The Thrill of the Chase

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lowered her hands to his sides. She slid his t-shirt up, until her hands touched his hot flesh. His body jerked under her fingers.
    " A long time. Weeks, babe. Since that first night. " His hands reached down between them and unsnapped her jeans and slid down the zipper.
    A rush of thrilled heat ran through her blood stream.
    He pulled her jeans down just enough to push his hand inside and cup her heat through her panties. She gasped and swayed toward him.
    He gripped her tightly, one hand on her butt inside her loosened pants, and the other in the vee between her legs. His finger slid under elastic and through her folds and found her soft opening. Hot, wet heat enclosed his finger as her muscles clamped down. " Oh, shit yeah . " His voice was a raspy groan of benediction.
    She made a soft noise of pleasure.
    He lowered his head to hers, and bumped her chin up with his face until her mouth opened and he sunk his tongue inside. Her hips pushed against him as their tongues swirled. They kissed until they couldn ' t breathe and she broke her mouth away from his. His lips went to her ear and he sucked in her scent as he whispered to her. " You ' re fine. You ' re so fucking fine . I want you naked. I want to make you come. Christ, I want to make you come . " He bit her earlobe and Julie felt the rush of moisture flow from the spot between her legs, wetting him, allowing his finger to slide in and out with ease.
    His hand slid from her body and she moaned in protest, while he grasped her shirt and peeled it over her head.
    Gibson ' s mind almost exploded when he saw the soft smooth swells of her breasts spilling from the cups of her bra. He lowered his head, and sucked a lace-enclosed nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and tongue. She quivered against him and lifted her hands to his head and held him there while he sucked at her. With impatience, he pulled the cups down until her nipples popped out. A deep groan vibrated from the depth of his chest as he rasped his thumbs over the pink tips. He lifted his mouth enough to mumble, " Goddamn, you ' re pretty. "
    Her hips swayed into his. " Gibson, please. "
    He clenched his hands around the full bounty of her breasts, lifting them up into his face. " Please what, baby? "
    She mewled against his throat. " Please, please, please. "
    " Yeah, okay. " He squeezed her breasts and moved his tongue from one nipple to the next, abrading her soft skin and making her pant harder.
    She moved her hands to the snap of his jeans and tried to get them open. She fumbled around but it was useless. She had no strength.
    He pushed her hands out of the way and unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his legs, dragging his briefs along with them.
    She pushed up on his t-shirt, and he lifted his arms and pulled it over his head, tossing is down.
    He stood naked in front of her. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. He was perfect. Beyond perfect. He was lean with solid muscles delineating every inch of his body. His abs were ripped, his pecs were cut in a way that had her reaching out to touch them. She whispered his words back to him. " Goddamn, you ' re pretty. "
    He let out a laugh that held not an ounce of humor and pushed her bra from her shoulders and began pushing her jeans all the way off. " You think? "
    " Yeah. "
    He tossed her jeans and panties alongside his clothes. He looked down at the naked curves of her body where she knelt on his bed, fine tremors running through her limbs. Her blonde hair fell in soft curls over her breasts. " You ' re beautiful. " He looked from her body up to her eyes. " I guess you know I ' m locking you in here. You ' re never going to leave my bedroom. " He said it deadpan, as if he were completely serious.
    His hands reached for her.
    Her eyes flared as intense excitement hit her. " People would miss me. "
    " Probably. " One hand slid under her back, the other under her knees as he flipped her down until she was sprawled on her back. He pushed her

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