Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

Chase laughs, but his laugh cuts off suddenly as I reach behind myself, unsnap my bra and free my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he chokes out, and I can’t help but warm and flush with heat beneath his admiration.

Next come my jeans. I unsnap the button then wiggle and push them down my hips.

Chase groans as if I’m hurting him. I straighten in front of him and press my knees together. Just knowing he wants me is making me wet.

“Come on,” I say, turning on my heel and walking away, leaving him with the sight of my naked ass. I can’t help but strut a little bit, wiggling my hips.

Chase catches up to me as I step into the bathroom and smacks me playfully on the ass.

I shoot him a sultry glare over my shoulder then wiggle my ass some more as I bend over and turn the water for the shower on.

“Do you want me to attack you?” Chase growls and reaches out, grabbing me by the hips. “Cause that’s how you get attacked and fucked.”

I want to laugh but it catches in my throat. The air in the bathroom already feels hot, steamy, and too thick. I pry his fingers off my hips and yank back the shower curtain.

“There will be no fucking tonight,” I tell Chase. “You’re getting a shower then it’s straight to bed.”

Chase grunts and arches his brow at me, “We’ll see about that.”

I sigh and step into the shower first knowing Chase will follow. The hot spray of water hits me and it feels so damn good, so welcome, I groan and immediately start to relax.

Chase watches me, his eyes darkening as they scorch across my body, drinking in my glistening skin. I slick my hair back, out of my face and I reach out, pulling him in.

Chase grunts as he steps close to me then his massive hands grab up my breasts.

“No, don’t,” my lips groan even as I arch my back.

“I can’t help it,” Chase growls and his hands work my slick breasts, molding them in his palms. “I need to touch you. I need to taste you.”

“No,” I gasp and rise up on my tiptoes as his hands squeeze and play with me. My nipples tighten into hard points beneath his rough, calloused palms. “I want to take care of you.” I place my hands over his hands to stop him.

“This is taking care of me,” he insists.

I shake my head and pry his hands off of me. “Please, Chase, just let me do this.”

Chase grumbles and allows me to remove his hands. By the arms, I grab him and maneuver him until it’s his body under the spray of water.

He watches me, stiff, tense, his muscles poised and ready as if at any moment he’s going to pounce on me. I grab up a bottle of his soap and squirt it into a rag. I reach up and the rag hits his shoulder with a little splat. I drag it down his arm, being gentle and light with my touch because I don’t want to hurt him. I repeat the same with his other shoulder, rubbing and dragging the rag down his arm.

As I wash him, I feast on the sight of his naked body, wet and glistening under the spray of the shower. Even bruised and battered, he’s beautiful, he’s powerful. There’s so much raw strength in every inch I touch, I can’t help but marvel at how firm and taut he is. How perfect he is.

Soon, I find myself not only dragging the soapy rag along him, but my other hand, my other fingers trace his lines. They follow his dark tattoos, spiraling out from his shoulders. They slide down the definition of his chest then dip into the ridges of his stomach.

“Avery,” Chase groans as I dip lower and lower.

I’m not even consciously aware of what I’m doing. I just have all these urges, all these impulses I’ve been resisting. I’m so done resisting them. So done resisting him. I’m just giving in. I’m doing what I want.

“God, I missed you so much, Chase,” I tell him as I drop to my knees and soap up his thighs. “I missed touching you.”

I rinse away the suds covering his thighs then stamp them with kisses. His legs shudder beneath me. Knowing that I have such an effect on him, that I can make him weak makes me feel so powerful.

Turning my face, I exhale, my warm breath blowing against his cock. His cock twitches and I lick my lips. I suddenly have to taste him. I have to have him in my mouth right now.

Dropping the rag it falls with a wet splash to the floor. I wrap my fingers around the thick base of his shaft and before he can stop me, I arch forward and take him into my mouth.

Chase groans and for a moment I have this sick feeling that I may have hurt him. I tighten my tongue against the bottom of his cock and peer up at him through the fringe of my lashes. I hold him like that, afraid to move, afraid I might be causing him pain because all he does is breathe deeply with his eyes closed.