Page 110 of The Baby Bargain
I need to get my head in the game, somehow.
Focus on Chase's impossibly sexy lips, shoulders, chest, stomach, legs, cock—
Focus on how much I want him inside me.
Forget about the implications of that.
I'm capable. Totally. Absolutely.
He takes a step toward me. "I can't let you get carried away this time, princess." He moves closer.
Two feet. One foot. Six inches.
His fingers brush my stomach.
The waistband of my jeans.
The button.
He undoes it with a flick. Then he unzips my jeans. "I need to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around me."
Holy shit. Where did he learn to talk like that? No, I can't ask myself stuff like that. It leads to questions about his ex. And whether or not he's in love with his ex. And all the empty casual sex he had before that. And was it really empty?
And what does that mean about us?
Is this full?
Uh.
So.
Yeah.
Not thinking about that.
Chase's fingers skim my stomach. He brings his hand to my chin. Tilts my head so my eyes meet his.
God, his eyes are so pretty.
"You nervous, princess?" He presses his palm flat against my stomach.
"Yes." There's no sense in hiding that. It's obvious.
"You want me to take it slow—"
"No." I shake my head. "I want you now."
He traces a line down my body. "Clothes off."
I stare into his eyes, trying to find his intentions. They're such pretty eyes. What else matters?
"Now, princess."
God, the demanding tone to his voice. I want to listen to that. To bend to that. To lose myself in that.
Maybe it's possible.
It's worth a shot.
