Page 10 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)

TEN

Chase

I only know how to do things one way. My world is a realm of precision, tactical strikes.

So when the chance comes to take Celeste, I’m on it. Fucking on it.

My lips find home against hers as our breath pants out against each other. I thought I’d go slow, but I don’t. Can’t.

I take the kiss to XXX in less than two seconds, fucking my tongue into her hot little mouth as I grasp her throat gently with one hand and her ass roughly with the other.

She’s soft and sweet, and so damned perfect.

Licking against one another, we both groan into the kiss. She tastes like innocence, feels like surrender.

And I fall head over heels like there’s no goddamned tomorrow.

Our hands start to roam, and I break the kiss, chest pumping, body shuddering when her slender fingers find my abs beneath my shirt.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m a loaded gun right now. Careful.”

She holds my gaze. “I feel like living dangerously tonight, Chase.”

I almost shoot off like a rocket. “You’re fucking killing me.” Diving down, I steal another kiss as I press my hand over hers, moving that curious touch down to my dick. “Feel that beast, that’s for you and you only.”

“I love that,” she whispers against my mouth as I flex my abs, grinding my feral cock between us.

There’s too many goddamned layers of clothes in the way.

I grit my teeth and break the bad news. “But this is not happening. Not here. Our first time is going to be special and there’s nothing about my couch that fits that order.”

Celeste freezes, her mouth open in a cute pout. “Are you stopping NOW?”

I push up her shirt, kissing her belly-button, laving the little divot with my tongue until she whimpers and fists my hair for the first time of millions of times.

“I promise it will all be worth the wait,” I say trying to put out the fire in my groin by thinking about changing the security codes for the property, even though I know that’s not going to work, this fire is already out of control.

“Ugh,” she growls at me. “Why are you stopping? I was really getting into that.”

“Promise I’ll make up for it. But I’m stopping right now because I want to take my time with you. All the time with you. When we make love, it’s not going to be rushed. Right now we’re short on time. In ten minutes, a truck is rolling in here with your belongings.”