Bad Boy (An Indecent Proposal) - J.C. Reed Page 0,52

I let him touch me, caught up in the heat of the moment, and moaned as his hand moved in determined strokes over my inner thighs.

“You’re really something,” Chase whispered.

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“The best.”

My body yearned for his touch, my mind marveling at the heat his hands left behind. Cupping my breasts, he sucked one nipple in between his lips, then paid the same attention to the other, until they became so hard it almost hurt.

I threw my head back and pulled him on top of me, my body shivered against burning skin. My fingers roamed over his back, his broad shoulders, and finally settled in his silky hair. I wanted him naked. I wanted him inside me, filling me, stretching me.

“You sure kept me waiting,” Chase murmured and pried my legs apart, settling between my thighs. His breath brushed my naked skin, my most sensitive spot.

“All good things are worth the wait,” I said.

Especially you.

“You’re so right about that.”

As soon as his tongue licked my clit, I moved.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

My words stopped him. With clouded eyes, he gazed at me. “Why not?”

“I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I have all time in the world, if that’s what worries you.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to wait. I need you now,” I whispered.

“You sure?” As if to point out what I’d be missing, his tongue brushed my clit again, and again, his fingers rubbing against my folds, almost sending me over the edge.

“Very sure,” I half-whispered, half-moaned, and let out a sudden gasp as his tongue probed my entry.

Oh, my God.

It felt so good.

My sex clenched, fueled by the soft, penetrating motion of his tongue.

“Fuck me, Chase,” I whispered. “Fuck me, now.”

His fingers pulled back.

The sudden emptiness surprised me.

Had he listened to my command?

I opened my eyes and saw him standing. The look in his eyes was fierce and wild.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled.

Why the fuck wasn’t he moving?

Undressing?

Doing something, rather than just staring at my exposed flesh?

I lifted one leg high up in the air to give him all the view he wanted. It was something I never thought I’d be doing for a man—be proactive, straightforward with my desire.

“If it’s going to be the last time, then I’ll do it on my own terms,” Chase said, his eyes hooded. “I want you to do as I say when I say it.”

I nodded, fascinated by his pure primal energy. He peeled off his shirt and jeans. My tongue wet my suddenly dry lips as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal his magnificent erection.

I expected him to drop the belt. Instead, he held it up. “I’ll hold on to this.”

He leapt onto the bed.

My heartbeat quickened as his hand grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the spot. The belt went around my wrists and the headboard, his touch gentle but definite, the look in his eyes, something I had never seen before.

It was dominant, and possessive. And so fucking sexy. His voice was husky, his breath hot against my suddenly cold skin.

“You’re not going to forget me,” he whispered in my ear.

As if anyone would.

His voice was deep and strained, filled with control and so much desire, I knew it could easily match mine.

My body trembled as I watched him kneel and take his hard cock into his hand, his fingers moving up and down his hard shaft, his eyes never leaving me. The strokes were slow and measured, his breathing raspy, as his gaze traced every inch of me, lingering on my breasts, the soft spot between my legs.

His heady smell permeated the air, making me painfully aware just how much I wanted him. My sex clenched again, my mouth watered at the thought teasing him the way I knew he was about to tease me.

“Let me taste you,” I begged, eager to take him into my mouth.

“Not today, baby. Today it’s all about you.”

I couldn’t stop the shudder running through me as he moved between my legs, spreading them wide apart to settle between my thighs. Two fingers squeezed inside me, probing, stretching. I moaned and lifted my hips just a little bit, urging him to go deeper.

“You’re wet for me,” Chase growled, his tone almost feral.

How could I tell him that I was always wet for him? Always ready.

“Tell me what you want, Laurie.” The command was sharp. Not answering was not an option.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes locked with his. “Just tonight. For