Surprise Seduction (21 page)
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Authors: Jana Mercy
Or what Mel had.
Her chin lifted.
“You have no idea what I want, Chase.”
“Oh, but I do.”
Obviously he did, because when his lips touched hers, it was exactly what she wanted.
Craved.
Needed.
Her entire life she’d wanted what his kiss gave.
Her entire life she’d dreamed of that magic and heat inside her body.
“Chase,” she moaned when his mouth rose, hovering above hers.
When he didn’t immediately kiss her again, she met his gaze.
Electric shocks zig-zagged through her.
He breathed in short, ragged intakes of air.
His heartbeat pounded against her.
He was no more immune to their kiss than she’d been, but he seemed to wait for some kind of response from her.
Tell him to go home
. But his touch made her giddy.
Forget him
. But Chase overpowered her senses.
Weak. That's what she was.
One kiss and Chase owned her.
It was impossible to deny her need for his touch.
Just once more and she'd stop.
Wasn't that what every addict promised of their next fix?
“Kiss me, Chase,” she demanded, needing her next hit.
Needing him.
That’s all it took.
His mouth covered hers with a passion and intensity that swept away her short supply of remaining resistance.
She wanted this kiss, this pleasure, this man.
Her hands snaked into his hair, running through the silky texture with abandon.
When his mouth trailed down her neck, she arched to give him free access to the indention at her collarbone.
His tongue delved into the hollow causing her to bow even more.
Her hips pressed into his, feeling his hard length digging into her belly.
He was so hard.
So big.
“Chase.”
“Beautiful.”
His head dipped lower.
Her black dress had a fairly low cut vee in the neckline, providing him with easy access to his mouth’s destination.
The valley between her breasts came alive as his tongue traced a sensual path.
When he’d thoroughly mapped out the area, his tongue thrust erotically into the hollow.
His expert hands lowered the zipper running down her dress back.
She quivered.
His tongue’s tantalizing movement never paused as her dress fell to her waist.
She hadn’t worn a bra as the strappy dress had a built in one.
Her pale pink nipples tightened to hard pebbles begging for his attention.
Nothing shielded her from his hungry eyes, ravenously feasting upon her bare flesh.
A smidgeon of modesty implored she cover her exposed breasts.
She ignored it.
Instead, she reached out and pulled his head to her aching chest.
His mouth needed to be on the sensitive swells, not just between them.
He complied, taking one puckered nipple in his teeth and gently laving it.
Pleasure shot through her.
She squirmed, twisting slightly so her other nipple could garner similar treatment.
She moaned in pure bliss.
Using his hands to manipulate both breasts into position, his hot mouth closed around her straining peaks.
The ardent sucking sensations his mouth elicited racked her body with spasms.
Her hands, again, found their way into his hair as she held his head to her, urging him to continue his physical loving of her body.
Her eyes closed of their own will.
She whimpered.
“These are so sweet.”
His words came out in a breathless rush.
His hands molded her breasts.
His mouth sucked and nipped.
Adrienne drank in his lavish attention.
Her thighs clenched and unclenched at the sweet torture his mouth reaped.
Moisture gathered, then overflowed in sweet, rhythmic ripples.
“Oh wow.”
She couldn’t hold her praise in.
How could she when he’d just dropped her over a waterfall and drenched her with pleasure?
Chase dropped to his knees.
Her eyes sprung open.
He knelt before her reverently.
His gaze rose.
Torrent emotions swam in the sea green depths.
She made no effort to hide the shimmering desire reflected in her own gaze.
It was too late for that.
She wanted him.
Needed him.
She belonged to him.
He pulled the dress down her hips, letting it fall to the floor in a silky black puddle.
As her black satin panties and thigh high stockings were revealed, a sharp intake of his breath thrilled her.
His hands gripped her hips as his eyes worshipped.
Goosebumps dotted her skin.
“Cold?” his voice, deep and husky, asked.
