Rapture (Renegades 7)

Nerves pushed through the thrill. “I hope I live up to your expectations. I know how creative you are. That sets a pretty high bar.”

He shook his head. “You’ve already blown the ceiling off every hope.”

“Then I guess I overestimated you.”

He dropped his head back and laughed.

The man made her giddy. She didn’t even know she had the capacity for giddy.

She pushed up, kissed his jaw, his neck, his throat. Took a deep breath of his unique, masculine scent. It went right to her head.

His arms tightened around her. His hand flexed in her hair. “Damn, you feel so good. I feel like I’ve waited forever for this.”

He kissed her. Deep and slow and hungry. So hungry. His show of passion opened the floodgates on her own. She moaned into his mouth. Slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, around his neck, into his hair.

They were completely lost in each other when the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Chase tore his mouth from hers and swore. They were both panting when he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway. Halfway, he stopped, swiped the card through the reader, and pushed open the door, stepping aside for her to enter.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Chase tossed his jacket aside and pushed Zahara against the nearest wall without bothering to turn on the lights. With the curtains open, the city lights cast the room in a bluish-white glow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched, pressing her whole body against his. And, wow, she needed this man naked. Yesterday.

Chase sighed while his hands slid down her body. Moaned as they rounded her hips. Growled when he pulled her hips to his.

His erection pushed against her pelvis, unleashing a wild kind of lust. Zahara fisted his shirt, and yanked it from his slacks, then worked on the buttons.

“What do you like, baby?” His hands move back to her head, fingers combing into her hair. “I’ll do anything. Fill any fantasy.”

She’d gotten a surprising number of buttons open before his questions created a sliver of unease. They exposed him as a pleaser in the bedroom. A man more interested in her pleasure than his own. Zahara wasn’t the kind of person who gave up control of any part of her life, and that extended to the bedroom.

“Really?” She met his eyes. “Do you have handcuffs on you?”

His smile flickered for a hot second. “No. But I could probably whip something up that would work in a pinch.”

“Good.” She kept her gaze on his while she worked his belt open, slid his zipper down. “Why don’t you do that? Then tie yourself to the bedframe.”

His brows shot up. “Me?”

“Oh yeah, you.” She eased her hand into his pants, beneath his boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his long, thick, hot shaft. Lust revved through her system and she and Chase groaned at the same time.

His hands tightened in her hair. “Fuck, Z…”

She made one long slow stroke of his cock, watching his eyes roll back, his jaw muscle jump, his nostrils flare. There wasn’t a stunt on the planet that could match the thrill of watching Chase’s cool, good-natured exterior melt with edgy need.

“I want this in my mouth,” she told him. “I want you all spread out on the bed, just for me.”

A guttural sound rolled in his throat. He dropped his head to her shoulder and his knees buckled a little. “You’re going to have to save that dirty talk.”

“It’s not dirty talk. It’s what I want. Your sexy body all to myself. No distractions. No limitations. All mine.”

“Holy fuck.” His harsh whisper cut through the quiet room.

She pushed at his slacks and slid her back down the wall, already licking her lips in anticipation. If there was one thing that gave a woman complete control in the bedroom, it was sucking cock. Zahara needed that right now, just an extra shot of control to keep her vulnerability at bay.

“No, no, no.” He pushed off the wall, gripped her wrists, and pulled her to her feet.

“Chase—”

“That can’t happen right now.” He turned her and walked her backward toward a shadowy living area.