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the soft material of his sweater. Lost in the building sensations, her body arched against his torturous movements.
    “Tell me,” he growled.
    What was he asking? When the question resurfaced, she couldn’t believe she’d even consider answering, but then his fingers stopped. Bastard.
    “I bet you haven’t.” His lips traced the heat across her cheeks, then down her throat as his fingers resumed their idle back and forth motion. “Not if you’ve been with men who don’t know where to stick their fingers, let alone their dicks.”
    The fact that the way he was talking to her was actually turning her on was a bit unnerving. It wasn’t like she was used to dirty talk. “You feel so good” was the extent of bed-talk she had experience with, but those crass words coming out of his mouth were making her think and want crazy, delicious things. “What about you?” she asked.
    Chase chuckled against her throat. “I know exactly where to stick my fingers and my dick.”
    “That’s good to hear.”
    The answering laugh sent a shudder through her. His voice sharpened. “So? Did those other men know how to use their fingers and dick?”
    For crying out loud, she couldn’t believe he was asking this question and she was going to answer. The words sort of tumbled off her lips, falling like drops of rain between them. “They were okay.”
    “Okay.” Distaste clung to the single word. “Did they make you come?”
    Oh, for God’s sake. Her eyes snapped open and that cocky grin he was wearing infuriated her. “Are you going to?” The question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
    The blue hue of his eyes heated. “A little demanding, are you?”
    Bridget didn’t respond. She really couldn’t, because those agile fingers of his slipped under the satin of her panties. Her body jerked and that grin of his turned knowing. Challenge had flared in Chad’s eyes, and it was obvious this man never backed down from one. Excitement pulsed in her blood like a euro techno song.
    “Why won’t you answer the question?” he asked. The pads of his fingers brushing against her in a way that sent another jolt through her.
    Because she was having a hard time breathing. “It’s a personal question.”
    “A personal question? Aren’t we getting personal right now?”
    Good point. When she didn’t answer, his thumb pressed down on the bundle of nerves and she cried out, her hips arching into his hand.
    “I’ve kissed you. Here,” he said, capturing her lips in a quick, burning kiss. “And I’ve kissed you here.” His lips moved down her throat as his other hand teased the aching peak of her breast. “And I’ve touched you here…and I’m touching you lower now.”
    To prove his point, one finger slipped inside her and she gripped his shoulders. “Chad…”
    “But all of this is not too personal?” he asked, grinning as he moved his finger in and out, over and over until Bridget was breathless. “Bridget?”
    How easily he’d taken over her body, astonished her, and when he cupped her intimately, still pushing his finger in and out of her, she felt the tight stirrings of release deep in her belly.
    Chad seemed to know, because he picked up the pace as he tipped his head down. The soft edges of his hair brushed her cheek as he spoke into her ear. “That’s okay. You don’t need to answer, because whatever they made you feel is nothing in comparison to how I’m going to make you feel. And I promise you it will be more than just okay .”
    Her heartbeat skyrocketed as the sinful promise weaved its way around her. Oh yeah, Bridget was sure all of this was going to be more than okay.
    Chad said nothing as his slipped another finger inside her, but he watched her—oh, his eyes were latched onto hers the whole time he worked her, refusing to allow her to look away, to escape the maddening rush of feelings he was creating.
    A self-satisfied grin played across his lips as he brushed his thumb over the