Page 9 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)
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Celeste
Oh my.
Oh my goodness.
“What…what are you doing?” I stammer, my words vaporous, not to mention the ridiculousness of what I just asked. It’s clear what he’s doing.
Chase buries his face in my neck, rubbing his scruff up and down, then across my jaw, a low growl in his throat. “I’m losing my mind for you, beautiful. Needed to feel you under me at long last.”
Uh… “I still can’t believe you’re losing your mind over me.”
Clearly it’s me. No one else is here. No one else is getting the Chase treatment.
And a treatment it is. This feels like total ownership.
Is that even a thing?
“Yes,” he quietly says, tone raspy, breath warm against my skin. “Only you.”
“I have no idea how to do this.” Panic is a thousand hummingbird wings in my veins. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to men...”
“A man, one. Me.”
God, how I like the sound of that.
“Do you always speak with such total conviction?”
“Yes. Why would I say something I wasn’t sure of?”
Huh? I am sure I’m blinking like Bambi. “Be-because everyone does?”
He nuzzles my temple, dragging his mouth over my skin. “And I heard you loud and clear, honey. I know what I’m doing so you don’t have to worry your pretty little mind about anything when it comes to us.”
Those masculine lips are sexy as sin already, but when he tucks one side back into a grin, his expression is smoldering at a level I’ve never seen before.
Part of my brain breaks.
He continues to melt it. “If you feel safe with me…if you want to give yourself to me, I’ll teach you all the ways a man can love a woman.”
Wait. Is this real?
But my disbelief fades considerably when he strokes the callous of his thumb over my cheek. “You’re so gorgeous. So sweet. My whole mission now is to keep you safe.”
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Some kind of alarm goes off in my head, only it’s not really a scary alarm, it’s more like the kind when you win a prize on a game show.
“This might sound crazy, but I do feel totally safe with you, Chase.” Looking away, I blow out a laughing breath. “Boy, this is embarrassing.”
The word blushing doesn’t even begin to describe what is happening to my face.
“What, sweetheart?” He gently brushes my hair back, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Talk to me.”
“I just feel so wild and not at all like myself right now. But all I can say is, please.” I finish with a whisper and don’t even know what I’m begging for, but apparently he does because he opens his mouth against the place below my ear and I almost scream.
Which he loves. He chuckles. Dark and husky. It curls my toes.
Then Chase does something new. It’s like he wraps around me, his arms sliding below me, cradling my torso, cupping my head in his hands as he kisses my neck, rocks his hard abs against my quivering stomach.
Wow.
He feels really good. The weight of him pressing me deep into the lush couch cushions is delicious. Completely, he surrounds me with warmth and protection.
“There’s my girl, right where she belongs.”
I’m so overwhelmed for a few seconds, I wonder if my heart is going to give out.
“You were made for me,” he professes, inhaling in my hair, finding my ear for a sexy brush of his scruff as he hums.
“I…I love the way you feel,” I admit, my throat clogged with desire so powerful, I’m winded.
I didn’t even know my body could feel like this.
But Chase shifts, pulls back abruptly. Staring down at me. Something powerful moves behind his amber-colored eyes. “That makes me so fucking happy, Celeste.”
Now my heart isn’t giving out, it’s galloping happily. I’m on a cardiac see-saw, it seems.
My lips tremble and open. An invitation, and he sweeps in. Hard. A growl against my mouth.