Luciana
Operation save Chase was in full force.
He just didn’t know it yet.
But he was about to.
I stripped off my shirt and pants, clad in only my black lacy bra and my boy-short underwear, then quickly pulled my hair back into a high ponytail so it was out of my face.
He wanted a reason to live?
I was going to give him a billion.
And if that didn’t work.
I was going to do an Internet search on how to kidnap someone; I figured Nixon would even help.
I stifled a laugh behind my fingers. Was I really thinking about kidnapping a mafia member? I laughed even harder. Maybe I was getting delirious from all the shooting, the kissing, the chaos. But the thought had me actually smiling. That’s how easy it was for him to corrupt me.
A week in, and I was contemplating renting a white van and parking it down by the river. Great.
I opened my door and marched down the hall.
The fridge door was open, the light on, I could see his boots from underneath it. The minute it shut, he choked on the water he was drinking and sputtered, “The hell are you doing?”
One of the security guys, the scary looking one named Vic, passed by, whistled, and kept walking.
Chase lunged.
I grabbed his hand just as Vic flipped him off and shut the door to the garage behind him.
“Next time…” Chase swore. “…I shoot him.”
“Non-fatal?”
“Flesh wound.” He joked like I had earlier in the week.
We shared the humor, and then his smile dropped as his half-lidded gaze filled with lust. “Is this part of your plan?” He grabbed one of the bra straps and snapped it against my skin.
The burn was such a turn-on I almost lost my nerve. I didn’t have a ton of experience, and Chase tended to kiss and touch like a puppy died every second he didn’t try his hardest.
“Is it working?” I put my hands on my hips.
He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Oh, he wants me to try harder?”
Another shrug though his eyes flashed with amusement.
I grabbed his hands and pulled them to my breasts.
He swallowed slowly, his lips parting as his eyes took on a lazy gaze.
“Dead people don’t get to cop a feel.”
“Don’t they though? Zombies get plenty of play,” he fired back.
“Oh, so you’re coming back a zombie?”
“How else am I supposed to stalk you?”
I shuddered as his thumbs moved over my nipples. Rein it in! I needed to focus.
“I’ve always been more a vampire girl, sorry.”
He rolled his eyes. “Of course you are.”
I got close enough to kiss him and then grabbed his right hand and splayed it out against my stomach.
He frowned.
I inched it lower.
His gaze dropped.
I pressed his fingertips into the top of my underwear… then stopped. “You’d be missing out on a lot of… things.”
He inched his fingers forward, digging against my skin, making me want to squirm against him and beg for more. “Oh yeah? What kind of things?”
I was in over my head, definitely in over my head.
He spread his palm wide and pressed down. “You mean this?”
Yeah, this was a horrible idea. I should have just gotten naked and danced with scarves or something.
Because that was what made men not want to die.
Scarves.
I jerked when a finger slid in. “Or this?”
The plan was backfiring; I was supposed to be driving him crazy, not the other way around.
He flipped me in his arms so my back was facing him, not moving his hand as he slowly touched me.
“Good plan.” He nipped my ear. “Solid.”
“I may have—” I gasped, arching against his palm. “—um, not thought—”
His fingers kept teasing.
“—not thought things—”
“Not thought things?” His breath teased my ear.
“—through. Not thought—” I bit down on my bottom lip and sucked as my hips rocked against him. I gripped him with my free hand. “—things through.” I finally got it out.
“Mmm.” He was rock-hard. Hot against my ass.
I rubbed back against him.
He stumbled a bit and then bit back a curse.
I wasn’t sure who was more aroused, me or him.
He moved again.
Good. Lord. Him. Him. Him all the way.
“We really should stop using the kitchen as a bedroom.” He moved his hand, gripping my underwear with his fist and tugging, ripping them completely from my body. I gasped into his mouth as he pressed me against the fridge with one hand while dropping his jeans with the other.
With one smooth thrust, he was inside me.
It was the best idea I’d ever had.
Poorly executed.
But… The. Best.
I arched under his kiss as he slammed into me again. My breasts ached as they slid against the metal of the fridge. I tried reaching for something and ended up releasing a few ice cubes onto our joined bodies.
“Shit!” He jerked, tossed his head back, and laughed.
A gorgeous, dear-God-the-man-is-too-pretty-for-words laugh.
I never stood a chance against him.
I wondered how anyone could.
“Your laugh…” I tugged his head down and captured his lips as he pressed into me again, slower this time. “…is the sexiest thing I’ve ever.”
He grinned down at me. “Want to know the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?”
He didn’t say anything else.
Just ran his hands down my shoulders and around my ass, cupping it, angling us differently as he inched deeper, making it impossible to think. Making me lose myself in his presence, worship with his name dropping again and again from my lips.
“So damn sexy,” he growled against my mouth in an almost painful kiss as I clawed at his chest in an effort to hold him closer, to keep him there forever.
Incomparable loss washed over me when he pulled out, only to have him flip me around so I was bracing myself against the counter a few feet away. The shock of being shoved from him had my fingers digging into the granite to keep me standing. I gasped for breath as he stood over me. The tip of him pressed slowly, so slowly into me. I cried out as his massive body covered me in its warmth.
“I’m going to be erect every time I make coffee because of you.”
I smiled and then grabbed the edge of the counter as he moved. Painfully slow strokes hit every nerve ending I possessed. I squeezed my eyes shut as he invaded every part of me that was on fire for him, as if he knew I’d been waiting for this feeling, for him, my whole life.
“People are going to say, ‘Chase it’s a bagel. Nobody gets erect over a bagel.’” He shoved the bagels off the counter with his hand and filled me completely.
My body jerked in response.
“Or, ‘It’s just orange juice.’” He slammed into me again.
I lost my breath.
“Cereal,” I whimpered as he sped up. My thighs squeezed together, closing him in.
“Luc, princess, keep doing that, and this is over.”
I shook my head no, but couldn’t help myself as my body naturally responded to his.
Our hands tangled together — mine pressed against the granite, his pressed against mine.
“I’ve always been a gentleman. I’m about to lose that track record,” he rasped. “Let go.”
I shook my head. “What are you doing in two weeks?”
“Next week—” He plunged forward, and the feel of him was too much — the pleasure, the situation, everything. I fell apart as he finished. “—I’ll be dead.”