Just Getting Started – Fair Lakes Read online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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“So, Miss Gabrielle, if you could get this tattoo anywhere on your body, where would it be?” he asks, his voice low and husky, as he slowly crawls onto the bed. My nipples tingle as he reaches for my ankle. “Would it be here?” he whispers, wrapping one warm, large palm around my foot and lightly caressing my ankle with his finger.

“I don’t know,” I confess, my mind barely able to process words when he’s touching me like this.

“Hmmm,” he hums, bringing my foot up to his mouth and grazing his lips over the sensitive flesh above my ankle bone. “Not a bad choice, but not where I’d picture your first tattoo.”

I don’t respond. Frankly, I can’t. Air refuses to push from my lungs and all I can think about is the fact that his hands are now pushing up my legs and stroking my outer thighs.

Gently, he pushes my legs apart and lazily glides a finger against my right inner thigh. I practically levitate off the bed. “What about here?” He strokes lightly over the flesh and bends down, running his nose along the skin.

“Chase,” I groan, closing my eyes and reveling in the touch.

“No, not here. This is a little too bold, even for my Gabrielle.” As he’s saying the words, his fingers inch closer and closer to my center. I try to suck in a breath, but it’s not working. The air is thick and heady as I wait for him to touch me more. My body aches, my nipples are hard, and my core is practically pulsating with need.

“I like these shorts,” he whispers, running his thick finger along the hem, which just so happens to be right at the apex of my legs. I’m certain he can feel the heat coming from my body, the wetness that he’s aroused. Chase grabs my shorts and slowly starts to lower them down my legs. I adjust my positioning for easy removal, and before I know it, I’m bare from the waist down. He returns his hands to my thighs and gently pushes them upward, caressing me in a way I’ve never been touched before, that leaves me panting with desire.

But then his hands move and I whimper a protest. “So needy,” he says, moving up my body to my waist. “This tank top? I’ve been hard since you came out of the bathroom in it last night. All I could think about was pulling it down and sucking on your hard, little nipples.”

I gasp, practically begging for it. I need him to touch me, to lick and suck, just as he stated.

Warm air kisses my skin as he slides my top up my torso, the heat from his hands burning my flesh as he exposes my body. He helps me sit up, pulling the tank up and over my head, before grabbing my hands and forcing me to lie back down.

“Now, let’s see if we can find the perfect spot for your tattoo, shall we?” Chase bends down and licks just above my groin. “Something here would be kinda cute,” he whispers, nuzzling the flesh with his nose. “Then it would be only for me to see, Gabrielle.”

I mumble a response, but I don’t think it’s an actual word. All I can do is feel the way his hands continue their upward trek to my chest.

“Or maybe a delicate bird or a heart right here.” His lips kiss right over my heart, his chin grazing roughly over my nipple. The sensation is almost too much as he runs his stubble across one hard peak, then the other.

“Chase.” His name is a plea on my lips.

“Not now, Gabby. I’m busy trying to find the perfect spot for your tattoo.”

He moves to my collarbones, and I swear I’m coming out of my skin. While touching me everywhere, he refuses to touch me in the places I need.

“I know. Let’s turn over,” he directs quietly, moving from between my legs so I can flip to my stomach. Honestly, I don’t want to, but the anticipation of his next move has me adjusting my position, even though I’d much rather scream Get on with it!

“On your hands and knees, Gabrielle,” he demands, grabbing my hips and helping me.

My body is humming and I’m on the verge of flat-out begging for more. More touches. More kisses. More Chase.

“Now this is a gorgeous view,” he whispers, kneeling between my legs and stroking his palms from the top of my ass to the middle of my back. “Your lower back is the perfect canvas for some ink, baby. I could totally get on board with a little color… here.” As he says the words, his hands grip my hips and his thumbs stroke the base of my spine. “Sexy as fuck,” he growls, pushing himself closer to my body, my legs spreading even farther.



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