Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

A rumble sounded from his chest, shaking the hand she'd placed on his shoulder. He cupped her face, holding her in place while he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. And dominated. The powerful kiss was even better than the one he'd given her before.

He flicked his tongue in such an expert fashion, she moaned and leaned closer. Her mind focused on his lips pressing hard over hers, his tongue driving deep and pulling back, twirling and twisting and engaging her in a sensual play.

Her stomach trembled as need coursed through her, firing up every pleasure cell in her body. She moaned. Her nipples turned tight with arousal. She sucked on his tongue and let her naughty side out to play, using her teeth and biting him as well.

He pulled back, tearing his mouth from hers and staring at her with glowing eyes while he breathed hard. "You..."

She gulped. Wow. That was the best kiss of her life. She felt like she should get him a thank you card. Every woman in the world needed to be kissed like that at least once in her life. "Me?"

He licked his lips, and she almost came on the spot.

"Let's go inside."

Oh, yes! She nodded and didn't wait for him to open her door, hopping out of the car on legs that felt like wet noodles.

He was faster than she expected. By the time she was shutting the car door, he was offering his hand to help her up the step onto the curb. She met his gaze with a smile. Still a gentleman. With fur. Nobody ever said life was boring in New York City.

He held her close as they entered her building. In the elevator, he kissed her again, making her forget how to breathe. When they got to her door, her hand shook as she pulled the keys out of her purse. For a few seconds, she fought the door trying to get the key into the lock. He placed his much steadier hand over hers and helped her out. With the door unlocked, she turned the knob and walked in.

Anticipation burned a hole in her stomach. She felt like a damn teenager. An almost-thirty-year-old woman was nervous. This was ridiculous. She turned to face him, ready to give him a tour of her place, when she was pulled into his arms and his lips came crashing down on hers.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in her. She gave her body willingly to him. There was something she was still trying to figure out. Chaos was good-looking, yes, but there was an aura of command about him that reeled her in. The intensity of his gaze and the heat of his touch made her thirsty for more of him. This was new. Different. Better than anything she had ever had.

The sound of the door being locked resonated inside her living room. Then he cupped her face and continued to devour her with his lips. His sinful tongue drove in and out, daring hers to join, pushing the envelope on her wicked thoughts. He moved forward, leading her back until her ass hit her dining room table.

There, he picked her up by the waist and set her on the heavy black wood. She was lucky the thing weighed a ton, or she'd have been worried it would break.

Chaos pushed her legs open, pressing his hips into the curve of her crotch. His erection pushed into her. Big. Hard. Feeling it drove the point home that she wanted him naked.

Raking her hands down his chest, she curled her fingers on the material of his shirt. She tugged until it came loose from his pants. She yanked harder until buttons flew open and hissed out a moan the moment she saw his naked chest. Her body burned with need at the view of his abs. What a gorgeous sight. She glided her hands down his stomach to his belt. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. Lord have mercy. Even his hips pointed down to his cock.

Her breaths pumped in and out of her lungs, burning with each drag of air she took.

"Go ahead, bella ," he rumbled, his voice so deep and gravelly she ached. "Touch me. Do it."

She gulped hard, keeping her gaze locked on his while she shoved his pants down his hips until they fell around his legs. Her vision darted south so fast, one would think she'd been forced to look. His long, hard cock stood proud. He was all muscle and strength.

Her eyes widened as she watched his cock stiffen some more. A low groan rumbled up the back of her throat. Lord, he was so sexy, especially those muscles on his hips plainly pointing down and saying "check out this piece of equipment." She slid her hand over the velvety flesh of his erection, loving the smooth-as-silk texture along with the steely hardness.

"Olive," he groaned. "You're hands are so soft. So delicate."

He grunted, bringing his body closer to hers and bunching her dress up to her hips and over her head. She shrugged it off and brought her hands back to his long, hard length.

His gaze fell on her breasts. Suddenly, she breathed harder. It was as if his single hot look made her swell with need. Her nipples brushed the soft material of her bra.

For a second, she could do nothing more than stare at his features, at how he licked and bit his lip. Her heart swelled with pride. This was the first time in her life she wanted a man to show his desire for her. She got more than she expected. He stared at her body as if she were a fucking goddess. She loved it. Every second of that lust-filled hunger in his eyes made her weak-kneed.

A loud purr sounded from Chaos. She blinked, and the golden of his eyes had turned super-charged bright. His lips descended over hers in a rough, rugged tasting. She could do nothing but try to keep up. His hands went to her back, and in a heartbeat, the bra was gone. He moved his lips from sucking on hers to nibble down her neck, her chest, and attach to a nipple. And then he sucked. Holy fuck he sucked. It felt as if her clit and nipples were connected by some unknown force. Every time he pulled hard, her clit twitched and her pussy slickened more.

