Who didn’t want a romantic evening in Paris with a hot guy, even if that wasn’t the real purpose of this visit?
Chase reached for her thong again, and she levered herself up so he could slide it from beneath her. Her bare ass was cold when it hit the counter, but she was too excited to care.
Chase was about to fuck her—and she was certain it would be good, at least for a little while. Until he got off and she pretended she had too. Until reality came crashing down.
But then he pushed her back on the counter until her ass was right on the edge. When he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her belly, she wasn’t sure what was happening—until he slid his tongue around her belly button and down, down, down into the wet seam of her sex.
“Oh God,” she gasped as he pushed her open with his fingers and sucked her clit.
“Oh Chase will do,” he said, his voice muffled, his breath hot against her slick pussy.
He pushed a finger into her, slowly and carefully, his mouth never stopping the magic it was doing to her. When he started fucking her with his finger, she moaned at the sensations wreaking havoc on her body. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly and deliberately while he licked her hard and soft, fast and slow.
Sophie’s body tightened quickly, spiraling inward until she was on the verge of an orgasm so intense she thought she might scream when it happened.
“Chase, please… please,” she panted.
She was so close and so afraid it wouldn’t happen, that he would stop for some reason, that she’d never reach that peak she was straining for.
But he didn’t stop. He spread her wide and devoured her with a skill and intensity that sent her over the edge so hard she saw stars. She didn’t scream—she couldn’t make a sound at first, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move…
And then the spell snapped and she dragged in a breath, her body trembling and tingling as if she’d been hit by lightning. Chase stood in front of her now, looming over her, his height blocking the view of the tower in the background.
“You okay, baby?”
“Okay? I think I’m shattered beyond repair.”
He chuckled. And then he gathered her up and lifted her against him.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” she protested, but he only laughed as he started walking toward the bedroom.
“I outweigh you by at least seventy pounds. And I’ve had to carry men my size through battlefields, so don’t you even start that shit with me. Carrying you is easy compared to a full ruck and an injured teammate.”
She believed him, especially considering the ease with which he navigated the room. He kicked open her bedroom door and carried her in, depositing her on the bed and coming down on top of her.
Then he reached up and the light snapped on as he found the lamp.
She turned her head and closed her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.”
“I gathered that. Why?”
He laughed, a low, deep, almost menacing sound in his throat. “Because I want to watch your face as I sink my cock into you. And the next time you come, I want to see it happen.”
She knew she was blushing, but she made herself open her eyes and turn her head so she could look up at him. And, heaven help her, he was beautiful. All hot, hard, perfect muscle hovering over her. He rippled when he moved, and it was a sight to behold.
He let his gaze drift down between them, over her curves and pale flesh, slowly taking her in. And, for once, she felt beautiful instead of nervous. He made her feel like that with the way he looked at her.
It hit her that he really meant it when he said she was beautiful. Oh, she knew she had a face that made men turn and stare sometimes, thanks to her mother—but she didn’t have the body, and she knew that too.
Until now. Now she believed what she saw on Chase’s face. He was into her. This wasn’t a chore to him. A task. The boy who would never talk to her when they were teenagers was now looking at her like he could eat her up with a spoon.
And that thought made her blush because he had eaten her up. Eaten her up and made her fall apart spectacularly with his fingers buried inside her and his tongue sliding over her clit again and again.
“What’s on that pretty mind of yours?” he asked.
“I think you know.”
He skimmed his fingers between her legs, against her clit, and her back bowed. “This.”
“Yes…”
“You want more?”
His fingers moved back and forth, barely touching her but eliciting a response nevertheless.
“Yes.”
He dropped his head and licked her nipple. “You’re going to have to be more explicit than that. Tell me what you want, Sophie.”