the edge.

“Better than I expected.”

And that was the fucking truth.

Her chin quivered and he changed his plan to eat her pussy first thing, instead leaning in to her and curving his hand around the back of her neck before taking her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss.

Her lips opened and his tongue slipped inside, stroking hers. She moaned into his mouth and his balls tightened. Her arms went around his neck, her hands spearing into his hair. Her touch was sensual, sizzling. It shocked him how much she affected him with that simple gesture.

Hell, had he ever been this excited in his life? This ready to explode?

He lifted her up as she gasped, then walked her the few steps to the counter, setting her on it. But he didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t stop devouring her mouth even as he pushed the robe off her shoulders and went for the catch of her bra. He felt it snap free, and then he filled his hands with her tits. Her nipples were already hard points, but he intended to suck them into harder ones.

Just as soon as he managed to stop kissing her.

It took a lot longer than he expected. In the meantime, he thumbed her nipples until she squirmed, and then he tugged her forward on the counter until their groins fit together. He was very aware of the fact he had too many clothes on when her legs wrapped around his ass and her hips shifted, pressing her pussy against his cock.

But then her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and she started tugging his T-shirt out of his pants. When she had it free, she lifted it up until he had to break the kiss to let her pull it over his head. He took it from her and dropped it before claiming her mouth again.

Her palms were on his skin, leaving fire wherever she touched. He thrust his fingers into her hair and found the clip she’d used to pile it on her head. Then he released it and practically groaned when the silken strands fell against his skin.

He wound his hand into its length and tugged her head backward until he had to break the kiss with her. Then he let his mouth trail down her throat.

“My God, Sophie, you are so fucking hot.”

“Chase,” she moaned as he fastened his mouth over a nipple.

He sucked it between his teeth, softly nibbled the tip, and then slid his tongue around it. Her fingers curled into his shoulders and her body squirmed on the counter. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and he wished he was buried inside her while doing this.

All in good time. Because he wasn’t stopping until he’d gotten everything he wanted—and given everything he had.





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Sophie thought she might come simply from his mouth on her nipples. Chase spent so much time there, licking, sucking, biting, until her pussy was soaked and she could barely form a coherent thought.

But then his hands settled on her hips and his thumbs hooked into her thong. Her heart slammed into her throat as she anticipated what would come next. She’d had sex a few times, but she wouldn’t call it the best experience of her life. It was usually done in a dark room with a man who didn’t spend nearly enough time making her comfortable before he was grinding away on top of her and saying things like “Oh baby, yeah, that’s it, baby.”

Chase started tugging her panties down her hips, and everything she’d been thinking hit her at once.

“Wait,” she gasped and he looked up, his eyes glazed. “The lights.”

His brows lowered. “What? Fuck the lights. I want to see you.”

She was actually touched by that because she believed he meant it. He said it with too much conviction not to. “The neighbors can see. Or worse,” she told him as she thought about Sergei Turov at the airport.

Chase’s expression eased. “Honey, we’re safe. No one’s finding us here. But I gotta agree that the neighbors don’t need to see what’s going on.”

He reached for the switch and they were plunged into darkness. But it wouldn’t take long for the light from outside to illuminate him for her. Behind him, the top of the Eiffel Tower shone over the rooftops and her heart felt light and free, at least for now.