Brooklyn bit her lip; she liked the confident side of Chase, she always had. As he kissed her again, she couldn’t help but moan. The moan was louder than the first one and she bit her lip, embarrassed. Her heart was beating so loud, maybe he didn’t hear.
So she continued to let his hands explore her body, her nails digging into his bare back. “Chase…” She whispered into his ear softly. The lust in her voice was obvious and she hoped he could hear it.
Chase had to take a moment. Her last moan was the edging key to his ignition, but he still couldn’t suppress his care for her. No amount of lust could ever overshadow that.
“Brooklyn,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. He let a hand caress her face and tangle into her hair. She was so beautiful. “Are you sure?”
