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Sunday, June 27, 2010
“I can take care of myself.” Lacey finally tugged away from him. “And you owe me for that bottle of perfume.” So much for their truce. She turned abruptly to leave.
“You little hellcat.” His tone was low; the words ground out between his teeth. Chase’s hand encircled her arm, and he jerked her back to him. “You almost blind me with that stuff, and now you expect me to replace it?” He pulled Lacey even closer, until her breasts were crushed against his unyielding, naked chest. His hands were like steel bands around the flesh of her upper arms. She caught her breath, her heart slamming in her chest. The heat from Chase’s body seeped into hers, drawing an immediate response.
Lacey felt her nipples harden and tingle with excitement. Something hot flowed through her aroused body, pooling between her thighs. The palms of her hands flattened against his chest; the lower half of her body arched into his as lust took control of her emotions. Fear that Chase would realize what he was doing to her nearly crippled her.
“Let me go.” Oh God. Was that her weak, pitiful voice? Without warning, Chase’s hand was at the back of her head, his fingers threading through her loose hair and twisting it into a knot. A soft cry escaped Lacey when she found her head jerked back.
Lightning revealed the raw passion etched on Chase’s chiseled face. The flaring nostrils, his prominent cheekbones, and tightly drawn lips left no doubts that he was as turned on as she was. The blaze in his eyes held Lacey’s gaze captive. Filled with an unspoken promise of what was to come. She could barely take a breath when he began to lower his face.
“I’ve been hard since the first time I laid eyes on you.” She felt his warm breath against her face. “No…” Lacey’s heart was about to pound out of her chest. She should fight him, assert herself, and knee him in the groin. Something! She didn’t want this, did she? She opened her mouth to protest when he thrust his hips against her. Oh God!
“Yes!” His hoarse whisper held a hint of savageness to it, and before Lacey could do any of the things she was thinking, Chase’s mouth swooped down to steal her breath away with a scorching kiss.
She stiffened, but it didn’t last. He didn’t fight fair. While one hand held her head so he could kiss her at will, the other glided down Lacey’s back and over her bottom, squeezing a half-naked cheek while grinding his hard-on into her. A sob rose in her throat when she realized she was responding to his sexual attack and the forceful persuasion of his mouth.
“Chase,” she whispered when his mouth left hers to rain kisses down her throat. She closed her eyes and moaned, growing weak in the knees. “No…”
“No, don’t kiss you?” His lips brushed the curve of her jaw. “No, don’t touch you?” His mouth moved on to tease the flesh of her neck. Lacey trembled wildly. “No, don’t make love to you?”
Before Lacey realized his intention, he tugged at the spaghetti strap of her camisole and pulled it down until her breast was bare. The sound that escaped him left no doubt that he was close to the end of his limit. He cupped her flesh and pulled it up at the same time, lowering his head until his mouth was on her. A mini explosion of pleasure caused Lacey’s breath to catch.
“Oh!” She’d never felt anything as pleasurable. A day’s growth of beard added to the pleasure of Chase’s mouth as it worked against her sensitive skin. Her hands began to move over his shoulders and back, relishing in the feel of his sculptured body. Lacey had no doubt their heated moment was going to end with them making love. It had been leading up to this. And she was shamelessly eager to feel his possession.
His large hands cupped her buttocks, grinding her against the front of him. It was nearly her undoing. Moaning weakly, Lacey’s hands clutched the front of his loose shirt, her head falling back. She arched her throat so he could put his mouth there, which he did without invitation or hesitation. She sucked in air, unconsciously
rotating her hips against him, urging his hungry flesh to please her.
Lacey trembled against him; her body close to exploding. He was hot, but she was hotter. The evidence of his need strained against the crevice between her legs, forcing her to ride out the growing storm. The pleasure was so intense, so exquisite, she was sure she was going to drop to the floor or faint. In a burst of over whelming passion, she put her mouth on Chase, biting a male nipple.
“Shit, Lacey! You want me to come right here?” His hands moved beneath the silky fabric over her bottom, and he lifted Lacey up and down against the swelling in the front of his jeans. “I want my cock buried deep inside you when that happens.”