Page 59 of Lead Me On
Her bedroom was perfectly neat, not one thing out of place until Jane kicked off her shoes. He hopped on one foot and then the other, unlacing his boots so he could toe them off as Jane reached to unzip her jeans.
He liked this girl. A lot. She wasn’t looking to be seduced or worn down. She wanted this as much as he did and had no stake in pretending otherwise. But when she reached to push her underwear off, Chase held up a hand. “Wait.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re doing this my way today, and I want you to wait.”
Her brow drew tight. He met her gaze and waited. Jane didn’t exactly give in, but she didn’t take off her panties either. Good enough.
Chase shucked off the rest of his clothes, enjoying the way her eyes ate him up as he walked toward her. Aware of how she’d touched him that first night, Chase traced his hand down her elegant neck and over her collarbone, measuring her response by the hitch in her breath. She liked it when he dragged his thumb over the soft flesh above the line of her bra. She jumped a little when he got too close to her arm, so he veered up, away from ticklish spots.
He circled her, the way she’d circled him, and pressed his mouth to intriguing spots like the top of her shoulder and the place where it began to curve up to her neck. He licked her nape, the way she’d licked his, then dragged his fingertips all the way down her spine.
“I’ve never touched anything so soft, Jane. Never.” He spread both hands over her full hips, then her narrow waist and the hard cage of her ribs. “Amazing,” he breathed, pressing his erection to her ass.
Jane inhaled sharply, reaching back to grip his naked hips.
He thought about ripping off her underwear and sliding into her right there, but just a few minutes ago he’d been intent on taking it slowly. Jane was likely to end this affair at any moment, and he’d never eventastedher.
So Chase sucked at her neck and memorized her curves with his hands before he nudged her panties gently down. He took off her bra and turned her to face him.
As always, the sight of her breasts stole his breath. Amazing. Just like the rest of her.
The dark triangle of hair that covered her sex was nearly black against her pale skin. It looked…untouched. And here was the friendly mystery he’d pondered for hours.
Chase backed her up to the bed and eased her down. He knelt before her and put his hands over her knees to spread them wide. “Ah,” he breathed at the beautiful glimpse of her. That triangle of hair was perfect…and there was nothing else. The rest of her was waxed bare, leaving vulnerable and naked the plump lips and pink wetness. “Ah, sweet God.”
Hooking his hands beneath her knees, Chase tugged her forward until she was within reach of his mouth. And then he kissed her. Finally. He licked her and sucked her and listened to her cries as if they were music. He traced the soft flesh and flicked his tongue over her until she begged for more, and then he gave her more, plunging two fingers deep.
“Oh, God, Chase,” she groaned. “Oh, God, you’re so good.”
Well, that was nice. It was even nicer when Jane screamed his name, her hips jerking against his hold as she came, the taste of her flooding him.
Too fast. Too fast. He cupped his whole hand over her heat as her shivers subsided.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “That was… It was good.”
“It was gorgeous,” he agreed, rising to his knees and tugging her farther off the edge of the mattress. Now she was only an inch from his throbbing cock, the wetness of her tempting him to slide into that heat, to feel every bit of her squeezing against him, naked and slick.
“Chase,” she whispered. He looked up to see her eyes burning into him. “Fuck me.”
Yes. His hands shook against her thighs. His jeans were so far away, and he wanted to fuck her just like this, the way it was supposed to be.
But he couldn’t. “Damn it,” he muttered and lunged to the side to snag his jeans. “Damn it.” He tore open the condom and slid it on, then sank himself deep in one brutal thrust.
Jane pressed her feet flat to the floor, arching her back as she cried out. Her sex squeezed him, the muscles tightening at the invasion. If Jane ended this, Chase was going to start hanging around the Pilates classroom at the rec center. But some other Pilates girl likely wouldn’t be the fix he needed. It was Jane who turned him on so much. Jane and her tight body and confusing life and incredible hunger.
He thrust into her slow and hard, watching the way she bit her lip and clenched her hands. Her back arched harder, thrusting her breasts higher. Chase watched, eyes narrowed in focus. He was the one making her muscles clench. It was his cock filling her up and pushing those cries from her throat. Growling with greedy pleasure, he quickened his pace.
“Chase,” she whispered, eyes opening to show just as much fierceness as he felt.
God, she was beautiful. So gorgeous she made his heart clench with pain. And suddenly this wasn’t enough, this brutal coupling. They’d already done this. He wanted more.
Gathering her body into his arms, he shifted her farther onto the bed, so that he could rise over her. Now he could kiss her. Now he could lower himself to her body and feel her skin against his. Her arms clutched him closer, and that tension inside him loosened with relief.
Now he could taste her and breathe her in and feel her and sink deep into her sex all at the same time. He was surrounded by Jane, absorbed by her, andpleasurewasn’t a strong enough word to describe the rightness of it.
“Jane,” he whispered, biting a spot just below her ear. “Jane.”
