Page 15 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)

FIFTEEN

Celeste

I’m chewing off a fingernail when GhostDog, the big, eerily quiet former SEAL moves to the control panel. He taps on the screen rapidly, like he’s sending a message.

“All clear,” he announces and I can’t stop myself from leaping off the sofa.

“Where’s Chase?”

“On the way. ETA three minutes. We have orders to bug out before he gets here, said he needs you all to himself.”

They shake my hand and offer congratulations…with solemn expressions.

Huh?

I’m sure I look puzzled, nervous, and flushed from my hair follicles to my shirt collar when they leave me staring as they exit the safe room apartment like silent predator animals.

Whew. All those SEALs are intense. But mine? He’s the most intense of all.

A fact that’s confirmed when he explodes into the apartment. There is an energy around him that could flatten me, take my feet out from under me, if I wasn’t already levitating.

“Thank fuck that’s over, I can’t breathe when I’m away from you,” he roars and then we’re both in motion. It’s so fast, so intense, I don’t know what happens, but we collide in the middle of the room and crash to the floor.

He’s wild for me. I’m desperate for him.

Our tongues mate as he pins me to the carpet with his big body, flexing hard. Reminding me how strong he is.

He’s devouring me, biting my throat as he drags my hands up next to my head to twines his fingers between mine.

“Your cherry doesn’t stand a chance in hell against my cock. Are you ready?”

I nip his chin, running my hands up and down his abs, teasing lower until I’m pushing and pulling at his belt. “I’ve been ready the whole time you were out there fighting for my safety.”

He drops his head into the crook of my neck and growls my name.

With shaking hands, he roughly drags my pants and panties off, finding my clit with his hot, heavy fingers.

Oh…yes!

I jolt as he works my slickness over the tight bud, my body snapping to a higher level of arousal that’s puts me into a frenzy.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it. I’m clutching his cock through his pants, breathing hard against chest, begging.

Chase scoops me off the floor and crashes us down onto the sofa. “I will not put rug burns on you today. Another day, fuck, yes. Not our first time. Thought we’d be in our bed, but I can’t make it any further.”

We both laugh because the bed is only a few steps away. The studio apartment isn’t huge, but more seconds between now and him being inside of me seem like a total waste.

Wedging himself between my legs, he jerks open his fly. “Never been so hard in my life.”

“I’ve never been so hungry for your touch.”

He growls, his gaze scorching downward until he’s looking at my exposed pussy as his enormous girth stands between us.

Chase is veiny, thick, and so long, I start to have palpitations. But the way he’s looking at me is what sends my to the cardiac danger zone.

“Oh, holy fuck ,” he groans. “Gotta eat that honey right now.”

He slides down to kneel on the floor as he shoves my legs wide, his teeth tearing at his bottom lip. “This is my cunt now, Celeste. You understand that? No one else looks at this, touches this or even fucking thinks about this.”

“Only you.” My words tremble, catching in my throat.

With powerful, warrior’s hands, Chase grips my thighs, taking a nip of each one before drawing his nose through my slit and inhaling like I’m a meal he’s dying for.

I watch in fascination as he licks me, swirling and swiping his tongue over my clit before he goes deep between my labia.

My…my…my god, that feels good.

I’m gripping the leather beneath me for dear life when his thumbs find the wet valley between my legs, sliding up and down me.

“This slick little pussy…it’s a man’s dream, Celeste. I’m gonna be a possessive asshole over you. Get ready.”

He dives down, lapping, growling, sucking on me until I scream.

“I can’t take it any more!”

“Yes.” He licks. “You.” He licks again. “Will.”

Gritting my teeth, I arch back into the couch. “Please, please put your cock in me.”