Chase was moaning every once in a while and it was driving Brooklyn insane. She let a little moan escape her lips only once. She couldn’t help it, his kisses were so wild, so passionate. It felt as though every nerve in her body was on fire.
She moved both hands under his shirt and struggled to get it over his head. When she succeeded, she smiled in accomplishment. The smile could have also had to do with Chase’s exceedingly nice torso. She couldn’t help but stop and stare for a moment.
The one sound that escaped from her made him lose his mind. He started shoving all his hesitations and inhibitions out the window. Her stare at his torso made him feel slightly arrogant and confident, letting her know with a grin and a chuckle.
Chase leaned back down and licked her lips, running his hands up from her ankles to her thighs, gripping her hips and pulling them towards his own. He almost thought he could feel his heartbeat in every corner of his body.
