Page 119 of Make Me Trust Again
His teeth graze over my nipple before he lets it pop out of his mouth. “So fucking beautiful.”
I cup his cheek, my finger rubbing over his square jaw as I lean down. “You make me feel beautiful.”
His pupils dilate as he closes the distance between us, capturing my mouth in a hard kiss. He’s devouring me, like a starved man, and I can’t get enough.
I hold onto his face, moving closer, but my leg slips. Chase curses softly as he steadies me, his hands slide down to my ass, and he hoists me into his arms.
“Chase!” My legs curl around his waist as he takes us back to the shore. “What are you doing?”
“Getting out.”
“Put me down, I?—”
I don’t get to finish because his mouth is on mine again as he sits down in the shallow part with me in his lap. I can’t even be angry with him for shushing me when he’s kissing me like this. Like he needs me to breathe, and I’m his air. My hands slide down his chest, but his fingers wrap around my wrist, holding it in place.
“You don’t have to touch them.” I blink, confused by his words. “The scars. You don’t have to touch them.”
He’s worried about his scars?
I shake my head gently. “We all have scars, Chase. It just so happens that yours are visible.”
Pulling my hand out of his grasp, I trace the path of his scars, the dips and valleys over his muscles. My tongue darts out,sliding over my lower lip as I debate it just for a split second before pressing my mouth against his chest, just over his heart, where one of the bigger scars is. He could have been gone. He could have been gone even before our paths crossed again, and I’d never get to know the amazing man he’s become.
His body shivers at the touch, but he doesn’t push me away. I take that as his agreement as I move lower, placing kisses over his chest and abs until I get to the waistband of his boxer briefs that are doing nothing to hide his arousal. His muscles twitch, eyes closing for a second as his Adam’s apple bobs. My fingers slip under the waistband, wrapping around his hard length.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He hisses softly, his words a blessing and a curse. His bicep flexes as his fingers tighten on my neck as if he’s barely holding back. Chase squeezes his eyes shut, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he grinds his teeth. “You’re killing me.”
There’s something about seeing Chase unravel in front of me. This big, strong man is completely at my mercy, and I’m barely touching him. That realization eases something inside of me.
The corner of my mouth tilts upward. I pull his cock out, my hand gliding over his smooth, hot skin. My thumb twists over the sensitive tip, smearing a few droplets of precum gathered there. His hips jerk upward, so I tighten my hold on him, my hips rolling, not that the motion does anything to alleviate this ache growing stronger between my thighs.
Chase moves his leg slightly just as my hips grind against him again, and this time, I hit just the right spot, a wave of pleasure spreading through my body.
“That’s it, baby, ride my thigh,” Chase whispers, his lips grazing over the shell of my ear. “I want to see you fall apart. I can see how much you need it.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I nod wordlessly as I do as he says, a low rumble of approval coming from deep within hislungs. “That’s it, sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are for me. Take what you need.”
His free hand finds a way to my hip, fingers digging into my skin as I glide my hips over him, my hand sliding up and down his length in tandem.
My breathing is ragged as I speed my movements and burrow my head into the crook of his neck as I come, my thighs clenching around him.
Chase mutters something that I can’t quite decipher before he flips us around, so I’m lying down in the water, with his body hovering over mine as he kisses me. I hook my leg around his waist, pulling him closer. His hard length nestles between my thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against my clit with every roll of his hips against mine.
“Please…” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
Chase’s dark eyes meet mine; his pupils are blown, a fire blazing in them. I lift my hips, the tip of his dick brushing against my pussy. My walls quiver, the remnants of the first orgasm still lingering under my skin. I raise my hips, urging him to move, but he suddenly stills.
“Fuck…” He touches his forehead to mine, his breathing coming out ragged as he tries to catch his breath. “I don’t have a condom.”
I blink, and it takes me a moment to register his words.
Chase starts to pull back, but I hold him in place. “I’m on the pill.”
My heart is thundering inside my chest as we just stare at one another, both breathing heavily, while my words ring in the air.
“Rose…” His bicep flexes by my side, and there is a clear warning in his voice, but I’m not afraid of him.
“Are you clean? I got tested after…” I shake my head, refusing to think about that part of my life. Abouthim.Not now. Not with Chase. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
