I could sense the shift the moment it happened. His kiss intensified and the grip he had on my body tightened. Nothing else mattered or even existed to him in that moment. There would be no more interruptions unless I wanted it to end.

I didn’t want to stop. Casual sex was never something I’d been interested in, but I knew that wasn’t what we were about to engage in. The man on top of me wasn’t a stranger. We spent months getting to know one another—granted in a more platonic, professional way—and in hindsight, all that time spent together felt like momentum that had been building up to this exact moment.

Months of foreplay finally coming to a climax.

It was difficult to put a name to the emotions I felt for Chase. It wasn’t quite love—at least not yet—but I somehow sensed that it would easily become that if I allowed myself to fall.

But tonight wasn’t about love. While the setting itself was romantic, this was all about desire. About satisfying Chase’s months of want—and mine as well.

This wasn’t the time for slow, meaningful lovemaking. As he worked off the remains of my cat outfit, I reached down and undid his vest and shirt. We only stopped kissing when we couldn’t remove anything else without breaking apart.

“I wanted to go slow,” Chase panted as he sat back to pull my pants down my legs.

His pupils were blown wide with lust, but his brow was furrowed in a frown. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was disappointed with his lack of control. I gripped his biceps and leaned up, making sure he was able to see how serious I was.

“Next time. For now, please just finish what we started in the music room.”

“The music room?” Chase repeated with a short laugh. “This started the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“So finish it,” I challenged, holding his eyes while blindly unbuckling his belt.

Chase softly hummed when I reached his slacks and easily unbuttoned those as well. He grinned when I pushed him on his back and rose up to mimic the way he pulled down my pants.

After ditching his pants and everything else he was wearing, I looked up to see the grin still firmly in place as he folded an arm under his head, completely unashamed of his nudity.

Despite my assurance that we didn’t need to go slow, I was desperate to study him. I slid off the bed to finish undressing and took my time so I had a better chance to scope out his body.

But my attention was mostly focused on one part in particular—the thick length that was resting against his cut abdomen, waiting for my next move. It twitched when I bent over to remove my underwear and again when I began to crawl up the bed.

“Come here, kitten,” Chase murmured as he gestured for me to straddle him. His hands went to my sides and trailed up and down, roaming toward my stomach before sliding up to my breasts. As he cupped them in his palms, he grinned and said, “You have such gorgeous tits. So soft and perky... perfect pink nipples.”

He trailed off again and pulled himself into a sitting position to capture one between his lips. My back arched as his tongue flicked over the stiff peak and my hips began to languidly rock. He shuffled under me until his cock was nestled against my folds.

He groaned and sucked hard while I tossed my head back and moaned. Unable to stop myself, I rubbed my clitoris against his cock over and over again—working myself into a frenzy while he alternated his mouth’s attention between my breasts while tightly gripping my ass with his hands.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back if I kept going, so I slowed down the speed of my ministrations. Chase squeezed my ass cheeks hard with his palms and bit down on my nipple as he started to force my hips to move faster again.

“Wet,” he grunted against my skin, leaning his forehead against my collarbone and growling, “Don’t stop. Make yourself come on me.”

He was pushing up against me at the same time and I struggled to choke out, “In me. I need—”

“Nightstand,” he said, turning his head back to glance at the piece of furniture before lying back and stretching in an attempt to reach it. “Fuck!”

“I got it,” I panted, crawling up over him and reaching for the drawer handle. I nearly lost my balance when Chase started kissing my neck while his hands explored my back.

“You—Chase, stop,” I whimpered as I wriggled away from his lips. “You’re distracting me.”

I used the few seconds he gave me to grab a condom and rip the packet open, watching in fascination when he plucked it from my fingers and rolled it over his shaft. He propped up on one elbow and fisted his cock with the other hand, giving it a few strokes before jerking his chin toward it in blatant invitation.

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was more than happy to take my place on his lap and rub myself against him again, pleased when he let out a tortured low groan.

“I thought you wanted me inside,” he growled.

“I thought you liked this,” I countered.

“It was more pleasurable without the condom. Now it’s just a tease for what I really need.”

“And what is that?”

Chase sat up and took hold of me again, maneuvering my body until the blunt head was prodding at my entrance. He held me in place, looking up to search my eyes for permission to continue.

Even when his body was tight with tension from his desire, he was still a gentleman. I bent down to kiss him gently before lowering myself onto his cock with a deliberate slowness.

Chase groaned and dug his fingers into my hips as my thigh muscles started to burn from the strain. I bit down on my lip and shuddered, unused to a man his size. Even though the stretch was almost overwhelming, I couldn’t deny how phenomenal it felt.

I raised my hips and sunk back down further, repeating the movement until he was completely sheathed. I took a moment to breathe deeply and adjust to his size, smiling against the skin of his shoulder as he peppered kisses from my collarbone to my neck.

Chase didn’t seem to mind me taking my time. He wove his fingers into my hair and turned my face until he was able to capture my lips with his. We kissed lazily until I finally began to ride him.

“Mmm,” he hummed against my lips after my first slide back down on his cock. Our slow kiss continued until I eventually picked up the pace. He broke away and grunted, “Faster.”

“Yes!” I cried out when he gripped my ass once more and guided me at the speed he wanted.

The closer I got to climax, the more erratic my movements became and it was impossible to push myself over the edge without the consistency. Chase’s assistance helped and I could feel my toes curling, but it still wasn’t quite enough. Chase pressed his face against my chest, sucking and biting my nipples as I cried out from the dual sensations.

He was getting close. It was obvious from the wild, slightly frustrated look in his eyes as his gaze darted between my face and the spot where our bodies were joined.

“This won’t do,” he suddenly declared, lifting me off him with a quick jerk. I didn’t have time to voice my protest because he was flipping us over and sliding off the bed as he muttered, “Don’t have enough hands for that.”

I gasped in surprise when he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He drew one of my legs over his shoulder and grabbed his cock with his free hand, lining himself up and slamming home with one smooth thrust.

“Chase!”

“Ahh, much better,” he said on a heavy exhale. A split second later, he let out a deep chuckle and said, “While I love watching you bounce around on my cock, I can’t help you move and get you off at the same time.”

The meaning of his words didn’t really hit me until he slid his hand under my ass to hold my hips up while the other went straight for my clit. Chase grinned as he tested different speeds and motions with the pad of his thumb, sucking in a sharp breath when he moved it rapidly from side to side and my back bowed from the sudden ecstasy.

“Oh, I look forward to discovering everything that makes you react like this, kitten,” he whispered before he started pumping his hips again. “But first—I need to relieve some of this damn pressure.”

His eyes started to drift shut as he picked up speed. His thumb moved consistently over my swollen nub and it was only a matter of time before my head was thrashing on the mattress and I was calling his name.

I couldn’t even form words to tell him I was close, but I apparently didn’t need to. When he felt my walls starting to tighten around him, he tore his gaze away from my chest to watch my face as he let out a low groan. His thrusts became harder and deeper. My entire body shook as the pressure built and built and finally—finally—released with a choked-off scream of his name.

Chase let out a series of strangled grunts as I clenched his cock with my internal muscles. He kept his thumb moving as he gave a few more jerky thrusts before burying himself to the hilt and going still. I opened my eyes just in time to watch his face contort with pleasure as he climaxed.

Sexiest man alive. No freaking contest.