Page 120 of Make Me Trust Again
“Yes, there hasn’t been anybody. Not since I got here, but still, we should…”
I cup his cheek, hisscarredcheek, pressing my mouth against his. “I want you, Chase Williams.”
Chase shakes his head, his voice coming out almost like he’s in pain. “Dammit,sweetheart.”
“I want all of you,” I repeat softly, my throat bobbing as I swallow. “I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”
I’m putting myself out there, not just that, I trust him. I trust him with me. With my body. With my heart. It should be scary to be so open with another person. But this is Chase.
“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
I nod silently, knowing there is no way he’s capable of hurting me.
My nails graze over the back of his head and down his neck. Chase pushes my panties to the side, his fingers brushing through my wetness.
I lift my hips, just as he lowers his, his cock sliding into me in one long thrust. My lips part as he fills me slowly, inch by inch, until it feels like I’m going to burst.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” His irises are dark orbs sucking me in, nostrils flaring as he holds himself back, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. But I don’t want him reserved.
“Don’t hold back.” I curl my fingers around his neck, pulling him down. “I can take everything you give me.”
Those hazel eyes darken. He pulls back, leaving me empty for a split second before he sinks into me, deeper this time, as his mouth crashes over mine in a hard kiss.
My hands roam his body, my hips meeting his every thrust. Faster, stronger, deeper.
“Chase…” My nails sink into his shoulders as the pressure builds inside my belly. So close. I’m so close. Just then, he hits the right spot, and a soft whimper comes out of my lungs.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his mouth skims over my cheek, as his hand on my throat tightens. “So fucking perfect for me. What do you need, sweetheart?”
That damn nickname.
Just hearing it in that low baritone has my pussy gripping him tighter, and he doesn’t miss it.
“Do you like that…” he whispers against my ear, his stubble scratching at my neck. “Sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I lift my hips, nuzzling into the left side of his neck so I can whisper in his ear. “Please.”
I’m not below begging. Not if it’ll get me what I need.
Chase’s free hand slips between our bodies, those talented fingers finding my clit. “Look at you. You’re dripping for me.”
He slams into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit in slow circles.
“Squeezing me so tightly.”
I slide my leg higher, changing the angle slightly, and Chase sinks deeper inside me. He rolls his hips, his back is tense under me as his thumb flicks over my clit, that little move pushing me over the edge. Chase’s mouth covers mine as the orgasm slams into me so hard, my whole body shakes. He thrusts once more, his low groan muffled by our kiss as he spills inside me.
Our bodies keep moving for a while longer as we just kiss, riding the wave of pleasure. Only when I can feel the ground beneath me again do we break apart. Chase rolls onto his back, tugging me along with him so I’m sprawled over his chest.
I nuzzle my face against his warm skin. His heart is beating wildly in my ear, his chest rising and falling rapidly, each movement making the silver chain around his neck shimmer in the night.
Dog tags.
I let my fingers slide over the metal, and I can feel his body go still.
I suck in a breath, a shiver running through me, making my skin prickle. Chase runs his hand over my back. “We should get out of here; you’ll get sick again.”
I want to protest, but when another shudder goes through my body, I know he’s right. Sighing, I sit up. Chase gets to his feet and offers me his hand. His fingers swallow mine as he pulls me upright, those serious eyes taking me in.
