Taking Chase (15 page)
Sliding his palms up her ribs, he took the curve of her breasts into his hands, holding them so he could taste the hard nipples begging for his mouth.
Triumph roared through his system when she gasped and arched into him, her fingers digging into his upper arms.
The moment Shane’s mouth closed around her nipple, Cassie’s hesitancy was gone. Instead, desire coursed through her with each pull of lips and tongue against the sensitive flesh of her nipple. The edge of his teeth just barely skimmed over her and a deep, shuddering moan came from low in her gut.
Her squirms placed his cock against her pussy, pressing against her slick heat and they both stilled on a gasp.
“Oh hell. Okay, let me move away a bit or I’m liable to just plunge into you without a condom. You feel so good.” When he shimmied down her body he left a trail of kisses down her ribs and belly.
When he knelt between her thighs the sheer size of him held her legs apart. “You’re so wet, I can see you glistening in the light.” Two fingertips dipped into her and, eyes still locked with hers, he brought those fingers to his mouth.
The sheer carnality of the action rendered her utterly speechless. Instead, she opened her mouth but no sound came out as her eyes widened.
“So good. I need more. Are you ready for that, Cassie?” She nodded quickly. Oh hell yes she was ready for that!
He chuckled as he settled himself on his belly. His thumbs spread her open to his gaze just before leaning forward to take a long lick from her gate up and around her clit.
Her hands slid through the softness of his hair, thick and cool against her fingers. His tongue flicked up quickly over her clit until she began to see white lights against her closed eyelids, until she began to feel the burn in her thigh muscles and the flush working its way up her body.
He angled his hand, sliding two fingers up and into her pussy, twisting his wrist to find that sweet bump, the pressure against it feeling so good it nearly hurt.
There was no time to think about how Terry hadn’t gone down on her in years and how he’d never made her feel good and delicious and sexy like Shane did at that moment. There was only the intense sensation of his mouth on her, his fingers inside her and the open sky above them.
When climax hit, an arc of pleasure shot up her spine with blinding intensity. Her back arched as she rolled her hips into him, helpless to do more than bite back the cry of joy, instead, whispering his name.
Shane remained there, nestled between her thighs, until her pussy stopped spasming around his fingers.
“You’re very good at that,” she gasped out, eyes still closed. “Darlin’, you’re the tastiest thing this side of the Mason Dixon.”
She laughed and he loved the sound. It wasn’t one he heard that often from her so he treasured it all the more. So damned beautiful and sexy and she had no idea.
“It’s my turn now. I want to taste you.” She tried to sit up but he moved quickly, leaning over her, reaching for a condom.
“Darlin’, if you do that, it’ll all be over before it starts. I want to be inside you when I come. I’ve been dreaming of it. Later, I promise you can suck my cock all you want.” One handed, he rolled the condom on while keeping his weight off her. “Are you still okay with this?”
She reached up and caressed his cheek. “Yes. So okay with it I’m shaking like it’s my first time.”
“Well, it’s your first time with me. That’s what counts.” She laughed then. “Of course.”
Without breaking his gaze with hers, he reached down and guided himself to her gate and slowly began to push inside. She was slick from her recent climax and relaxed but still blindingly tight. Beads of sweat broke out over his forehead.
“Fuck…sorry. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” And he didn’t want to come before he’d even got halfway inside her either.
Her legs slid up and around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, opening her up more fully to him. “It’s been a while. Two years. Apparently I’ve been saving up for the good stuff.”
He grinned and leaned down for a quick kiss. “You trying to get in my pants with all that flattery, Ms. Gambol?” “I believe I’m already there, Sheriff Chase.” “Indeed you are.” With one last grunt, he seated himself fully within her.
With slow intensity, he dragged nearly all the way out before sliding back into her. Before too long, she matched his movements with a roll of her hips, her body meeting his, swallowing him, pulling him back inside.
The thought that she was made for him, her body was a haven for his own, flashed through his mind. He cupped the back of her head in one palm, protecting her from the ground below.
