Protecting Melissa (Holiday Cove 4)

I needed to find him.

Now.

I tightened my grip on the towel and padded with soft footsteps to the kitchen. Chase was in the living room and I smiled as his eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of me in my towel. “I needed a glass of water?”

“Right,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

I followed through on my made up errand and went to the kitchen and took my time pouring myself a large glass of water and drinking half of it down, knowing Chase could see me from his place on the couch.

“What about you? Can’t sleep?” I asked casually, going back into the living room.

“I will…soon.” He licked his lips and couldn’t seem to help his wandering eye.

I smiled at him. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Well,” I started, going back toward the hall to the bedrooms. “Goodnight, I guess.”

“Uh, yeah, goodnight.”

I let the towel sag in the back, dropping low on my back, until the chilled air conditioned air hit the top of my ass. It wasn’t a full show, but a small taste of what he was missing.

I didn’t even make it to my room before I heard footsteps in the hallway behind me. I spun around and found Chase striding toward me, an intense, dark look in his eyes.

“Did you need something?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes up at him.

“Yeah. This,” he growled, not giving me a moment to breathe, before pulling my hips to his and crushing his lips to mine in a bone searing hot kiss that fired up all the sparks in my belly and light them into a raging wildfire.

His lips were firm and powerful but soft and gentle. Needy and hungry one moment but patient and sweet the next. He was at war with himself. All the pent up desire and lust we’d built up over the few days together, all the long glances, shared smiles, and accidental touches poured out into a kiss that made me forget everything around me.

Chase backed me up with sure steps until we fell against the door to his room. Without breaking away, he reached behind me for the handle and we crashed through the doorway into the darkness. The moonlight was the only light in the room, but it was enough. Chase grabbed the towel and threw it aside, holding me by the hips as he let his hungry eyes rove over my naked body. Everywhere his eyes went, my skin shivered and danced, desperate for his fingertips and lips to follow the trails his eyes were making across my body.

“You’re beautiful, Melissa. Better than beautiful.” He paused, considering me. “I don’t know the right words.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, smiling at his obvious delight. “I wasn’t here for a speech.”

I pressed my body back against his and our lips found one another again, with renewed desire that consumed us. His shirt was soft against my skin but I needed more. I tore at the hem of his shirt and he ripped it off over his head. Then it was my turn to openly oogle.

He was even more perfect than the fantasies in my head. His chest was defined—firm. A soft smattering of hair trailed over his chest and I couldn’t help but run my hands down the lines of his abs. He made me want to do crazy, wild things. I wanted to lick and bite and nuzzle every inch of his hard body.

When my fingertips trailed down and ran against the buckle on his jeans, I smiled up at him. I didn’t need words to get my meaning across. He grinned and unlatched the buckle. The sound of the leather whipping from his jeans sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers worked the button and zipper free and he pulled off his jeans, leaving himself in socks and his briefs. I bit my lip as I tugged at the waist of his briefs.

He chuckled. “You’re an awfully impatient woman. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“I just know what I want.”

“Well in that case…”

I held my breath as Chase stripped away the final pieces of clothing and stood before me in all his glory. Damn! He was perfection. I exhaled sharply and he laughed softly as he gathered me back against him. His hungry lips captured mine again and my knees buckled as his cock brushed against my stomach, right above my pussy.

I ached for him, and he knew it. One hand went around my neck, directing and controlling the depth and speed of our frantic kisses while the other dropped below us and stroked over my pussy lips. I gasped and he took advantage of the moment and nibbled on my lower lip.

“Chase!” I whimpered as his fingertip separated me and stroked the silky inside.