Page 94 of Love Undercover
“Chase,” she panted as he settled between her legs, using his mouth to tantalize her. And she suddenly couldn’t speak anymore, not with what he was doing to her.
Her hands gripped the bedspread beneath her of their own volition, holding on for dear life as the pressure built inside of her body, crying out for release. She was filled to the brim with need, like a dam ready to burst.
Higher and higher she rose, winding tighter and tighter until she finally crashed over the edge. She cried out, completely shattered, lost to logic, to understanding as she shuddered through wave after wave.
He moved back to roll on a condom while she was still riding them, sliding into her so that he could move in a rhythm perfectly in sync with the rushes.
His scruffy cheek slid against hers, the roughness of his beard a welcome reminder of where she was and who she was. She was so undone, she barely registered any details as he thrust into her hard and fast, eliciting soft cries of pleasure from her.
“Oh, Sadie,” he breathed into her ear, his voice strained from the effort of controlling himself. His control didn’t last long, and his whole body tightened when he came.
44
The Setup
The rush of what they’d just shared—like their kiss earlier but on steroids—didn’t stop even as Chase rolled to his side of the bed. He listened to the sound of her heavy breathing in syncopation with his while his heart was hammered against his ribs, threatening to break through the bone. His skin tingled with the electric current that had only begun to abate.
“Wow,” Sadie panted from beside him.
She shifted, her palm landing on his chest just over his heart.
“It’s beating as hard as mine.” She laughed.
He couldn’t quite muster the energy to laugh with her, couldn’t bring himself to find any of it humorous—not with this new seismic shift within him.
She lifted herself up, placing her hands on either side of him to bring her mouth to his in a sweet kiss. When she pulled back, she smiled, and it twisted his heart to see it. Because somethingabout that desperate and wild act of connection had somehow eased her stress and worry. But it had amplified his.
Abruptly, he flipped her onto her back, laying lightly over her, nuzzling into her neck. She squirmed and squealed, which finally drew a laugh out of him, and a warmth spread through his chest.
This, he thought. This was what he wanted. And so he needed to make it possible, fight to make it a reality.
“I need to make some calls,” he murmured against her throat, and she stilled, her pulse jumping erratically against his lips.
When he pulled back to stand, she sat up, her brows pulling over her eyes in concern.
“I need you to stay here while I get everything set up.”
She sucked in a breath, the fear in it slicing through him. “How long will you be gone?”
He grimaced. “Not more than an hour, I hope.”
He wasn’t sure how well or how long he could protect her, but if he could keep one step ahead, he would do it. Setting it up sooner rather than later was the safest option.
She grabbed his hand, her soft, slender fingers sending tingles along his already overheated skin. “Be careful.”
He leaned down and took one last taste of her lips, unable to communicate what her words meant to him—whatshemeant to him. He just hoped she could tell, that she would feel it.
He wordlessly got dressed and grabbed his wallet, the keys, and his duffel bag before he headed out.
He couldn’t scrub the image of her from his brain as he rode the elevator down and out to the parking lot. The way she watched him from the bed, still undressed, looking more than just physically naked and vulnerable. But maybe he shouldn’t get rid of that image because it tightened his focus as he approached the doors.
Waiting in the vestibule, he scanned the parking lot for unusual activity, lingering people in vehicles who might’ve been staking the place out. He was pretty sure no one had followed them, though he gauged they had about twenty-four hours before that changed. Hopefully, the showdown would be set up before that window of time closed.
Deciding it was clear, he made his way out to the stolen Lexus, casting another glance across the lot as he put the duffel in the back seat. His lips formed a thin line of determination as he reached for the driver’s side door handle and climbed into the car.
He drove fast. Faster than he should have, but urgency danced with unpleasant energy through his body. It was unlikely given how cautious he’d been, but he still wanted to be careful about a possible tail, so he wove through a complicated route that brought him to the weathered and sturdy brownstone.
He kept his head low as he knocked, felt the way his shoulders sloped downward in contrition.
