Kia lifted her hands, touched his hair, delved into it with desperate fingers, and opened her lips to his kiss. It was like opening herself to magic.
The pleasure filled her entire system. It raced through her veins, pounded in her heart, and had her arching to him, reaching for more.
The snow fell around them, sheltering them, enclosing them in a cloak of white as the towering oak overhead caught most of the flakes, leaving only the smallest hint of icy splendor to melt around them.
Kia could feel the overwhelming sensations moving through her. Chase's hands moved beneath the cloak, ran over her back, gripped her hips, and pulled her closer, and all the while his kisses fueled the desire raging between them.
"Sweet Kia," he groaned, his lips moving over her jaw. "I've missed you."
Her heart jumped with the admission; hope surged through her.
Her head tilted back, allowing him access to her neck as his fingers lowered the zipper at the back of her dress. His hands slid inside the material, stroking her, heating her further.
"I've missed you, too," she whispered. "Oh God, Chase, I missed you so much."
His lips moved to her shoulder, the strap of her dress falling down her arm, the material falling away from her breasts, and his lips were there.
Chase laid her back against the heated hood of the car. Her heavy cloak protected her back from too much heat, while she stayed warm between the hood and his body.
Kia could feel the heat, beneath her, above her. His lips moved over the rounded globes of her breasts, his tongue licking over her nipples as his hand stroked her dress up her legs, over her thighs.
Her fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, but she managed to loosen them, to push the material aside, to stroke the hard width of his chest.
His groan against her nipple had her shivering with pleasure. Then he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking with ravenous greed.
She arched, drawn tight with the sensations tearing through her now. She could feel his touch in every pore of her body, filling her with electric pleasure, and she was greedy for every touch. Every sensation.
"Chase," she whispered his name tremulously as her hands pushed beneath his shirt to grip his shoulders.
She could feel him between her thighs, the fingers of one hand tugging her panties over her hips as his lips began to move lower.
He didn't mean to do this, surely? Here, in the snow?
But he did mean to do it. He was doing it.
Kia stared down at him, watching as he spread her thighs and bent his head to the liquid heat that flowed from her. His face was twisted in pleasure, eyes dilated and staring back at her in rich, heated lust as he kissed her clit.
Kissed it. Laid his lips over it, sucked it into his mouth and nicked at it with his tongue before pulling back. He repeated it, again, again, until her hands were in his hair, her legs lifting for him, her shoes bracing on the bumper of the car.
Chase's hands pressed beneath her, lifted her to his lips. Raining kisses on the swollen, sensitive flesh, he made her crazy with the nearing ecstasy. He licked, sucked each fold between his lips, and stroked it with his tongue.
He moaned against the flesh, flicked his tongue over her, and then parted the intimate lips and pushed his tongue into the clenching core of her body.
Kia arched, a shattered cry falling from her lips as pleasure raced from her vagina, through her nerve endings, sizzling over her body and pushing her closer to the edge of pure sensation.
"You taste so sweet, Kia." He lifted his head, ran his tongue around her clit. Slowly. So slowly. Teasing it, flicking over it as she watched him, panting, barely able to breathe for the excitement racing through her.
"Touch your breasts for me." His voice was a lash of command, intent, guttural with his own pleasure. "Let me see you, Kia. Let me watch you play with your nipples."
Kia whimpered at the order, feeling the flush that heated her.
Moving her hands from his hair, she lifted her breasts, cupped them, and moaned. Her thumbs and forefingers gripped her nipples and her hips jerked at the stabbing sensation that raced to her clit and beyond.
"So pretty," he groaned, his head lowering once more, his eyes watching as his tongue stroked around her clit.
He kissed her again, pulled the sensitive bud into his mouth and suckled at it slowly, deliciously. She was so close. Riding the edge of orgasm when he pulled back again, causing her to arch to him, to cry out at the loss.
"So fucking pretty." His fingers smoothed over her swollen folds. "Give me your hand."
He gripped her wrist, pulling it from her breast and brought it between her thighs.
