Page 102 of Dream Chaser

He stopped kissing me for a second. “God, that sound. I want to hear it all night.”

His lips returned to mine, hot and firm.

I wanted to feel them on every part of me. Wanted him to do something to ease the pressure between my legs.

I dug my fingertips into his shoulders. “Ale.”

He hummed, his mouth shifting to my neck. “Say it again. Say my name.”

“Ale,” I repeated, just as the wet heat of his mouth closed over my breast. I gasped, and he shifted me so his leg was between mine.

“Better?” He licked my nipple, then bit it softly.

My hips surged forward, seeking friction.

He cupped my ass, bringing me closer to his mouth. Another moan left me as he sucked my nipple, each pull of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure to my clit. I could come just from this and rubbing against him.

Rolling my hips, I searched for the perfect angle.

He groaned. “Nova.”

“Too much?”

“Never. Take more. Anything you need.”

He unbuttoned my jeans, peppering my breasts with kisses.

“I want to taste you,” he said between licks and soft bites.

All it took was a breathless yes. He carried me to the bed, then lay me down in the middle, hovering over me.

The fire cast him in a warm glow. As he pulled my jeans down, I drank him in—the ridges of his abs, the erection straining against his zipper. In no time, I had nothing on but white lace panties.

He slid them down my hips slowly, eyes darkening as they trailed over my sex.

When he curled a warm palm over my knee, spreading my legs apart, I couldn’t help but tense.

The lust in his gaze cleared. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I whispered. “I just…” It was embarrassing to admit, but he needed to know. “I can’t finish this way.” At least, I hadn’t during the only two times it’d happened.

He kneeled in front of the bed, then gripped my hips and pulled me down until I was inches from his face.

“No,” he said, brushing his fingertips over my sex. “You haven’t finished like this yet, but you will. With me. And if you don’t like how I’m eating you, you’ll show me how you want it, and you won’t settle until I do it right. Understood?”

I failed to stop myself from smiling. “Yes, boss.”

He lowered his head to my sex. His tongue pressed against my aching clit, nudging it. “Not your boss tonight.” A long lick, and my toes curled. “Say”— he sucked it into his mouth—“my name.”

I fisted the sheets, heart thudding, each heartbeat echoing between my legs as he licked me in a slow, steady pattern. “Ale.”

“So, you like it like this.” Another lick. “What about this?”

He sucked my clit gently, then harder. My nerve endings buzzed, wetness flooding my core. “Yes.”

He hummed, lifting his eyes to mine. They blazed with a mix of lust and affection as he kept kissing me, building the pleasure that was suddenly within reach.

“Just like that,” I lifted my hips. “Don’t stop.”