He wished it was as easy to protect her from her ex, from the past that had her flinching in the presence of unknown men.
Cassie looked up into his face as her body met his in an easy rhythm. Their breath mingled, the scent of honeysuckle and star jasmine hung thick in the warm night air. The lap, lap, lap of the lake against the shore was like a metronome to their movements.
The way he sliced through her pussy as he thrust into her was so intense it rode up her spine. Her body just molded to his, made room for him like he was meant to be there.
His gaze tenderly roved over her features and there were moments when she felt like he saw straight to her soul. “Are you with me, darlin’?” His voice was soft and he held his weight off her with his upper arms. She nodded. “Yeah.” “You feel so good, Cassie. I want you to feel good too. Are you all right? Am I squishing you?”
Somehow, the tenderness, the concern in his voice just got to her. He wasn’t coddling her, he
cared
about her. Part of her that she’d closed off because it had simply been crushed into nothing by Terry, sparked back to life. And when it did, she felt what she’d been missing for four years. Not the intensity of someone’s attention that she’d mistaken for love and adoration from Terry in the early years. No, this was a man who truly wanted her to be okay. Thought about her feelings.
cared
about her. Part of her that she’d closed off because it had simply been crushed into nothing by Terry, sparked back to life. And when it did, she felt what she’d been missing for four years. Not the intensity of someone’s attention that she’d mistaken for love and adoration from Terry in the early years. No, this was a man who truly wanted her to be okay. Thought about her feelings.
Tears blinded her as he changed his angle and his pelvic bone crushed into her mound and created friction over her clit. A deep moan broke from her lips. “Baby? Those good tears or am I hurting you?”
She laughed through her tears and reached up to wipe them away with the back of her hand. “Good ones. Now shut up and fuck me.” Her thighs began to tremble as each press and grind of his body against her clit brought her closer to orgasm. “Cassie, darlin’, I’m really close. You with me?”
“I…” And it broke over her, shattering her into wordlessness, eyes blurring and back arching. She heard his muffled curse and felt his cock jerk and spasm deep within her as he came as well.
With a long, satisfied sigh, he rolled off her and to the side, quickly dealing with the condom and coming back to lie beside her. Panting, sweat cooling on their bodies, they both looked up into the night sky.
He reached out and linked fingers with her. “Thank you.”
He turned to his side and looked at her. “Darlin’, the pleasure was all mine, I assure you. God, I can’t believe I fucked you on the ground. You deserve a soft bed and candlelight. I just had this vision of you, bathed in moonlight, making love to you with the sweet smells of night against our skin. I hope you don’t think I was disrespectful. I’m sorry.”
“Shane, don’t.” Tears laced her voice. “I can’t seem to stop crying. I hate that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It was beautiful. You were wonderful. Gentle and patient. I enjoyed myself, believe me. Twice.”
He laughed. “I’m sorry about that. It should have been at least three times but I had to have you. I’m usually more finessed than that.” “Three times? Wow. Well, I’m quite pleased with two. Hell, I’m thrilled with one.”
He looked at her, shocked. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you look when you come? Your neck arched, eyes desire-blind, mouth slightly open, your nipples hard and pretty—just thinking about it right now makes me hard. Any man should want to see that as much as possible. Your ex needs his ass kicked. But then I suppose if he’d taken care of you I wouldn’t be here beside you now.”
“They aren’t very nice anymore. They used to be lovely. But time. Well you know.” He sat up on his elbow. “No. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Her hands moved to put her bra back in place but he stopped her, kissing each hand and putting them back at her sides.
“My breasts. They used to be higher. They’re sort of saggy. I’m sure you’re used to tight bodies and perky breasts. I’ve seen some of the women in town, the ones who give me the dirtiest looks, their bodies are nicer than mine.”
Shane exhaled sharply. “Cassie, how old are you?” “Thirty-three.” “And you think you have saggy breasts?”
She sat up and moved to fasten her bra and button up her camisole. “Yes. And my belly has this little pooch and my thighs are flabby.”
