Her breathing stuttered when he touched her nipple with his thumb before he began his teasing circles.
Fuck.
She hated him. Her hatred increased because he made her internal unraveling happen so effortlessly.
He spoke in mockery as his hand explored between her thighs.
She whimpered.
"Push me away, Innes."
She should.
His touch on her clit became too intense when he pressed against her sensitive spot with his fingers through her thin underwear, causing her body to convulse.
A single sound—a choked cry—escaped her mouth before she could regain control.
With a growl, Chase tore her shirt off her body and kissed her breast aggressively while biting it.
Her fingers buried themselves in his hair while her head rested back as she tried to determine whether she wanted him nearer or further away.
His hands clasped her thighs before he lifted her body to the wall, where he used his hips to press between her legs, into the place she demanded his touch.