"Let me see you," he growled. "Show me how you pleasure yourself, Kia."
Her eyes widened at the demand, shock and lust eating through her defenses as he pressed her fingers into the wet heat of her pussy.
"Show me." He licked his tongue over his lips as he straightened, his hands moving to his slacks. "Show me what you like. Then I'll give you what we both need."
Oh God, yes. She needed him.
She circled her clit with her fingers, rubbed over it, then ran her fingers down the slick slit. And she watched as his belt loosened.
She parted the lips, watching as his eyes trained on her fingers, and she rubbed over the entrance to her body, moaning as he unclasped his pants and eased the zipper down.
She pushed a finger inside her, whimpering as he eased the thick, hard flesh of his cock from his pants.
"I want you without the condom." His eyes lifted to hers again. "Are you still protected?"
Kia shuddered at the thought of taking him, feeling him inside her there, bare, moving inside her, filling her.
"Can I have you like that, Kia?" he whispered. "Bare. Just me and you?"
"Oh God, Chase," she cried out, her voice hoarse. "Don't you know? You can have me any way you want me."
Her gaze moved, lowered, her mouth watering at the sight of him stroking himself, his fingers easing over the thick flesh of his cock.
Teasing her.
She teased back.
His eyes moved to her hand, where she pumped her finger slowly inside her vagina then pulled free, the juices glistening on her finger as she held her hand out to him.
"Ah, God. Kia." He came to her.
His lips parted, taking her finger inside the heat of his mouth as he pushed the head of his erection against her, parted the folds, and began to stretch her.
"Chase. Chase, it's so good." She arched, lifting herself, parting her thighs. "I need you. I need you so much."
She needed him hard and deep. Fast and strong.
He pressed her thighs farther apart, held her open, and they watched, together, as he pressed inside her.
Electricity sizzled around them. Pleasure scraped over her nerve endings, heated her and drew her tight with the needed release as he eased inside her. Inch by inch, parting the tender flesh and stroking inside her as she pulled her finger from his mouth and held on to his wrists.
Something to hold on to. She needed to hold on to him, because she could feel herself threatening to race into some glittering vortex of pleasure that would steal her senses.
It had never been like this. She had never known pleasure like this. Even with him and Khalid the pleasure hadn't been like this. Just the two of them. Just his flesh and hers, his touch and hers.
"Ah, hell. Kia." His hips jerked, bucked, filling her with the last inches of his cock and driving hard, deep inside her.
He lifted her legs, bracing them back, pressing deeper inside her as her head thrashed against her cloak.
She couldn't make sense of this pleasure. It was more than heat, more than the electric thrills of racing fire and longing. It was more than pleasure.
Her pussy flexed and clenched, sensation tightening her womb as broken cries left her lips and Chase began to move. At first, slow, easy thrusts that built the need inside her. Like a fire being stoked, built, burning hot and blistering, Kia began to burn.
She twisted beneath him, staring up at him in dazed ecstasy as he began to move harder. Faster. His expression twisted, tightened into taut, savage lines of hunger. His eyes glittered beneath his lashes and even in the cold, beneath the fall of snow, a rivulet of sweat tracked down the side of his face.
He fucked her with heavy, hard strokes, pumping into her, impaling with a pleasure that tore through her and filled her senses with a kaleidoscope of sensation.
"Chase!" She cried out his name as she twisted beneath him. Burning. Needing.
She felt torn apart by the need that ripped through her, raced over her flesh and drove inside her womb, wrapped around her clit. She could feel it building inside her, expanding and contracting as he began to move harder, deeper.
"Chase. Chase, please." Her hands fastened on his wrists as she felt her orgasm nearing, felt it with a force, a power, that a part of her warned could be destructive.
"Hold on to me, baby," he groaned. "Hold on to me tight."
He came over her, his hands moving beneath her shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips and he was taking her hard. Forcefully. His hips pounded into hers, flesh slapping against flesh as Kia felt the explosion detonate inside her.