“Cassie, I’m just telling you so as not to spook you, I’m picking you up now.” And she found herself tossed over his shoulder as he walked her, bare assed, into his house.
“Hey! I don’t have any panties on,” she hissed.
“No one can see but me and I like your ass.” He took her up the stairs and into his bedroom and set her down in front of mirrored sliding doors in his closet.
“Now, I want you to look at yourself.” His hand smoothed over her hair. “Your hair is truly beautiful, thick, black, long, tousled from sex.” A thumb traced her bottom lip. “Luscious. I want to nibble it every time I see you.”
He moved behind her and unbuttoned her camisole and popped the catch on her bra in record time. He held her breasts in his hands. “Gorgeous.” And let them go. “They do
not
sag. You have large breasts and they’re not in a bra and you’re not twenty-one, Cassie. But your breasts are fucking phenomenal.” A finger traced the valley between them. “I’d very much like to put my cock here sometime in the future. I think about that. A lot.”
not
sag. You have large breasts and they’re not in a bra and you’re not twenty-one, Cassie. But your breasts are fucking phenomenal.” A finger traced the valley between them. “I’d very much like to put my cock here sometime in the future. I think about that. A lot.”
She shivered.
His hand slid down her stomach. “This is not a pooch. It’s your stomach. You are not flabby. You’re beautiful. Your thighs are beautiful. Your calves are beautiful. Your pussy is pink and pretty and beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful.”
He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Your hands are beautiful.” And paused. “Did you break your fingers?” He held up his left hand and the index finger was slightly crooked. “I broke it when I was twenty-five.”
In the year since the attack, she’d had time to heal. Time for physical therapy. But her middle and ring fingers still bore the scars of the break. Bore the odd bend of what she knew she was lucky to still have working fingers after he’d done so much damage.
“Yes.” His face hardened and he met her eyes in the mirror. “He did this to you.” It wasn’t a question.
Her eyes closed for a long moment and she nodded. Shane brought her hand to his lips and kissed the fingers. “Beautiful. Cassie, one of the things that surprises me the most about you is how you don’t see your own beauty. You walk into The Pumphouse and men bump into things from staring at you. I believe book readership has skyrocketed in Petal since you started working at Paperbacks and More. You speak and I get hard. You breathe and I get hard. I get jealous. Even when I walked in and caught Sandra with my best friend, I wasn’t jealous. I was just betrayed and hurt and then pissed off.
“And let me clarify the jealous thing because don’t think I didn’t see the fear flare in your eyes when I said it. Yes, it drives me a little crazy to see men watching you and practically drooling. But I’m not going to hurt you over it. I may want to whack ‘em in the back of the head with my pool cue, but baby, I want to cherish you, not hurt you.”
Gaze locked with his in the mirror she leaned back into his body. “If I try to talk about this right now, I’m going to cry. And I am sick of it. So, I’m not going to except to say thank you.”
He bent and as she watched in the mirror, he took her neck between his teeth and she gasped. “You’re so beautiful, I want you right now. Again. Show me, Cassie.” One hand moved up to cup her breast and roll and tug a nipple between his fingers and the other slid down her belly to her pussy.
Automatically, she adjusted her legs, widening her stance and he put his thigh between them, enabling her to lean back against his chest. Unable not to watch, her eyes caught his fingers parting her and sliding through the still very wet folds of her sex.
She watched the pull, roll, tug of his fingers on her nipple and then two of his fingers disappear into her pussy and his thumb sliding from side to side over her clit.
Her eyelids slid halfway shut as the lethargy of desire stole over her. His eyes watched his hands on her in the mirror. Watched his fingers fuck into her and she didn’t miss the widening of his grin when she rolled her hips to meet his hand.
But she was past embarrassment. She wanted to come. She’d turned off her expectations of climax during sex with anyone else and the need came back, sharp edged and starving after so many years denied.
“Give it to me, Cassie. I can feel your pussy beginning to flutter around my fingers. I know you want to come, I can see it in your eyes.” His words were whispered into her ear and she shivered. “Let go.”
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