In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In Book 1) by Callie Harper Page B

closer, wanting it off
him. I needed his skin against mine, now. He sucked on my earlobe,
teasing the tender flesh between his teeth. “You are not leaving
with Chris,” he growled.
    “No.” I didn’t
even protest his caveman demand. I didn’t want to leave with anyone
else. I wanted him, right there, right now.
    “He’s an asshole.
He doesn’t know you.” He went on as if I needed any more
convincing. But then mercifully he stopped talking, pressing his lips
to my throat, kissing, sucking, licking his way down to the hollow of
my neck. It felt so rough and possessive but exactly what I needed,
like he wanted to devour me whole and I’d love every second of it.
    “You’re not wearing
a bra, Emma,” he whispered, almost reverent, sliding his hands down
my shoulders, along my sides, up from my waist. I shivered in
anticipation, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “It’s been
driving me crazy. How easy it would be to touch you, but not doing
it.”
    “Touch me,” I
moaned, almost not recognizing my own voice, so husky and desperate
with need. With a satisfied, masculine groan, he reached up and
untied my top at the back of my neck with one, deft pull. As if he’d
been thinking about doing exactly that since the second he’d seen
me.
    The shirt was made of a
thin rayon, and it pooled instantly at my waist, baring me to him
completely under the exposed lightbulb of the closet. I panted,
vulnerable, as he held me still, his hands wrapped at my waist.
    “So fucking
beautiful,” he hissed, drinking me in with his gaze. My nipples
were already hardened with arousal and he hadn’t even touched me
yet. I craved it so much I nearly whimpered as he slowly lowered his
head to my breasts.
    “So perfect, Emma,”
he murmured, cupping my breasts gently in his hands, licking my soft,
sensitive skin, kissing me as I gripped the shelf beside me, my head
tilting back, eyes closing in pleasure. When he took my aching nipple
into his hot, wet mouth I gasped.
    “Chase!” My voice
sounded so needy, pleading, urgent for everything he could give me.
I’d never felt so crazy with lust before, so consumed and unable to
think about anything but how insanely fucking good it felt as he
licked and laved and sucked on my breasts, first teasing one nipple,
then the other, his hands massaging, stroking, cupping me as I arched
my back and offered myself to him completely.
    “Do you know how much
I want you?” he whispered against my wet skin, one hand starting a
path down my stomach. “How crazy I am for you?” I groaned,
digging my hand into his bicep, the feel of his hard, driving muscle
making me so wet. “I want to taste you,” he continued, licking
between my breasts, taking his time as I squirmed and twisted with
need. And still his hand traveled lower, along my hip, then dipping
down my thighs. “Emma,” he murmured, giving my nipple a hot lick,
sliding his fingers up my inner thighs to where I quivered and ached
for him. “I want to make you come.”
    I gasped as he brought
his fingers up to my panties. There wasn’t much to them, just a
lacy G-string, the type that wouldn’t cause panty lines, or put up
any fight when a big, sexy beast of a man pulled them to the side and
palmed me in his hot, huge hand.
    “So wet for me,
baby,” he groaned, rubbing me, sucking my nipple, starting to
stroke my slit. Arching into him, I moved my feet farther apart so he
could have all the access he needed. The man had such skills. I was
clearly in the presence of a master, as the wide pad of his thumb
brushed right up against my aroused clit, giving me a nice press
right where I needed it.
    “Yes,” I cried,
pushing against him, letting him know it felt so good.
    “You need this,
baby?” he asked, starting to fuck me with his fingers as he began a
rhythm with his thumb. “You’re worked up, too, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” I admitted,
a needy sob escaping my lips as I threw my head back. He was so good,
so commanding, the