Lost Without You: Book 2 in the Chasing Olivia Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

and look into his big blue eyes. “Besides, I kinda like it rough.”
    That causes him to crack a sideways smile. Taking my hand, I run it across the stubble on his cheek.
    “You like it rough, huh?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.
    “Yup. And I believe you owe me an orgasm,” I say, lifting a brow.
    “Really?” he mocks, his words dripping in sarcasm.
    “Yup.” I give him a slow, sexy smile. “So, what are you waiting for?”
    He moans low in his throat, his cock starting to twitch as he reaches over and places his hand behind my neck. Bringing me closer, he kisses my swollen lips, sucking lightly. “How rough?” he whispers between kisses.
    “I don’t know,” I murmur back, my voice hoarse and raspy. “Try me.”
    It’s like I opened up a vault. Smiling, he nips at my ear and stands up. “I’ll be back in a second,” he purrs.
    He disappears out of the bedroom and peeks his head back in less than a second later. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod my head in response. He disappears back outside the room, leaving me curious.
    A minute later, he appears with two of the guest bathrobes. He drops the robes on the floor, holding only the thick ties that keep them closed. He then bends over to where his shorts are on the floor and takes off the belt he was wearing not too long ago.
    “I have an idea,” he says from across the room. With all three items in his hand, he slowly saunters over to the bed. “I want to tie you to the bed,” he says, his eyes lit with excitement, his breathing ragged. I just stare, not sure what to think of all this.
    I stop thinking and go with my feelings. “Okay,” I whisper. He stands in front of me, gloriously naked. He makes a slipknot on one end of the robe closure, gently places it around my ankle, and ties the other end to the foot of the bed, then repeats the motion on my other ankle, so my legs are spread wide.
    Crawling up the bed, slow and calculating, he kisses my legs, drawing his lips up my thighs. I take my hand to run it through his hair, but he lunges, grabbing both in one of his large ones.
    “Oh, no you don’t,” he says, making a tsk-tsk noise with his tongue as he straddles me. “I want you totally immobile,” he whispers in my ear, giving it a gentle nip. Leaning down, he grabs my t-shirt from the floor and slips one of my hands through the opening. He twists the shirt so it’s thin and tight, and then seizes my other hand, putting it through the other hole. His rock hard cock sways between my breasts as he works, and my hips involuntarily move. Crossing my arms over my head, he takes his belt, pulls it through the shirt, loops the notched end around a thin strip on the backboard, and buckles it. I’m trussed up, and completely at his mercy.
    Once finished, he stands to the side of the bed, looking at his handy work. As he looks down at me, a lazy smile plays on his lips. “Are you ready?”he asks, his voice full of lust. .
    My mouth totally dry, I nod my head. He turns around, picks up his shirt, lifts my head, and places his polo around the back so my head is in the hole. “I want you totally powerless,” he says before covering my eyes with the shirt.
    I can’t see him, but I can feel him right over me. His fingers gently run up and down my body, barely a touch, but causing goose bumps as he goes.
    Without warning, he is on top of me, his mouth covering my hard nipple, biting and sucking without mercy. I moan at the shock of pain and pleasure. He switches to the other nipple, continuing his gratifying punishment. His cock lays against my side, hard and pulsing.
    Working his way down my stomach, he circles my navel with his tongue, giving me chills. My legs twitch in response, but I can’t move. It’s frustrating.
    In this next moment, he’s between my legs, his tongue probing before his lips latch onto my clit, his hands on my thighs. “Fuck, Chase,” I cry out in pure bliss. I want to move, buck my hips for