She shook her head in denial.
Lack of heat didn’t cause the prickles of sensation covering her.
He did.
Her body blazed so hot she might melt.
He smiled, then ran a finger over the edge of black satin.
His touch bordered on torture it created such exquisite sensations.
Over and over he lightly caressed her swollen femininity until she could stand it no more.
“Please,” she begged.
Chase’s fingers slid under her panties, slipping first one, then another, inside her tight body.
Her muscles convulsed around his fingers as he propelled her into an overwhelmed pleasure frenzy.
Just when the tension built to the point her stomach twisted into a tight knot, he leaned forward, pushed her panties aside and stroked his tongue against her.
She melted into a pool of quivering feminine Jello, right then and there.
“Chase,” she gushed, falling over ecstasy’s edge.
He laved her aroused flesh as she rode her orgasm in total abandon.
Her breathing ragged, she cried out his name time and again.
When he rested his forehead against her stomach, she vaguely realized her fingers still tangled in his glorious hair.
Was she dreaming?
Moisture beaded in her eyes at the torrent of emotions raging through her.
She bent and kissed the top of his shiny head.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No, Thank you, Adrienne.”
He stood, scooping her in his arms in one fluid movement.
“You can thank me again later because I’m not finished yet.
Which room is yours?”
She knew what he asked.
God, but she knew.
She closed her eyes, breathing in that heady scent so distinctly his.
She should tell him to leave, tell him she wouldn’t be a pawn in the games he played with Mel, tell him she wasn’t who he thought she was.
If she went through with this, if she made love with Chase, he might never forgive her for not telling him the truth before hand.
She had to stop.
“The one at the end of the hall to your left.”
She blinked.
Her body had taken over, locking reason far away.
She gave in to the power he effortlessly wielded over her.
It was useless to try to resist the male potency of Chase Aaron.
More experienced women had tried, and failed.
“I need to make love to you, Adrienne.”
She opened her eyes as he gently laid her down on the flowered bedspread.
“Is that what you want?”
He turned on the bedside lamp.
Soft light illuminated the cream colored room.
Chase’s pupils narrowed as he waited for her answer.
She scooted up on the pillows stacked on her bed.
She wanted him.
His lids lowered in an exaggerated blink.
“Say it,” he coaxed.
“Say you want me as much as I want you.”
She stared at him.
Tension coiled in every muscle of his body as he stood next to her bed.
His pulse throbbed in rapid succession at his neck.
His eyes implored.
Afraid her vocal cords wouldn’t work, she nodded.
“You have to say the words.”
His voice strained as if he struggled to keep his control.
“I have to hear you say this is what you want.”
She could bear no more.
She’d face tomorrow when it came.
“I want you, Chase.
Please,” she rasped.
“Please, what?” he prompted.
First one button, then the next gave way to his finger’s deft movements as he undid his shirt.
Her eyes followed the rapidly growing expanse of exposed male chest.
“Love me,” she whispered.
The last button released.
His shirt quickly came off, landing somewhere in her bedroom floor.
Her breath caught and held at the image he made.
She
had
to touch him.
Her fingers trailed down his muscled torso, worshipping each well-defined sinew.
He snared her hand as it came to his waistband, pressing her palm against the bulging length still trapped within the confines of his clothes.
Her eyes widened at his size.
Her legs instinctively tightened, protecting her femininity.
A throaty sound escaped him.
His hand left hers to stroke down her cheek.
“I’ll make this good for you,” he promised.
“Trust me.”
Despite the threat his manhood made to her chaste body, she believed him.
He removed his shoes.
Her shaky fingers helped undo his pants, helped as he slid them to the floor.
When he was naked, he stood at the edge of her bed allowing her to visually inspect him.
She did.
Long and hard.
Heat flooded her face when his erection strained toward her, but she didn’t look away.
Only when her gaze met his again did he join her on the bed.