Chase and Seduction (3 page)

He said, “Look at me."

She tipped her head, the tequila spreading warmth from her belly, sending a dizzy, loosening-up effect to her brain. The strange sensation of being in someone else's body grew stronger and she blinked to clear her vision.

He stared at her, searched her face, then focused on her eyes, taking in her response to the tequila.

And her response was...too honest. “I like looking at you."

His lips curved into a slight smile. “Yeah?"

His face was so close, she couldn't resist, and she lifted her arm, which felt like a hundred pounds, and touched her fingers to his cheek. “Chase, you're so handsome."

"I know.” His chuckle shook his chest. “Everyone knows. I was one of last year's top ten sexiest men in the world, remember?"

Remember? How could she forget? She'd seen his face in the magazine as they were casting the movie, and suggested Chase to the director. He dismissed her idea at first, but after she did research, and sent him videos of Chase being interviewed by late night talk show hosts and his guest appearance on a live comedy show, he agreed to give him a screen test. They offered him the role on the spot. “But your nose is crooked.” She ran a finger up onto the bridge of it.

"Really?” He looked down at his nose, cross-eyed. “Should I get it fixed while I'm here in LA?"

"No. Don't you dare. I love it just the way it is.” Love? Crap, that liquor put her over her limit. But what a sweet intoxication.

She pressed against him, her breasts to his hard chest, and her stomach to his stiff cock. Every inch of her slit quivered for him, wanting his big rod sliding in, stretching and filling her. Her finger trailed slowly down his nose to his upper lip, which bristled with a day's growth of mustache.

He opened his mouth and took her finger in, his teeth gently biting the first knuckle as his tongue tickled up and down on the pad. Then he wrapped his lips around her finger and sucked, keeping up the tongue action.

Reno closed her eyes and shook with the desire exploding inside her, her muscles tensing as she waited impatiently. She wanted that mouth on her breasts, on her clit.

As if he read her mind, he released her finger and bent his head to her breast, nibbling at her hard nipple, and even through layers of clothes, it sent wicked flashes of lust straight to her cunt.

"Mmm.” She licked her lips, tasting him on her. “Chase, what are we doing?"

"You can tell me to stop,” he growled, “but it'll kill me.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the zipper of his jeans. “I want you so goddamn bad."

Boldly squeezing his hard erection, she let a whimper escape her throat. Big and long, its heat warmed her palm through the soft denim.

He groaned. “It's going to happen. Right now, baby."

She looked at him for a minute, losing herself in the dark passion in his eyes, then she fisted her hand in his silky hair and pulled him down to her and kissed him. Her tongue plunged in, twisting with his.

He took over, his lips slanting on hers, his breath hot and sweet as he explored every crevice of her mouth, teasing and caressing. His arms wrapped tightly, and he spread his feet apart so his hips could grind back and forth across her pussy.

Her mind numbed to everything but the throbbing of her slit, the trickle of cream sliding from her opening onto her swollen lips, wetting her panties. She pulled his head back, still gripping his hair, and took huge breaths. “I'm drowning, Chase. Don't let me go."

"Reno.” His voice caught. “Never.” He walked her backward three steps and flattened her against the hard wood of the wall separating the rooms. His eyes bore into hers, his pupils dilated, making them look black, sensual, intense. He ran a hand up under her shirt, up to her breast. Her nipple grew rock hard as he teased it with his thumb, making circles, then squeezing it.

The pleasure ached, making her cry out with the urgency of her need. He had to take her. Now. She couldn't wait...

Then he tugged her bra up and fit her breast into his hand. “Oh, baby, this is so fucking much better than I imagined."

She stared at him, his face so close, it seemed like a dream. Her voice seemed to come from far away. “Did you, Chase? Did you think about this? About making love to me?” She wanted to cry, for some insane reason—cry and hold on to him forever.

He gyrated his hips against her, hitting her clit through her clothes. “Yeah, I thought about this. Every time we talked, every time I saw you across a room.” He took her nipple between his finger and thumb again and caressed it. “And a hundred times a day when I could only see you in my mind."

The ecstasy streaking from her breast to her pussy was outrageous. Sweet, heavenly contractions began, and she tipped her hips up to better feel his cock against her clit. The increased pressure flooded her pussy with heat as her climax began.

