Alpha Chase
As soon as I open to him and our tongues meet, I’m a damn goner.
For someone who doesn’t make a habit of kissing, he’s fucking great at it. His mouth is hot and wet, our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance as we devour one another and finally give in to all that pent-up, chaotic want. My hands are in his hair, his shove their way up under my shirt, covering my breasts and squeezing so hard that my mouth leaves his as my head falls back on a gasp.
“These fucking tits,” Chase murmurs as he kisses down my jawline, lips sucking against my neck. Hard. That’s going to leave a mark. “Need to see them,” he growls, teeth nipping at the tender skin of my throat.