Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Someone could see,” he warned.
“Someone could have seen in the parking garage in Seattle.” I reminded him of that time we’d been so feverish for each other that we fucked right then and there.
His pupils dilated at the memory. “I had to have you then.”
“And now?”
He responded by tugging on the string of my bikini top, exposing my breasts to the elements.
He dipped his head down, drawing a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh. I shivered against him. My body ached for him in all the best places. I reached for his shorts, running a finger along the top of the bottoms. He thrust his hips hard against me, and I could feel the hard length of him through the heavy material.
“Need you out of these,” I gasped.
“And this,” he agreed as he plucked at the string of my bottoms. “Fuck.”
I pushed at his shorts, but his eyes were transfixed on my lower half.
“Chase,” I pleaded.
“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” he said as he drew his fingers through the slick folds.
I groaned, holding on to his shorts for dear life at the sheer torture of him. He slipped his fingers up and circled the sensitive ball of nerves.
“Never want to get the taste of you out of my mouth.”
Then, he dropped down to put his face between my legs. He dragged his tongue up the seam, pushing against my clit at the apex. I shuddered under his touch, and he did it again, as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
“Chase Sinclair,” I ground out.
“Hmm?” he asked. His eyes were on me as he flicked his tongue against me again.
“Fuck me right this minute.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I fucking insist.”
He chuckled under his breath and then shucked his shorts to the deck floor. He settled between my thighs, brushing a stray wet strand of my blonde hair off my face. Our blue eyes met and locked, like someone had turned a key.
When he slid inside, I held that eye contact, even as everything in me said to close my eyes because, fuck, he felt incredible. But I kept that gaze and let him see my pleasure like a window to my very soul. Because I was bare for him in every way. This was it for me.
“You feel so good,” he huffed on a breath as he pulled out and pushed back in until he was buried to the hilt. “Like you were made for me.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Want to be doing this every day.”
Another hard thrust in.
“Please.”
He started up a rhythm, and our bodies smacked noisily across the quiet lake. We were secluded enough that I was pretty sure that no one else could hear, but I wasn’t sure I cared if someone did. The moment was punctuated with intense longing and gasped breaths as we came apart and together over and over again.
His hand came to my hip, using it as leverage to get even deeper. And it was this new depth that sent me shattering over the edge.
“Chase,” I gasped as I dropped out of my body.
He was still going, milking my orgasm to draw out his own. When he came, it was hard and fast. He tipped his head back, a roar leaving his mouth as it took him.
I pressed my hand to his cheek when he came back to me. Then, I dragged his lips to mine. “Love to watch that.”
He nipped at my bottom lip. “I’ll give you as many as you want.”
“All of them.”
He slid out of me, returning his shorts and rolling over next to me. I righted my bikini. He drew me against him, sliding his arm under my shoulders. The world continued on around us, but there was just me and him here in this moment.
“Let’s stay here forever,” I whispered against his chest.
“Deal.”
We stayed there on the deck in silence with him running his fingers through the wet strands of my hair. Only our heartbeats and the outdoor symphony our peaceful music.
Then, Chase came up to an elbow, leaning over my now-dry body, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “There’s another thing we have to figure out.”
“Oh?”
“My family.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Do we have to tell them?”
He laughed. “I thought you’d be hounding me to do just that.”
“Well, I mean, I want people to know.”
“Exactly.”
“But family is complicated.”
He brushed his nose against mine. “Yeah, well, if you had to deal with all of your brothers at once, I should be able to figure out how to tell my family.” He pursed his lips. “Gradually.”
I laughed. “You mean, you don’t want them to walk in on us?”
“It was efficient, I suppose.” I touched the black under his eye, and he winced. “Though maybe a little more painful physically than I’d planned.”
“At least no one is going to punch you in your family.”