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The Heartbreaker (Chandler Brothers #3) Page 6
Author: Carly Phillips

He placed her on the bed and she came to her knees. They worked together, first unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside, letting her revel in his muscular chest. Reaching behind her, he pulled the tie on her halter top, letting it fall forward, revealing her bare br**sts. She should have been embarrassed, but his hungry gaze devoured her, and a low growl of appreciation rose in his throat, leaving no doubt he liked what he saw. Then his hands cupped her br**sts, her ni**les pressing deeply into his palms.

Heated sensations rippled through her and she exhaled a low groan. He reached for the waistband of her skirt at the same time she grabbed for the button on his jeans; between them, they shed their clothing along with their inhibitions.

Sloane found her back propped against the pillows, Chase straddling her waist, one hand holding hers above her head. While he locked her in an erotic position, his touch was gentle and his grip was loose enough that she could break his hold if she wanted to. She didn’t.

Her position aroused her too much and she liked the way he studied her, as if he could read her mind and provide every intimate touch she desired.

“I want to be inside you.” His hard length rubbing against her stomach proved his words.

“Go for it,” she said, and her hips jerked upward of their own volition as moisture slickened her thighs and a tide of arousal rose inside her.

“Not until I protect you.”

That took her off guard. “Something I need protection from?” she asked lightly. She’d been so caught up in wanting to block out the painful truth she’d learned today, she hadn’t been thinking clearly. “I’m on the pill, but . . .”

“Hell, honey, with the life I’ve lived, you have nothing to worry about. I just believe in safety first and kids never.” He slid off the bed and strode toward the bathroom.

The knot in her stomach eased. She didn’t know why, had no reason to trust, but she believed him. And once again, she appreciated his gallantry during a one-night stand.

After all, many guys wouldn’t care what they left behind. Chase did. There was something different about this man. Something caring and uniquely special, she thought.

He returned as quickly as he’d left, and she couldn’t help but admire his physique, the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the other impressive parts of him standing at attention. No longer distracted by her thoughts, she was now completely focused once more. How could she not be with such a gorgeous man standing over her?

No guy had ever incited such overwhelming, instant lust. Then again, no man had ever looked at her as if he couldn’t get enough. Chase did.

He held the foil packet in his hand and quickly took care of protection; then he came over to her and grinned, that sexy, intense smile causing her to catch her breath.

“Enough waiting, don’t you think?”

She laughed, even as her body burned, on fire with wanting him. “More than enough,”

she agreed.

With a low growl, he kissed her. His mouth was hot and greedy and his hands were busy as he nudged her legs apart and poised himself intimately against her. Entry and fulfillment were so very close, but instead of thrusting, he reached down with his hands.

His long fingers dipped inside her, arousing her with his talented touch. She moaned, arching her hips and drawing him in deeper, forcing her muscles to contract around his finger, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted something more.

He must have understood because he withdrew, and then he finally spread her thighs and drove himself deep with one long, satiny stroke. He filled her and immediately brought her close to the edge of climaxing.

So hard, so fast, and he felt so right. She closed her eyes as he withdrew, letting her feel every hard and slick ridge of him before pumping inside her again. She matched his rhythm quickly, the synchronization between them amazing, almost as if they’d been together like this before.

“Sweet heaven,” Chase muttered. No woman should feel this good. Especially not one he just met, one who didn’t know his likes or his dislikes. Yet, she knew all the right moves to turn him on. He saw so much in those green eyes of hers. They’d connected and he felt it in her body, in every slick inch he stroked inside her.

She was feminine and warm where skin touched skin, her ni**les hard and arousing against his chest. She met him thrust for thrust, bringing him higher each time their bodies met and he burned with the need to let go. But not alone. He wanted them to be together when they found that ultimate burst of raw sexual satisfaction. Reaching between them, he slid his finger between her moist folds to increase the pressure and make her come.

He was rewarded by a shuddering groan and she rolled her hips, seeking to deepen the stimulating tension. Her thighs were clenched, her muscles cushioning him in wet heat.

With each successive thrust, he was on edge himself, holding back only by sheer force of will.

“Chase.”

His name on her lips surprised him. For as intimate as they’d been, as close as he felt, talking had been minimal. He forced his heavy eyelids open.

Dilated green eyes met his. “Roll over.”

His eyes opened wide. “What?”

“After today, I need to be in control,” she explained as she nudged him with her body, and together they flipped positions until he was flat on his back while she straddled his thighs. A shudder racked her body as she took him deeper than he’d been before. “Oh, God.”

He swallowed hard because he felt it too, but along with sensation came knowledge. For her, tonight was about so much more than easy sex. She was running from something and using him to forget. But his body wasn’t about to give him time to ask questions.

And with her gorgeous face, and full br**sts poised over him, he wasn’t about to argue.

“Whatever works for you,” he told her.

A flash of gratitude flickered over her features, and then, thankfully, she started to move, rocking her hips and milking him with her inner muscles until the tidal wave started to rise once more. Without warning, she stretched over him, kissing him full on the lips while her hips continued a systematic, gyrating movement. One that kept up the tension and let it build higher as her feminine mound pressed intimately against him, working him in a way he’d never felt before.

With each thrust of her pelvis grinding downward, she let out a soft, arousing moan. She was close and so was he, and she kept up the insistent pressure, bringing him closer and closer until his world imploded. Now he had but one focus: this woman and the intense sensations she pulled from him as her body continued to milk him, long after he’d come.

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