A cat purrs, but then I realize it’s just me. I’m actually purring as he applies a bit more pressure with his skillful lips, taking this kiss from nice and sweet to holy shit! His tongue is warm as he coaxes open my mouth and dives inside, stroking expertly against mine. His hands are still gripping my face, his thumb gliding down the column of my neck. This is, hands down, the best kiss of my life.
Passionate, yet unhurried.
My body burns with need, my panties pretty much useless. Shit, that’s pretty much the state they’re in anytime he’s around. Inept little scraps of material that I would love to see him take off… with his teeth.
I gasp for air, but Chase doesn’t pull back. Instead, he slowly drags his full lips down my chin, raining open-mouthed kisses on my flushed skin as he goes. When he reaches the hollow of my throat, I feel his tongue lapping against my skin, and I swear my entire body is practically levitating off the blanket.
When his eyes finally lock on mine, I see the fire burning brightly in his blue eyes. I don’t care that we’re in public or that we just decided like two minutes ago to give this—whatever this is—a try. I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and my panties in the water and take.
Take him.
“I want more,” I whisper into the quiet of the night.Chapter EightChase 8* * *My body is on fire. I feel her everywhere, yet she’s still not close enough. Her whispered confession pulls me out of my Gabby-induced fog. “More of what, baby? I need you to tell me.”
“You. This. Everything. I just want more” is her breathy reply.
“You said you want to see where this goes, and I want that. More than anything I want that. But if this is… more than just kissing, it’s not just more; it’s everything. You’re mine.”
Her eyes widen at my words, but she doesn’t argue them. “Okay” is her softly whispered confession into the night. One word causes my heart to pound like a bass drum in my chest.
When I lean forward, she has no choice but to lie back on the blanket. I rest my weight on one elbow and the other slides under the hem of her shirt. I’m greeted with the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever felt. “You’re beautiful.” My confession has a small smile gracing her lips. “So soft,” I murmur, letting my hand roam over her ribs. Bending farther, I press my lips to hers. Lazily, my tongue swipes at her bottom lip, and when she opens for me, I take my time tasting her. I’ve wanted her like this for too damn long. I need to savor her. Savor this moment.
She turns on her side, and my hand slips around to her back, holding her close. When she throws one leg over mine, I know I’m in trouble. She makes me forget where we are, that we’re not alone—although this little piece of real estate gives us that false impression.
“Not here.” My eyes scan our surroundings. I’d love nothing more than to take her here with the sunset as our backdrop, but no way in hell am I risking someone seeing her.
Not my Gabby.
She’s mine.
“Here,” she says, gripping her hands in my shirt and pulling me closer to her. Her lips press against my neck, and I swear just the feel of her soft lips on my skin has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“We have to go. Now,” I add, letting her know I’m not playing. I kiss her one more time, just a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away from her warmth and jumping to my feet. She lies back on the blanket, her hands resting on her belly, staring up at me. “Gabs,” I say in warning, holding out my hand to help her up.
“Chase,” she counters.
“We need to go.” Her eyes flash to my dick, and it twitches as if her attention is all for him. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” I ask as she stares unapologetically.
“Come here.” She crooks her index finger, and I cave. Almost.
Instead, I start packing up the bag I brought, and sling it over my shoulder. Crouching down, I trace her jaw with my index finger. “Baby, we need to go.”
“I like it here,” she says as her hand reaches out and brushes over my cock.
Fuck this. Stepping off the blanket, I push it toward her, when it’s bundled up around her, I scoop her up in my arms and she squeals with laughter.
“Ch-Chase,” she sputters. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you home.”
“Bu—” She starts to argue but I cut her off.
“I’ll bring you back. We can come here whenever you want, as often as you want, but right now, Gabrielle, I need to be inside you, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to do that with an audience.”