Page 118 of Make Me Trust Again
A current of electricity zaps through my body. From the top of my head all the way to the tips of my toes, it feels like my whole body is burning with this pent-up tension that’s been building between us for the last few weeks with every long look, every brush of our fingers, every moment we spent together.
I slide my palms over his pecs and around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue dives into my mouth, a low, painful groan coming out of his lungs as our bodies collide, his hard length pressing against my belly.
A shudder runs through me at the feel of him—his hard to my soft.
The mix of cool water and Chase’s warm skin makes goosebumps rise on my arms.
I tilt my head to the side, my tongue meeting his in a sensual dance. My heart is galloping inside my chest as I try to feel more of him.
He nips at my lip before his tongue dives deeper, the push and pull ripping a needy sound out of my throat.
I curl my leg around his waist, my palms running down his muscled back.
Closer.
I need him so much closer to me.
It’s insanity. This need to be near him. To feel more of him. I just can’t get enough of him.
Chase’s thumb slides over my throat just as another needy moan comes out of my lungs.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back only to continue tracing kisses over my jaw and down the side of my neck.
“Chase, I…” My fingers curl, but his hair is too short, so I just end up scratching him slightly. Not that he seems to mind.
“Do that again,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine.
Again?
“What?”
His thumb skims over my neck gently as those dark eyes bore into me. “I might not be able to hear you clearly, but I can sense it.” The pressure on my neck tightens, just slightly. Not enough to cause pain or bruise, but enough so I can feel it. “I want to feel every little sound and moan you make.” His nose brushes against mine. His mouth is so close I can feel its softness against my lips. “What should I do to get you to make them for me, sweetheart?”
The softly spoken endearment sends another ripple of desire through my bones.
“Kiss me again,” I whisper, our mouths brushing, but before I can actually press my lips against his, he tilts his head and kisses the hollow of my neck.
“Here?”
A soft sigh escapes me, and I can feel his mouth curve against my skin as he moves his head lower, that hand still holding onto my neck.
“Or maybe here?”
He kisses the top of my breast, just above the rim of my bra.
“No, that’s not it.” He moves even lower, this time, his tongue flicking over the lacy material that’s plastered over my nipple.
“Chase…” My head falls back, my hips rolling slightly, seeking friction. He takes it as an invitation and sucks my nipple deeper into his mouth, and a low moan rips out of my lungs. It’s too much. His hot mouth, just the right pressure of his tongue, the wet lace clinging to my hard nipple… It’s all just too much.
A low rumble makes his chest shake under my hands. Blinking my eyes open, I look at the man in front of me, who’s observing me intently with those dark eyes as if he doesn’t want to miss anything. Pleasure fills my belly, and I can feel the warmth rising up my cheeks. It’s been so long since I’ve been desired that I almost forgot what it feels like.
Not that it ever felt like this before.
It isn’t just desire either. It’s being with Chase. His calloused hands on my body make my skin prickle. The stubble on his jaw sends shivers every time he kisses me.
He makes me feel alive.
Wanted.
