Page 17 of Lead Me On
Jane rolled her hips, rising at the same time before easing down. Oh, God,yes.She set the rhythm, working herself against his rock-hard shaft.
His hands left her hips and rose to cup her breasts, his thumbs dragging hard over her nipples. Jane arched her back, rolling her hips.
“Ah, Christ,” he groaned. “You’ve got muscles everywhere.”
“Pilates.” She sighed, dropping her hips harder against him.
He rose to meet her, driving deep, pinching her nipples hard. Her soul swelled inside her, pushing out until her body felt too small.
This was who she was. She wasn’t a cold, controlled businesswoman who didn’t need a man. She was a hot, needful thing who reveled in using and being used in turn. This was who she really was, deep inside. A woman proud of her big breasts and curvy ass. A woman who thrilled at inspiring easy lust in strange men.
She took him faster; her hips fell harder.
“Fuck!” he growled. His arms wrapped around her and the world shifted, and suddenly Jane found herself on her back.
If she’d thought him deep before, she’d been mistaken. Now he slid deep and true and hard, pounding into her.
“Oh…” She sighed. “Oh, yes.” She dug her nails into his ass in case he wasn’t listening.
He fucked her harder, nothing shallow or fast about it.
Chase hooked his arm under her knee and pulled her leg higher. Suddenly he was hitting the exact right spot. A spot she’d forgotten about in the past few years.
“Chase.”
His back grew slick under her grasping hands. His hips slapped into her.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.Yes.”
Finally that familiar pressure began to build high in her sex, and every brutal thrust rubbed against it. “Chase!” she screamed, pulling him closer, knowing she was scratching him and not caring in the least. She was too busy coming her heart out, her hips jerking hard against his thrusts.
She was still distant, floating high above herself, when he roared and drove into her one last time…and then all she could feel was her heart pounding and her breath rushing from her tight throat and his limbs sliding slick and sweaty against hers.
Wow, her mind whimpered. Oh, wow. Just…wow.
He was breathing even harder than her, his forehead pressed into the mattress next to her ear. Aware now of her clutching fingers, Jane relaxed her hands and smoothed them over his back. His breath hitched. She pressed a tiny kiss to the edge of his tattoo, hoping he wouldn’t notice and mistake it for attachment.
That had been…amazing. Unbelievable. Sure, she’d wanted some sort of sexual miracle. She’d wanted him rough and big and dirty and, most important, good in bed. But there’d been a small chance he could’ve been just as awful in bed as Greg.
It was a chance she’d been willing to take. And it had paid off in spades.
Chase slid his arm free and let her leg fall back to the mattress. Slowly, slowly he slipped out of her body before rolling to his side with a groan.
Parts of her ached. Parts that hadn’t ached in a very long time. Jane quietly stretched, listening to her muscles sing. Oh, yeah.
“Jane?” Chase whispered.
She tilted her head toward him.
“Damn. That was… Damn.”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “Thank you.”
“No, thankyou.”
Well, on top of everything else he was polite.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. Hungry? Before she could shake her head, he nodded. “I’m starving. I’m going to jump in the shower and then I’ll make us a snack. Stay there.”
