Page 93 of Keep Me Never
His hands sweep over my body, slick from the water, circling lazily beneath my bra line before he slips beneath it, his heated skin drawing goose bumps from my flesh as he teases the swell of my breasts before he cups me fully. His palms are callused, coarse in the sexiest way, but he teases me so gently.
His eyes drop to my chest, dark and heavy, tongue swiping across his bottom lip like he already tastes me there.
“Flawless,” he mutters, voice thick. “And mine.”
His thumb brushes my nipple, slow at first, then he rolls it between his fingers. I suck in a breath, and that’s all it takes.
He grins, but it’s not sweet.
It’s addictingly wicked, confident, because he knows how easily he can make me fall apart.
“You’re sensitive tonight,” he murmurs, tone gone husky. His hand dips, and it doesn’t stop until it’s inside my panties, pinching my clit just enough to make my hips jolt under the water. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
My head tips back with a soft gasp, fingers clutching the edge of the hot tub, searching for something—anything—to ground me.
And he doesn’t waste a second.
He leans in, mouth at my neck, andbites.
I moan into the air, steam all around and adding to the fire inside me. Then he’s kissing lower, dragging heat down my skin, his lips skimming over the swell of my chest and the further he gets, the higher my knees rise.
He pushes gently on my breastbone and I go willingly, my back flush with the heat of the spa, the chilled air hitting my pebbled nipples like frostbite, and I start to shake.
Then my hips are out of the water.
I’m laid out flat, the water like a blanket beneath me, his body the mattress that mine is resting on. And then he dips down, but nothing happens.
Eager, and panting, my head lifts a little, and only when my eyes lock onto his, does his mouth lower, rough over my needy center.
His tongue slides up my pussy, and a long, hushed growl rips from his chest.
My head falls back, and then my clit disappears into his mouth.
“Chase,” I gasp, already shaking. His tongue is hot, greedy, his mouth literally vibrating against my most sensitive spot.
But he doesn’t just take.
Hedevours.
He sucks, teeth grazing, tongue flicking with ruthless precision. My moan cuts through the steam, high and sharp.
He groans against my skin, hands locking around my waist to keep me steady as I writhe.
“Fuck, this is all for me, isn’t it?” he rasps, lifting his head just long enough to say it before his mouth is back on me, dragging along my opening, licking and sucking and… Holy crap. I’m on the edge again, harder this time—sharper.
His hand comes up, fingers pinching my nipple, teeth dragging along my flesh, just enough to make every nerve light up.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. I can’t stay still. My thighs squeeze around him, my whole body one raw, twitching pulse of heat and want.
He lets out a gruff laugh—low and smug—and it only makes everything worse.
Or better.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Falling apart. So damn easy for me. Sowetfor me.”
The dirty edge in his voice hits me as hard as his mouth and my whole body tightens like a live wire.
It’s too fast. Too much.
