by Jill Sanders
Chapter Eleven
Chase looked across the small space at Lauren and caught his breath. Her dark hair was flowing in light curls around her shoulders, and even in her Dallas Cowboys pajamas, she was something to look at. The light cotton clung to her every curve. He walked over and started to pull her jacket off. She moved to help him, but he pushed her hands aside.
“Let me.” He used his fingertips to slowly unzip the zipper all the way, then took the hem of the jacket and pulled it up over her head.
She wore a white cotton t-shirt with Cowboys written over her breasts. The material was so light, he could see through it. Again, she'd stolen his breath away with her simplicity.
“You are so beautiful.” He pulled her into his arms as she laughed.
“I should be wearing something silk and flowing.” She frowned a little.
“This is perfect. I'm a huge Dallas Cowboy's fan.” He smiled as she chuckled.
“Well”—she bit her lip—“at least we have candlelight.”
“I wouldn't want this any other way.” He leaned down and took her mouth, slowly deepening the kiss until his knees felt weak. Then he started backing her up to the small bed that sat along the back wall. It was a single bed, only built for one, but they would just have to make do. When the back of her knees hit it, he pulled her down with him.
She chuckled a little when he had to adjust their position until finally there was enough room for him to pull her closer. Her back was against the wall, and her left leg hung over his hip. Just where he wanted her.
He kissed her until they were both out of breath, using his tongue to show her what he wanted to do to her soft body below. His hands slowly roamed over her shirt until she moaned and leaned back, giving him permission to explore the sensitive skin below.
Slowly he pulled her shirt up, exposing inch after inch of soft, milky skin. Stopping just below her perfect breasts, he dipped his head and tasted how perfect she was. He ran his tongue over every inch he'd just exposed as she twisted and moaned under him. When he reached the bottom of the shirt, he used his mouth to pull it up further, exposing the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen. Leaning back, he looked down at her and lost his heart.
Her hair was fanned out over the white pillowcase. Her green eyes were clouded and her cheeks were flushed and pink, making her lips look a deeper shade of pink.
“Please.” She put her hands into his hair and pulled him back to her. He ran his mouth over her puckered skin, dipping his tongue out to lap at her perfect nipples, finally taking one in to suckle on it. Her shoulders came off the bed as she cried out his name.
He lost a little control and quickly moved his hands lower, pulling down the loose band of her PJ's, until he found her underneath, wet and swollen for him. His fingers played over every inch as she called out for him over and over. Then his mouth trailed down, following the same path, until finally he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin, causing her to grip his hair tightly. He lapped her perfect lips until she cried out and he couldn't stand any more.
Then she was tugging his jacket off his shoulders. He quickly sat up and tossed it and his shirt to the floor. She smiled and pulled him back to her. He leaned in and smiled as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her smile faltered a little, but he leaned in and nuzzled her neck and he felt goose bumps raising all over her skin.
Her fingers were exploring his muscles, traveling lower on his stomach until she reached the snap of his jeans. She quickly ran her palm over his desire, over the course jean material, and had his eyes crossing. Pulling back a little, he took her hands in his and pulled them up and away.
“Chase, I want to...”
“Shhh, I know. I'm trying to go slow here.” He smiled down at her. “If you keep doing that, I can't promise you I can.”
“I don't care. I'm burning up. Please.” She twisted a little under his hold. Then her tongue darted out and she slowly ran it over her bottom lip, her deep green eyes watching him as she teased him.
“Vixen.” He smiled quickly, then took her mouth with his again. She tugged on his hands until he let her wrists go, then she was pulling his zipper down and yanking his jeans off his hips. It would have worked out great, but she hit a snag when his jeans hit his boots. He chuckled and sat up to take them off, tossing them across the room. Then he stood and yanked his pants down, making sure to set his wallet on the small table next to the bed. He'd need the condoms he always carried in it, later.
Her smile wavered when she saw him. He actually saw her move away, closer to the wall. Looking down at her, he smiled.
“I won't hurt you.” He knelt next to her on the bed and pulled her up to kneel in front of him. Her eyes stayed focus on his erection.
“Doesn't that hurt when it's so...large?” She blinked then looked up at him quickly.
He chuckled a little and shook his head. “I ache for you. I suppose it's painful wanting.” He took her hand in his, then placed her hand on his shaft. She flinched a little, but when he moved his hand away, she smiled a little.
“Your skin is so soft. Yet you're so hard underneath.” Her fingers glided over his skin, exploring.
He leaned his head back and groaned. “You're killing me.” Her exploration stopped and he looked at her. She had a frown on her face and there was a crease between her brows. “In a good way,” he finished. “Let me show you what you do to me.”
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