She moaned, the sound breathy and needy. "Chaos..."

She needed something. Anything. Her body felt aflame from the inside. He slipped his hands down toward her hips, caressing her belly in little circles until he reached her underwear. The sound of the material tearing joined the moans and groans between them. He pushed her back on the massive table, tugging the bit of cloth from under her and leaving her wide open for his viewing pleasure.

"Mmm." He inhaled hard and pulled a seat in front of her. He dropped onto the cushioned dining room chair and licked his lips with a deep inhale. "You smell so delicious, bella ."

She didn't know how true that was, but she'd take his word for it. Hell, at that particular moment, he could tell her the sun was purple and she'd believe him. He placed each of her thighs over one of his shoulders, her feet lying flat on the top of the chair.

Her breath thinned in her throat as she watched his head descend between her legs. He licked up her pussy lips, spreading them open to flatten his tongue on her clit. The sensation was extraordinary. Then, to make her even more desperate, he purred. The vibration sent shudders racing up her spine.

"Oh, my god. I don't care what that was. Do. It. Again!"

He chuckled softly, his breath hovering above her clit. "If you liked that, then you'll love this..."

He sucked her clit hard enough to make her ass come off the wooden table and drag a scream from her dry throat. "Holy shit!"

"Mmm," he groaned. "The wetter your pussy gets, the better you taste." He glanced up from her pussy, his face coated in her wetness. "I want you coming on my tongue."

Such a hardship. She clawed at the table, her nails scraping at the wood, searching for something to cling to. There was nothing. He lapped at her folds like a man starved, like her pussy was the choice dessert for the night and he had a sweet tooth the size of Texas. He pressed the tip of his nose on her clit as he drove his tongue in and out of her. Every lick brought new moans from her, and new grunts from him. Her belly quivered. Tension rose in her veins.

"Oh, my god!" Her muscles locked, waiting for the orgasm coming next.

He slid two fingers over her entrance, wetting them and then driving them into her channel. He didn't stop. He fucked her quickly, his moves driven as if he were grinding his hips into her sex. She gasped, her body so turned on, she could barely remember how to breathe. He fingered her and flicked his tongue on her clit in quick circles so fast that she swore there was a motor in his tongue.

"Chaos!" Her climax blindsided her. She took hold of his hair to hang on for the ride. She clutched at his short hair, gripping the blonde strands hard. Her hips rocked back and forth on his face, her legs slowly gelatinizing. Waves of pure pleasure crashed through her, taking every ounce of common sense with them. She gasped out a choked moan.

There was little time to catch her breath. He jumped to his feet and held her legs up around his waist.

"I need inside you," he growled.

Yes, yes, yes! She leaned all the way back on the table until her back was flat on the top of it and her legs were straight up on his shoulders.

"That's it," he said. "Now let me in."

He pressed the head of his cock into her, the girth more than she'd expected. She gripped the edge of the table when he lifted her ass. One slow, smooth drive and he was in her. Filling her. Getting even harder than she might have imagined.

"Fucking hell, you're so hot," she said.

He lifted his lips in a devilish grin. "No. You're the hot one." He pulled back to slam back in. Harder. "You're the one with the pussy so wet and tight I can feel it contracting hard around me." Another pull back and she moaned for more. "Ah, bella mia . Bella Olive. You aren't just tasty. You're perfect all around."

"Do me harder, Chaos."

He bit his fingers into her thighs, holding them flat against his chest. "Harder, Olive?"

She groaned with each deeper drive. "Yes."

"Just harder?" He breathed out. "Want me to take you deep?"

She rocked her hips. "Yes, yes."

He pulled back and thrust deeper. She swore he was hitting her in areas no other man ever had. "I want you coming deep and hard, gripping me and sucking me tight."

She gulped, her gaze rising to his face. "That sounds so sexy."

"Oh, no, beautiful. Sexy is the sight of your legs shaking every time I drive deep into you, or the way you open your mouth and your eyes roll back from how good it feels." He pressed his lips into a tight line, his jaw clenching hard. "Sexy is me licking you off after you come."

That all sounded better and better. "Chaos..."

"Sexy," he breathed, "is watching you moan and knowing you're loving every second."

She gulped back the moans riding her throat. "I do. I love every second."

He nodded. "I know."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he drove harder and faster into her. He pressed a thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth at the same time he thrust into her.

Her back came off the table, and fire shot down to her sex. Pleasure shook her to the core.She screamed or moaned or made some kind of hoarse whimpering noise.

He growled, his cock hot and deep inside her.

She lost the ability to control her legs. They shook with the force of her orgasm. His drive slowed until he was tense and jerking into her body.