"Reno.” He captured her mouth with his, demanding and driving, his need becoming frantic. He moved his hand from her breast to the waistband of her shorts, and slid his fingers in, catching her lacy underwear with it.

Wanting to prolong her ecstasy, she pulled away from his kiss and caught her breath while she unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it open. Seeing his muscular pecs and abs, she lost all control and ran her hands over his hot, satiny skin, making circles with her fingers in the auburn hair lightly covering his chest. She leaned forward and bit him on the collarbone.

He cried out, “Oh, yeah, baby, I like a little pain."

She kissed the spot she'd just bitten. “And a little pleasure?” She'd never been so bold with a man. All her inhibitions had packed up and left.

He yanked her shorts and underwear down to the floor, then stood and cupped her pussy with his big hand. “A lot of pleasure."

Her thigh muscles tightened, pushing his hand in closer, his calluses softly abrading her swollen flesh, kicking up her desire and sending her spinning.

His finger slid into her slick folds, then deeper, up into her cunt. “Baby, you're wet for me, aren't you?"

The demanding penetration against her over-sensitized flesh started quivers in her core, squeezing against his finger.

His voice rolled deep and thick. “You're so tight, I can only fit one—"

"More. Please.” Her body shook, so close to orgasm it made her woozy.

He slid his finger out. “Aw, goddamn, woman.” Her opening stretched as he eased a second finger in.

Looking into his eyes, everything faded but the sensation of his fingers sliding into her, slowly pushing upward, touching her so intimately her heart double pumped. When he'd fit them completely inside, and his hand bumped against her swollen pussy lips, he growled, his teeth bared, and his breath heavy.

"Reno.” He pulled his fingers out then sunk them deep into her, again and again.

She shuddered with each plunge, and spasmed with each withdrawal until she couldn't wait another second. Couldn't hold herself back from demanding, “Now, Chase. Please."

His thumb found her clit, rubbing, circling, bringing her higher, his other hand went to her breast and tweaked her nipple. He looked into her eyes. “Please, what, Reno?"

"Please.” She could smell her own musky scent. “I'm close."

His nostrils flared as he breathed in and out quickly. “I know you are. You're so wet, my mouth is watering for a taste.” He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip, demonstrating what he intended to do to her clit.

"Later. Now, I need you to keep doing this,” she said, greedy for release. She pressed her hand on his, over her mound, and rubbed her clit shamelessly against his thumb.

"You want to come, baby? Say it. Say
make me come, Chase
."

"Make me come. Chase.” The words ground out and the instant she said his name, all hell broke loose inside her, and she spun into the stars, a cry leaving her throat as she shook uncontrollably. Powerful contractions squeezed deep in her core. An amazing orgasm. It sent chills through her body while every inch of her skin tingled.

She opened her eyes and smiled at the astonished look on his face. “Chase. You are...” What was he? Talented? Amazing? Was her extreme orgasm the result of finally making love to the man she'd been fantasizing about for two years? Or was it just the tequila? “You are sinful."

He grinned and eased his fingers from her pussy, and brought them to his mouth, then stuck his middle finger in, and sucked. “Mmm."

A wave of desire swamped her, she whimpered, and her knees gave out.

He caught her, his hands on her ass. “And you, Reno, are mighty tasty.” He lifted her against him, she flung her arms over his shoulders, and he carried her toward the back room. “Now it's my turn, baby, and after that, we're going to take turns. All night."

She melted against him, loving the feeling of being completely overpowered by this strong, sexy man. Her shorts and panties caught on her flip-flops, and she fluttered her legs to let everything drop to the floor. Then they were in the bedroom and he set her down, eased her to sit on the bed, and she flopped back, completely boneless, her eyes closing in total euphoria.

"Baby, I've waited so long to get you in my bed.” He leaned over her and put his hands on the mattress on each side of her breasts. “I may never let you leave.” He kissed her, his lips brushing gently. “Reno? Can you stay awake for a couple more minutes?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she took the kiss higher, lapping his tongue with hers, then sucking his into her mouth, showing him what she wanted to do to his hard cock. Smiling, she pulled back and looked into his eyes as she slid her bare legs up along his thighs to his hips. “Is this awake enough for you?"

