Page 60 of Lead Me On
Her nails bit into his back, pulling him tighter. His strokes quickened as her legs wrapped around his hips. She pressed herself into his cock, a quiet moan telling him he was hitting just the right spot. Sweat made their movements fluid and hot. Too hot. Chase felt a bright pressure building, tightening.
He shifted his body a little higher, and her moans turned to keening. “I want to feel you come,” he whispered. “Come again, Jane. For me.”
“Ah, God,” she sobbed, her nails dragging down to his ass.
Chase gritted his teeth and kept his strokes even, despite wanting to thrust frantically into her, to come inside her, fill her up.
“Yes,” he urged as her body strained toward him.Please.He wasn’t going to last. He couldn’t hold out. She was too hot, too tight, too soft and trembling. He couldn’t…
“Fuck,” he growled as his orgasm loomed over him. Finally Jane screamed, her body stiffened beneath him, sex pulsing tight, and Chase let go with a roar.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SHE DIDN’T KICK HIM OUT.
Chase wasn’t so confident about his welcome that he’d dare to leave her alone and jump into the shower, but he was quietly pleased when she pulled back the sheets and motioned him to join her. The noon sun glowed through the curtains, after all. Jane had the perfect excuse to clear her throat and mention work or Jessie or one of a hundred other excuses. But she didn’t.
Instead, she cuddled naked into his side, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, breath teasing over his chest.
Two nights ago he’d been angry with her, frustrated that she wouldn’t share anything about her life unless she was forced to. But he’d let that go today when she’d talked about being valued and respected as if it were a priceless, rare thing. He hadn’t known anyone who respected Dynasty MacKenzie, and she clearly hadn’t respected herself.
Chase wanted to tell her that he understood. He’d had his own problems in high school. But considering her reaction to Jessie’s stupidity…probably not a good idea. He’d just be handing her another excuse to blow him off. Better to leave the past in the past.
Certainly Jane seemed to think so. She’d changed her name, for God’s sake, as brutal a severing from her old life as she could make. She didn’t want anyone to know about her past.
He could live with that.
“Tell me about your tattoo,” she murmured.
Chase glanced down to the thick black ink that swirled around his arm. “It’s not a very good story, I’m afraid. I wanted a tattoo, and the day I turned eighteen I went in for this one.”
“It must have taken more than a day.”
“It took a few weeks.”
Her arms stretched across him to trace a dark edge. “It’s nice. I’m glad you didn’t go with a naked dancing girl.”
“I couldn’t decide on blonde or brunette, so I had to go with abstract tribal.”
“Smart man.”
“Maybe you should get a tattoo. You sure seem to like mine a lot.”
“Yeah, right. Can you imagine me with a tattoo?”
Actually, he could. It would match her hidden lush body and sexy underwear and insatiable appetite. And her secret past.
But he wasn’t stupid enough to say that, so he just rested his mouth against her temple and closed his eyes. God, she felt good. “So no tattoos, huh? How’d you get that scar on your knee?”
Her head shifted as she looked down, as if he was talking about someone else’s knee. “Oh, that? A fight on the playground in first grade. The girl pushed me down. I had to get stitches.”
“Aw. Poor Jane.”
He felt her mouth smile against his shoulder as he glanced toward the clock.
“Damn,” he muttered at the unforgiving numbers. “What do you say we grab a quick shower and go to lunch?”
He hadn’t realized just how liquid her body had become until she stiffened against him. He couldfeelher thinking. Considering the pros and cons of going out to lunch with him.
