Page 127 of Stolen Kisses

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We only moved until Chase had enough space to close the door, and then we stopped. His hands were frantic, everywhere all at once. He pushed the jacket off my shoulder, letting it drop on the floor. I was burning for him already. I needed his touch everywhere on my body, especially between my thighs. He tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head, and then his mouth was on my neck before trailing farther down. I pushed my pelvis against his, my body thrumming. It was all for him.

"Fucking hell. I need you right now," he said. He traced the straps of my bra with his fingers, then trailed them down my back, as if my body was his harp.

The truth was, I was his. He could do anything with me. I thought he was going straight for the clasp, but he didn't. Instead, he feathered his fingers on my lower back.

I moaned. "Chase, I need you to touch me.”

“I can't resist when you beg me like this."

I had no shame in doing it with him either.

When he finally unclasped my bra, the movement of the fabric against my nipples made me gasp.

"You're so sensitive already," he said, tossing my bra away. He pushed me farther back until I reached the pole of the staircase leading to the second floor. He moved his palms in a circle over my nipples. My whole body was on fire.

"Chase," I murmured. "Please! I need more. I want to touch you too."

I yanked his polo over his head and rained kisses down his torso. I loved feeling his heart pumping beneath my fingers andmy mouth. How could his muscles be so damn sexy? I unclasped his belt, taking it off swiftly, then undid his jeans. I'd only managed to push them past his ass and cup his cock when he grabbed my wrist.

"No."

"Why?" I muttered in the dark.

"Not yet."

I stopped and moved my hands further up while he explored my neck and breasts, but then I reached for his cock again. I darted my hands into his boxers and brushed the crown with the heel of my palm.

"Hannah," he exclaimed. "You won't behave, will you?"

"I can't," I said.

He stepped back and then to one side, then lifted the belt. "Hold your hands behind you."

"What?"

"I told you, I don't want you to touch me for now."

I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but I held my hands behind me. He walked out of my field of vision, and then I felt the leather belt against my skin around both wrists and realized what he was doing.

He was tying me to the pole.

Holy shit.

I listened intently. The room was completely still. He touched my butt with both hands, then slid one around my outer thigh and straight to my pussy before repeating the movement with the other. It was so hot.

"You're wet. You like being tied up?"

"I had no idea until now," I said in a high-pitched voice.

He hadn’t tightened it too much, though I could move my hands very little.

Now that I was physically restrained from touching him, I wanted it so much more.

"Chase," I protested.

He kissed the side of my thigh, then farther up to my breasts, stepping back in front of me.

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