“Oh, baby.” He slid an arm around my shoulders and shifted me closer. “You didn’t even do it. You were a kid. We all get in trouble.”
“I should have known better. I should have stopped it. But it had a big effect on me. Obviously.” I wrinkled my nose, trying to ignore the liquid heat pooling between my thighs. “So, another thing where we’re not compatible.”
“I think you could get used to the fire,” he said gently. “It’s just gas, and I can turn it off as quickly as I turn it on.”
I bit my lip, then nodded. My insides tightened up as I watched him stand and cross over to the fireplace with its substantial white-painted mantel.
I stared at the flames as he walked back then sat next to me.
“Okay?”
I nodded, my insides jittery from the leaping flames. But they were pretty small. “Distract me.” I held out the remote. “Something with lots of action.”
“Deadpool.”
“Okay. I haven’t seen that.”
“You haven’t seen Deadpool?” He stared at me.
I showed my teeth in a fake smile. “Nope.”
“Wow. Okay, then. You’re gonna love this.”
“How do you know I’ll love it? It’s a dude in a superhero costume.”
“No, no. It’s much more than that. It’s dirty and funny, and there’s even some romance…seriously, you’re gonna love it.”
“You think you know me that well?”
“I think I do.”
“Wanna bet?”
He slid his gaze toward me and gave me a long look. “Really?”
My insides quivered happily. It was such a rush flirting with him. “Sure.”
“What are we betting this time?” He gave me an evil smile. “How about sex?”
I nearly spewed up my hot chocolate. “Um, I was thinking maybe another date.”
He made a face. “Well, I guess that would be okay. All right then, another date it is.”
“Do you trust me?” I settled back into his embrace. His body was large and warm behind me, his arm strong around me.
“How so?”
“I could lie and tell you I hate it so I’d win the bet.”
“Huh. I guess you could. But you won’t.”
“How do you know that?” I demanded, turning to look at him. Damn, he was pretty confident that he knew me so well.
His cocky grin melted my panties. “Because you want to go out with me again.”
My mouth dropped open. Then I snapped it shut. He was absolutely right. “Hmmph.” I twisted back around to face the TV.
I loved the movie. Dammit.
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Not only did I love the movie, it turned me on. More than I already had been. Or maybe that was Chase, sitting right there beside me, stroking my shoulder, brushing my hair back from my face, leaning his cheek against my head. He smelled really good. His body heat burned into me. Every touch electrified me more and more, until I was practically vibrating by the end of the show.
He laughed and exclaimed with me even though he’d seen the movie before. When it was done, he turned off the TV and tossed the remote aside. And I turned into his arms.
We came together so perfectly, like he knew this was what I wanted and he wanted it too. I curved my fingers over his shoulder and he shifted me against him, tipped his head, and kissed me.
It was…beautiful. Slow and sweet and lazy. At first. His teeth grazed my lips, his tongue flirted there…then slid inside. I opened for him because I wanted him, so much, his tongue sliding against mine, his body so hard and hot, his hands big and strong roaming over me…my back, my hips, my ass. He slid a hand around one thigh and pulled it up over his. My knee nudged the bulge behind his fly and he groaned.
His hand kept moving on me, everywhere, up and down my thigh, gripping my butt, up under my sweater to my waist. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin made me shiver with delight, everything inside me clenching. His other arm banded around me, and we kissed on and on.
He tasted delicious, spicy and male, and he smelled so good too. I breathed in his scent and lost myself in it.
I brushed my fingers over his stubbled jaw, savoring the roughness of his beard. His sweater was in the way. I wanted to feel skin. I slid one hand under the turtleneck to find his neck, the skin there smooth and warm. My other hand burrowed under the hem and clutched the firm muscles of his back.
With a fast move, Chase picked me up and lifted me onto his lap. I straddled him, knees on the couch, my legs spread and my pussy aching. I shifted my knees closer, and he palmed my ass through my jeans, helping me. A small moan rose to my lips at the contact between my aching pussy and the hot hard ridge of his need, despite the layers of fabric between us.
I rubbed my swelling breasts against his chest, and another groan rumbled there. His hands slipped under my sweater and swept up my bare back, over my bra and down again. More tingles slid down my spine to the backs of my thighs.
He cupped my face with one hand, kissing me again and again, still slow but not as sweet…hotter…dirtier…his tongue licking into my mouth. Our mouths wide, I felt like we were trying to devour each other.
Oh God.
I closed my hands around his neck again, holding on, almost dizzy with all the sensations pouring through me. He pushed my hair off my face and held it back to kiss me again, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and slowly releasing it. Liquid heat drizzled through me.
His hands curled around the hem of my loose sweater. With his eyes on mine, he slowly began to raise it. I held his gaze, sparks snapping all around us, and I didn’t stop him.
Slowly he lifted my sweater and tugged it off over my head. My skin quivered as air brushed over it. The condo was warm from the fire—the fire! Jesus, I’d forgotten all about the fire. I shot a nervous glance over my shoulder at it, but it burned safely in the fireplace…beautiful. It lit the room with a romantic amber glow. I let out a soft sigh and turned back to him.
“Okay?”
I nodded slowly.
His gaze dropped to my torso…lingering on my breasts and the satin and lace bralette I wore.
“Christ, this is sexy.” He traced the edges of the lace with big blunt fingertips. I watched, and the combination of rough male fingers and soft feminine lace made liquid heat slowly melt through me. Then he cupped my breasts…and my eyes fell closed. Pleasure swelled inside me, my veins rushing with heat and glitter. My nipples beaded into hard peaks.
“You’re so beautiful, Jordyn.” His voice rasped. “So fucking perfect.”
A little moan leaked from between my lips. He squeezed my breasts so gently, molding them, rubbing them.
“And this…is sexy as fuck.” He brushed his fingertips over my tight nipples through the silk. “Christ, you’re killing me, you’re such a knockout.”
I huffed out a laugh and twined my arms loosely around his neck.
“Seriously.” He bent his head and kissed my chest, then the top curves of my breasts, and then he kissed one nipple through the silk. Oh God, that was hot. Warm liquid surged between my legs.
He kissed his way back up, over my throat, licking my pulse there, over my jaw. Then he found my mouth again in another kiss, endless, so sexually charged and electrified I was dying for him. He cupped my face and held it as he ate at my mouth, and I was aching for him, melting into him.
“You’re such a good kisser,” I gasped when he left my mouth to graze his lips over my cheek. “God, you turn me on.”
“Yeah. Me too, baby. You’re so fucking hot I’m about to explode.”
I swallowed. I set my hands on his chest, my knees splayed wide, my pussy pressed to his hard cock, sitting in my bralette and jeans. I met his eyes and blinked. “W-we should stop.”
His eyebrows rose. His hands curved around my hips and held me there. For a long moment, heat pulsed between us. Then he lowered his chin. “If you want.”