He growled, “Reno, I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard, you're gonna feel me all the way up to your tonsils.” He straightened, standing over her. “Get your clothes off, I'm gonna lock the door.” He walked out into the other room.

Her eyes narrowed.
Get your clothes off? I'm going to f...
She couldn't even repeat the word. What happened to romantic and passionate and gentle? A chill coursed through her, this time caused by a sickening feeling she may have misjudged him. Crap, she'd just said the words, “making love,” and now he treated her like a hooker? She sat up, her head spun, and a sense of surreal paranoia took hold.

He walked in, tugging his shirt from his arms, and threw it on the floor.

His trademark vee chest and narrow abs made her mouth water, but was this just a hookup? Had she fallen into the oldest delusion in the world? Was she the woman who thought the man cared for her, but he only wanted a fast, hot night of sex?

"Baby, you're still dressed? Come on, let's get the party started.” He opened the drawer on his nightstand, and pulled out a pack of condoms.

She looked into the drawer, and was struck nauseous. Boxes and boxes of condoms, at least six different varieties from what she could see, filled the drawer. And they were the big boxes, giant economy size. Oh, God, what had she done? She glanced up at him, tears filling her eyes, but he was busy ripping apart a six-pack of extra sensitive. “No, please tell me this isn't happening."

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Chase froze, halfway finished ripping apart a pack of condoms. Seated on his bed, naked from the waist down, Reno sat staring up at him, her sweet, amber eyes watering. Was she crying?

She covered her face with her hands, and moaned the most heartbreaking sound he'd ever heard.

He tossed the condoms into the drawer, and sat on his heels at her feet. “Baby, what's wrong?” He put his hands on her bare thighs, but she flinched, so he set them beside her on the bed. “What's going on? Talk to me."

She dragged her hands down her face, and through her fingers cried, “This was a mistake."

"C'mon, Reno, relax. We'll take it slow.” He was a fucking idiot. He was drunk, as horny as he'd ever been, and he'd turned from seducing her to talking dirty without realizing what he was doing—and
who
he was doing. His perfect Reno. Shit. He probably scared her half to death. “Baby, we'll just—"

"We're done!” she shouted, and jumped up so fast, she knocked him back on his ass. She wobbled, her head bobbing like she was going to faint, then she stumbled out of the room.

He scrambled to his feet and followed her. “Aw, wait, baby—"

Over her shoulder, she yelled, “Stop calling me ‘baby’ as if you don't remember my name.” She stopped walking and bent over, trying to get her feet into her underwear. Sexy, pink undies that he hadn't had time to appreciate. She looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She sucked in a ragged breath. “As if I'm one of your groupies!"

"Groupies? What are you talking about? I don't have...” He really screwed up this time. “Reno, you've had some to drink, and it's making you overreact.” He put his hands on her arms. “Let's sit down for a minute and talk—"

"Don't!” She jerked away from his touch. “Don't tell me I'm overreacting.” She tugged her shorts up, and jammed her feet into her sandals. “I saw your impressive stock of condoms.” Her face twisted into panic, and her voice raised an octave. “Is that enough for the month? Or would that only last you a week?"

Okay, her tantrum came from seeing the boxes that his drummer stuffed in his drawer as a joke months ago. He grinned, “Yeah, it's not what you think—"

But his smile seemed to set her off. “Don't patronize me. I know the kind of life you lead. I read the tabloids.” She heaved out a shaky sigh.

He lost his breath as disappointment made his heart heavy. She read the tabloids? That was what she based her estimate of him on? All these months of talking to her, getting to know her, letting her into his thoughts, and instead of trusting him, she believed a fucking tabloid?

She stumbled to the door, but the latch wouldn't open.

He couldn't let her go like this. “Don't leave, Reno. Let's talk.” He gestured to the bedroom. “At least let me explain about the condoms—"

"Unlock the damn door,” she demanded, her voice cracking as she bravely held herself together. Then her voice softened. “Please?"

He felt like he'd been gut-punched. He reached around her and unlocked the door, turned the handle, and swung it open for her. “Stay with me."