Free Chased by Piper Lawson Page A

out of her mouth. I’m already so fucking hard and I want to be inside this girl so desperately I’d crawl if she asked me to.
    Her hands reach up to me, tentative at first. Then one slides under the back of my shirt and I feel those smooth, silky hands on my skin and I’m lost .
    “Chase,” she manages. “If you stop this time, I’m going to kill you.”
    I pull back. “Come on.” I take her hand in mind and jog up the steps. Fumble for my keys, finally find them.
    It’s been too long and I need another taste. I press her up against the side of the house, my thumb stroking just above her jeans, and she moans.
    I push the door in, shut it behind us. Her arms are around my neck and I lift her legs around me, carrying her blindly. Her mouth’s on mine, frantic, and she’s making these whimpers that’re all I can hear.
    We get to the stairs and I set her down. The look in her eyes undoes me. “Is your roommate home?” she asks, and it’s like we’re on the same wavelength. The bedroom’s too damn far away.
    I shake my head, pressing her down on the stairs, tugging her jeans and her panties down over her hips at once, exposing her. Now we’re here I can hardly think, even though I’ve spent all week – fuck, it feels like all my life – thinking about her.
    I can see how wet she is, not just from the rain, and all I want to do is eat her until the only word she knows is my name. “I can’t think without dreaming about you. I used to have nightmares but there’s no room for them. Just you.”
    “I’ve thought about you. Maybe since the day you ran me into the ground. Is that messed up?”
    I shake my head no, and I’m relieved. “It’s not messed up. Or if it is, then we’re the same kind of messed up.” I bury my mouth in her and she cries out, squirming on the stairs. I hold her down with my hands, keeping her hips on one step. My abs flex to hold me on one further down. It doesn’t help that she’s writhing, bucking. But when I get a good enough grip on her, my fingers go to help my mouth, stroking into her.
    Her hands fist in my hair and her voice is the same, but different. It’s hungry and raw and I love that I make her that way.
    It’s awkward but I don’t fucking care. All I need it to make her lose her mind under me.
    “Chase. Oh my God.” Then she’s saying words but I don’t know what they are. Her hands tighten on my head and her thighs squeeze, and I know she’s close. I suck on her clit and she comes like crazy, on a moan I’ll remember until I’m dead.
    I carry her up the stairs and drop her at the foot of my bed. She’s coming back to herself, I can see it. Her eyes still hungry in the dark. Thank fuck because I need inside her yesterday.
    “Ariel, have you done this before?”
    She nods. I trace a finger down her cheek, gentle in the midst of what we’re doing. Then I’m frantic again, and I strip off the rest of her clothes. They’re wet, which makes it harder but also hotter. I peel the shirt off her shoulders. She’s as caught up as I am. Pulls my jeans down my hips. Tugs my shirt over my head.
    I don’t even know where to start she’s so damned perfect. I want to touch her, kiss her everywhere. I lower her onto the bed, follow her down.
    My mouth moves over the top of her breast, just above the lace of her bra and she gasps. Then I undo it and it’s gone. My lips caress her tattoo again. Then suck the peak into my mouth and she arches into me, against the bed.
    She’s under me, naked, and I want to take a fucking picture so I never forget this moment. Life will never be as sweet as having this girl, panting and wanting and flushed and wet, underneath me.
    Even though it’s not her first time, I want to make sure she’s ready.
    Her long body is perfect, her skin like silk and I stroke down her side, over her hips, hitch a leg around my waist and grind into her. I bite my tongue, hard. I could come just rubbing on her, but fuck if I’m going to.
    “Now,