Page 39 of The Heartbreaker (Chandler Brothers 3)
He met her sparkling green gaze. “You’re killing me.”
“That’s not in the plans.” She hooked her fingertips in the waistband of her panties. “Because if I kill you, you’ll miss the best part.”
He laughed, folding his arms over his chest. “It’s just an expression, babe.” He shot her a wry grin. “I’m up for anything you have to offer.”
“I can see that.” She lowered her gaze to the bulge in his jeans and shimmied her hips, giving him a real show as she pulled the panties down and off, tossing them his way.
Now she was naked on his bed, leaning against his pillows, and beckoning to him with a crook of one finger. “Come and get me, Chase.”
Between the come-hither look in her eyes and the seductive way her body called out to him, his restraint fled. He undressed in seconds, meeting her on the bed, making sure that his body met hers in the most intimate way on first contact. His groin pressed against her flesh, feeling her moist, damp heat. Chase wasn’t sure whose groan sounded louder in the otherwise silent room, but the noise was damn arousing.
Especially for a man who’d been on the edge all day. He closed his eyes and saw the moment Samson’s house went up in flames. When he opened them again, Sloane stared back at him, wide-eyed and waiting.
“When that house exploded, I thought you were inside,” he said gruffly. “I thought I’d lost you.” He brushed her hair off her face and tried to memorize each and every feature. “You took twenty years off my life.”
“And when I saw you standing outside the house, you added twenty years to mine.”
At her words, every part of him swelled—his heart, his body, his mind. Nothing mattered except doing as she said, joining with her and making them both feel alive.
The time for foreplay was over. He covered her mouth with his and, at the same time, thrusted hard and deep inside her.
* * *
Sloane inhaled and took all of him. She couldn’t believe she’d been so bold, so brazen. But with Chase, she not only had no problem asking for what she wanted, but she also felt safe and secure in doing so. He pulled back slowly, only to rear forward again, and her body registered every slick inch, every hard movement. She clenched her thighs tighter and sensation rocked through her, taking her higher and higher, closer to climax, someplace she didn’t want to go alone.
Still feeling bold, she reached down to where they met. For a brief moment, she savored the thrusting motion, letting the texture of their joined bodies arouse her mind too.
“God, you do something to me,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes. “Yeah, you’re doing something pretty incredible to me.” Her hips arched upward as if to back up her claim.
Tipping his head down, he licked at her breast, then suckled one nipple into his warm mouth. Her body shuddered at the erotic sensation, and when his teeth lightly grazed the distended tip, she arched off the mattress, pulling his penis all the way inside her needy body. He plunged deep and deeper still, until she felt him filling not just her femininity but something more, something she dare not name.
Apparently, he felt the same sensational waves, because he let out a low growl, one coming from deep in his throat as he began a steady pumping motion that brought them both to the edge fast and quick. Sloane knew she was losing control, yet she wanted to feel more. She discovered that if she held her breath, the waves spiraled higher and surrounded her in complete ecstasy. She inhaled once more, catching her breath. A cascade of bright light and amazing, exquisite pleasure took over, until the world seemed to explode. At the same moment, he found his release, his hips grinding in a circular motion, his big body trembling, shaking around hers.
By the time she came back to earth, her breathing wasn’t just shallow, she was gasping for air. She leaned her head back and sighed. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded gruff and not all that steady either.
She grinned. She hadn’t been kidding earlier when she spoke of still waters. He was a man of few words, something she was coming to appreciate about him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to the quiet sound of his heartbeat, and marveled at the calming effect he had on her in the midst of a life crisis.
His big hands smoothed the back of her hair and she reveled in the luxurious feeling of being cared for. “Mmm,” she purred, but she wasn’t oblivious to her promise. “About Samson …” she said, ready to talk.
“Shh. It’s late and you’ve had a long day.”
His words surprised her. “But I know you’re wondering.”
