The Billionaire Athlete’s Christmas Fling - Leslie North Page 0,26

hit the bed, Chase was on top of her. He balanced himself on his elbows and kissed her hotly. Her mouth. Her neck. Her collarbone. Hurry, hurry, she thought. And slow down.

Chase teased one of her nipples with his teeth, and she arched off the bed, her desire combusting into something superheated and pure. He moved to her other nipple and she scrabbled for him, finding purchase wherever she could on his skin. Tana spread her legs open for him, as wide as she could. She ached for him.

“I want more of you.” He pulled out of her grip and slid down on the bed, his big hands holding her thighs in place. “I need to taste you.”

“Chase, no, no—we don’t have time, we don’t—”

“I said taste. I’ll devour you later.” He bent his head to her most sensitive flesh and licked, one long, lingering stroke that ended on her clit. She’d been so foolish to think he was skilled at skiing more than anything else. Her thighs trembled. “So sweet,” he said, and it took all her restraint not to thread her hands through his hair and keep him where she wanted him.

Tana couldn’t catch her breath. She felt empty without him, needy, and she opened her mouth to tell him so. What came out instead was a whimpering moan. She fumbled in her bedside table and came up with a condom. Tana put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making any more noises and pushed the condom into Chase’s hand.

He rolled it on and crawled up over her, bent his head to her neck, and pushed himself inside of her inch by inch, his breath hot on her skin. They had to hurry, but he was still finding ways to take it slow, at least for now. It was unbearably sexy. Tana rocked her hips toward him, urging him in, urging him deeper, and when their hips met, she hissed her approval.

“Hard,” she managed. “Now.”

Chase gripped the headboard, eased himself out of her, and entered again in a hard stroke. Yes. It was everything. He picked up the rhythm with her bucking against him.

Tana couldn’t keep her hands to herself, didn’t want to. She raked her fingernails over his chest, tested his hips with her hands, pulled him tight. Tighter. Pleasure sparked between her legs, running in a current up her spine and out to her fingertips, down to her toes. She curled her toes against the blanket and used the bed as leverage. More. Deeper. He sucked in a breath, and Tana realized she was clenching around him, knowing the white-hot force of release was almost on her. There was no stopping it—all she could do was inhale deeply and let the pleasure wash over her.

Chase cursed, the words coming out as a low, guttural noise that was all man, all pleasure. He pinned her to the bed as he came. Hard. Relentless. Her hips still tried to meet his, but there was nowhere to go. She pulsed around him.

He let his head fall to her shoulder, and Tana lay there panting against him. Slow, deep breaths. Chase stirred inside of her and raised his head to look her in the eye. “Amazing,” he breathed. He brushed his lips across her forehead and rolled to her side. He paused just long enough to send her heated look that clearly said getting out of bed was the last thing he wanted to do.

Hazy with desire now, the space inside her bedroom was imbued with heat and courage. Tana hadn’t brought much when they moved in, hadn’t put her laundry away last week, but even the basket of clean clothes struck her as meaningful.

“Bathroom?” Chase asked, a gleam in his eye.

“Next door on the left.” As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, Tana fell against her pillow and covered her face with a clean T-shirt. That was the most incredible sex of her life. Chase was in her bathroom, freshening up, and probably putting his clothes back on. Covering up that beautiful body of his.

She needed to do the same thing—Lindsey could wake up any second. But just for a moment, Tana let herself bask in total satisfaction. It felt so good.

11

Chase walked into Jonas’s office on the main floor of the lodge with bleary eyes and an emotional hangover. Or was it a physical hangover? Whatever it was, it made his whole body pulse with the need to be back with Tana.

Jonas sat