Putting what he already believed to be true about her to the test, Chase ran his tongue down the length of her wet folds.
“Oh!” she cried out, her legs shivering on either side of him.
“Relax,” he encouraged, moving his lips against her smooth flesh. She smelled so good and tasted even better. “Enjoy this, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good and make you come so hard.”
She hummed her answer, obliging, her thigh muscles noticeably relaxed as she spread herself wide open for him. Chase adjusted himself, keeping half of him off the bed. His cock was heavy and throbbing, and his balls tight. The pressure inside him smoldered, threatening to boil over if he weren’t careful. But taking his time, enjoying the perfect pussy in front of him, he once again ran his tongue along her smooth skin, lapping up the come that soaked her.
Chase focused on the swell of her breasts as he dipped inside her. They were perfectly round and her nipples hard beacons. He loved large nipples and Ashley’s were pretty good sized. But then her breasts were more than a handful and couldn’t be more perfect if she’d had them specifically designed for her body.
Her ribs were barely noticeable unless she sucked in a deep breath. Her tummy was smooth and flat, but not concave. Ashley wasn’t skinny, but perfectly thin. Hell, everything about her was just the way he liked a woman, including her feisty nature. He’d caught a glimpse of her temper when she dealt with her ex earlier, and if he’d voiced his opinion, he would say her ex was up to no good. Since he planned on hanging around for a while, he would learn what the bastard was about, and make it damn clear messing with Ashley meant messing with him.
She might believe she could make it on her own, and Chase was sure she could. But there wasn’t any harm in making his presence known, marking his territory so to speak. It wouldn’t surprise him if her ex did a drive-by or two while he was here. Chase’s SUV was parked in front of her house. He was off to a perfect start in making it clear he was laying claim on this hot, sexy lady.
And it wasn’t just because she was easily the most enticing woman he’d ever met. Chase refused to think damned good sex was all it would take to make him want to keep her by his side. Hell, he hadn’t actually fucked her yet, although if he didn’t really soon, he was going to explode. There was a chemistry about Ashley, from the way she investigated a crime scene to how she argued with him over the facts of a case. He’d never been one to share his work with a girlfriend. Hell, whenever he’d had a girlfriend in the past, the term applied weakly at best; more accurately she’d have been called a fuck buddy. Getting close to a woman inevitably meant heartache, and headaches. Especially when they tried digging their claws in.
Chase impaled her pussy, feeling her soaked muscles quiver around his tongue. Ashley dragged her nails over his shoulders, purring delightfully as she moaned and mumbled words he barely understood. Her long lashes draped over her eyes, fluttering when she tried focusing on him. When she lifted her head, staring down at him, her cheeks were flushed and her dark green eyes glazed over with need that matched his own.
“Don’t ever stop,” she groaned, her order sounding more as if she begged.
Chase chuckled against her wet flesh and moved his attention to her swollen clit. The moment he sucked it between his lips, Ashley came off the bed, howling and digging her nails in deep enough it stung. Meeting a lady he’d be happy to see dig her claws in and fight to hold on should terrify the hell out of him. He teased her clit, batting at it with his tongue before closing his lips around it again.
“Chase! Goddamn,” she yelled, every inch of her stiffening as fresh cream soaked his face. She came hard, crying and moaning and probably leaving serious scratch marks over his shoulders. “Oh crap,” she wailed. “I can’t . . .”
“Yes you can,” he growled, his voice thick with his craving for her. His cock throbbed so hard between his legs he wasn’t sure he’d be able to lift himself over her, or move at all, without exploding.
He held out until her breathing slowed. A moist sheen of perspiration made her glow. But it was the slow smile, when she opened her eyes and gazed up at him, that about undid him.
“That was so good,” she moaned, and raised a hand lazily, reaching for him. “Come here,” she told him. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Chase didn’t mind following that order. Climbing on to the bed, he gripped his cock, feeling the incredible weight of it. He was swollen and harder than steel, and her heat beckoned him. As much as he wanted to take his time, fuck her in every position possible, he doubted his ability to hold out much longer.
Ashley raised her legs, stretching them and giving him a view to die for. “Hard and fast, sweetheart,” she instructed, trying to grab his cock and bring it to her. “I want it hard and fast.”
“We’ll see what you can handle.” And what he could handle.
She made a face at him, but didn’t argue when he positioned himself and then glided into her heat. Her mouth formed a perfect circle as she raised her hands, reaching for him but only managing to brush her fingertips across his chest before he impaled her. Chase wanted to take his time filling her, experience all those hot, tight muscles wrap around him. But she was like a magnet, dragging him in deeper and deeper, until he couldn’t fight it any longer and gave her exactly what she wanted.
CHAPTER 7
ASHLEY COULDN’T let Chase spend the night. As worn out as she was, her body sated and sleep calling to her, she rolled out of the bed, almost falling to the ground. Opting for her bathrobe instead of her clothes, she didn’t want to glance back at the perfect body sprawled out on her bed. And she wouldn’t dwell on the fact that there wasn’t a thing she could think of to complain about.
Chase was too good to be true. It should bother her that he was so aggressive, dominating, and controlling. But she really loved those characteristics in him. Even when he was concerned about protecting her home, and the way he reacted to Danny’s breaking in, appealed to her. And it shouldn’t. She needed to send him home, bask in incredibly wonderful sex, and leave it at that.
Traipsing barefoot into her kitchen, she opened her refrigerator, surprised to find an unopened bottle of water. She was positive she’d run out a few days ago but gave thanks for small miracles and pulled the chilled bottle out of the refrigerator. Twisting off the top, she scowled when she heard her phone ring.
Ashley drank some of the water and almost gagged. “Shit,” she hissed, spitting the water into her kitchen sink. It tasted putrid.
“What time is it?” She squinted at the digital clock on her micro wave, trying to focus, gave up and hurried to her phone. If someone was calling in the middle of the night, it wasn’t good news. Rubbing the back of her hand over her lips, she fought to get the sour taste of the water out of her mouth.
Chase stood naked in the doorway to the living room, his brooding expression as captivating as the rest of him. She found her purse on the couch and pulled out her phone.
“Shit. It’s dispatch,” she offered, a sinking feeling twisting in her gut as she flipped open her phone. “Hello,” she said, flinching at how raspy her voice sounded, as if she’d been yelling the past few hours. A warm flush heated her cheeks when she realized how much she probably had yelled.
“Detective Jones, a call came through less than an hour ago, possible suicide. But when the officers arrived on scene they asked me to call you. Sounds like another lady got hit by ISIS, and she is wearing one of those rope bracelets.”
“Ten four,” she groaned. “I’ll be right there. What’s the address?”
THE SUN WAS coming up when Ashley almost fell into her car. Chase made her promise she’d call him the moment she finished going over the scene. She almost considered not doing so, knowing he’d probably fallen asleep and hating to wake him. There was no reason both of them should have to go the entire night without any sleep. Not to mention, a scary feeling, mixed with something that excited her, created a knot in her tummy when she thought about him. Chase was too good to be true and she wasn’t exactly the most experienced lady when it came to dating. Her life was her work. Divorcing Danny had wiped her out, and made men, or getting close to them, a taboo thought.