You’re the Reason, стр. 34
I couldn’t read the look in his eyes. Did he like what he saw or was he turned off that I didn’t wear something skimpier like Chantel did?
Instead of driving myself crazy with what he may be thinking, I pushed myself up on my elbows and peeled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Chase’s eyes widened, taking in my matching pink pushup bra that gave me way more cleavage than I actually had. He swallowed hard. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Tingles rushed up my arms, the hunger in his eyes and his words setting my body on fire.
He tried to lean forward to lay me back down, but I reached out and pressed my palm to his chest, stopping him. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Your shirt’s still on,” I said.
His lips lifted into a sexy smirk. He reached behind his head and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor next to mine.
My fingertips skated across the front of his shoulders, so smooth and defined. He watched my hands as they explored his body, following them with his eyes as they ventured slowly down his chest. My thumbs flicked over his nipples before circling them. Chase’s eyes drifted shut, reveling in the feel of my touch. My hands descended over his abs, tracing every deep ridge with the gentle touch of my fingertips. Holy hell he was so hot.
When he couldn’t take anymore, he opened his eyes and lowered himself on top of me. “You gonna let me kiss you, Soph?”
“Since when do you ask?”
He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Since I wasn’t talking about your lips.”
I sucked in a sharp breath before I nodded, eager for what came next.
He inched his way down my body, slowly tunneling his lips between my breasts.
My heart was pounding so fast, I was fairly certain he could feel it ready to burst through my chest.
He continued down, pressing soft kisses to my bare stomach. When he reached the elastic of my panties, his mouth hovered over me—keeping it a mere breath away from the lacy material. I inhaled sharply, holding in my breath as I waited for his lips to touch me, but only his warm breath moved over me.
I’d never wanted a guy’s mouth between my thighs more than I did his in that moment.
But he didn’t stop there.
I released my breath, feeling a little let down, until he whispered soft kisses down the inside of my left thigh. My body hummed to life, yearning for him there. Yearning for him everywhere. I struggled to decipher up from down when he was treating my body as carefully as he was, making sure not to miss an inch.
He reached my left foot, then moved to my right, dropping kisses all the way up from my ankle to my knee. He paused. I didn’t need to peek. I knew what he was looking at. He lowered his lips to the small scars on my knee and peppered them with gentle kisses. I hated those ugly scars and what pain they’d caused me. But he was treating them with such care. It was as if, in that moment, he was helping me to let go of the painful reminder of my injury. Chase abandoned my scars and worked his way up the inside of my right leg. Once he reached the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I pulled in another sharp breath, impatiently awaiting his next move.
His mouth hovered between my legs. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?”
“No,” I breathed, unable to form any other coherent words.
“I promise you, it will feel good when I do.”
“Do it,” I urged.
He chuckled. “Not tonight.”
I sighed, feeling my entire body deflate.
“Soon,” he said as he trailed open-mouthed kisses across my stomach, licking a path around my navel. He worked his way up, tunneling his nose and lips between my breasts. “How about here?” He pressed kisses along the satin of my bra, gently licking under the seam of the cup. “Has anyone kissed you here?”
I nodded.
“Not like I will,” he said.
A ripple rolled through my stomach. Was he trying to drive me wild so I willingly gave up my V card here and now? But if that were the case, why had he turned me down?
He brushed light kisses along my collarbone before reaching my mouth. But instead of kissing me, his lips lingered over mine, taunting me with their proximity. “When you’re ready, I’ll be read—”
I lifted my head and stole the words from his lips. My tongue pushed inside his mouth as I fought to gain the control he’d had. He deepened the kiss, tunneling his hands through my hair as he took over, setting the pace. His body began to move over me. His hips rolled again, his erection pressing once again between my legs, this time harder. The thin material left little barrier, and the sensations intensified. I wrapped my hands around him, my fingertips trailing up his back. It would be so easy to remove my panties and just let him show me how good it could feel. But at the same time, everything about us had been so screwed up. Who knew how he’d be acting tomorrow.
He finally pulled back, as both of us fought for air. “We’ve got time,” he assured me.
I nodded, knowing he was right, but still reeling from everything he’d done to my body. Now I knew what it felt like for