She screamed his name, arched, her legs tightening around his hips as the racing tremors of sensation became rapture through her body. Lightning, radiant heat, and the feel of him spilling inside her. The pleasure increased and swept her away on a tide of pure sensation.
Magic and starburst of rapture. Chase above her, his arms beneath her, holding her to him as he whispered her name against her neck, his body shuddering, jerking as he raced through his own release.
Kia held him to her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head buried against his shoulder as she let him sink inside her. She felt wrapped in warmth, cocooned in the glow of pleasure, and, for the first time in her adult life, complete.
That was the frightening part. She felt complete in Chase's arms.
"Sweet Kia." His voice was broken as he kissed her neck before easing back slowly.
His hand lifted, touched her cheek, wiped away the damp of the melting snow, and brushed across her swollen lips as her eyes opened.
And she stared into his. His eyes were darker than before, his expression so tight, so savagely lined with a hunger, a need, that she knew had nothing to do with sex or lust.
"What am I going to do with you?" he whispered, laying his forehead against hers as his eyes closed. "Ah God, Kia. How the hell am I going to deal with this?"
She lay beneath him, waiting now, feeling the battle surging inside him, and wondering if she would come out losing against that battle, or winning.
Chase could feel her beneath him, tense, so warm, her body still gripping his in a fist-tight hold, so snug and heated he knew he could take her again, so easily.
So damned easily.
He eased back instead, grimacing as he felt his cock protest at the retreat and the cold that awaited it. As he moved back from her, her legs fell from his hips, her dress sliding over her thighs and to her feet as she lifted the dress strap back to her shoulder.
"It's cold," he told her, raging inside. The need to hold her burning as deep and as fierce as the need to let her go.
He could feel that darkness racing inside him, pounding in his head. A hunger he only associated with Kia, some unknown surge of emotion that had him enforcing his control over it.
He'd never known before what he could feel tearing at him now. He was naturally dominant, naturally sexually hard, and she was so sweet, so soft, she terrified him.
He stared into her quiet, watchful expression as he helped her up, helped her adjust her clothes before he adjusted his own.
He should never have gone to her tonight, and he knew it. He saw the hope in her eyes, and he saw the fear. And he knew, tonight, he would end up destroying himself.
Kia watched his face as he reached around her and zipped her dress. His expression was torn, his eyes roiling with emotion that she knew he wasn't going to let free. She could see it, she could feel it. But he would never let go of it enough to trust it in her care.
She wondered if that was the battle. If he wanted to trust her, hold on to her, and had to push it back. Or if that darkness in his expression, in his eyes, held something more.
"Chase."
He laid his fingers over her lips when she would have asked, when she would have tried to whisper her own feelings.
"Let's get you home." His jaw tightened. Flexed. "Before you catch a cold."
She stared back at him, torn, knowing, feeling the distance he was suddenly placing between them. Just as he had when Khalid joined them. Just as he always had.
Damn him. Something inside her exploded in grief as he helped her back into the car. He waited until the door closed behind her before buttoning his shirt, moving around the car, his head down, his expression savagely controlled. For just a second she had seen the pain in his eyes, a flash of savage darkness that tugged at her soul and tightened her chest.
When he slid into the driver's seat, he looked as presentable as he had at the ball. No one would have known he had just taken her on the hood of his car, whereas she knew she looked mussed, perhaps still a bit drowsy from the pleasure.
That haze was easing away quickly, though.
She sat silently as he drove quickly off the Sinclair property and headed back to Alexandria. He didn't waste time; he maneuvered the vehicle efficiently, quickly, and, too soon, they were pulling up in front of her apartment.
She was surprised when he got out of the car and came around to her side.
He helped her out and kept hold of her arm as they moved inside the building. As though eager to get her to her apartment and be on his way.
"You don't have to go up with me," she told him. "I'm perfectly capable of getting upstairs on my own."
She didn't want him to come up with her. She didn't want what she sensed was coming, the pain she knew would explode inside her.