Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love) by Elle Keating Read Free Book Online Page A

instantly jolted and cried out. Chase parted her folds to gain greater access, which almost did her in. He ate her greedily, and she let him know how good it was. Erin moaned, begging for more, pleading for him to stop because she didn’t think she could possibly stand it any longer. Erin was on the verge of the most powerful orgasm of her life when she felt him slide a finger into her, and she immediately clamped down around his finger. “Erin, you’re so fucking tight. So snug. I need to get inside you.”
    Erin froze. It was as if someone had transported her back to that cemetery, her body exposed and being penetrated. “No…stop!”
    He ceased immediately and she sat up in her seat. Her heart was pounding and her fingers trembled as she pulled her dress down and attempted to snap her bodice shut. Due to her shaking hands, she couldn’t grasp the final snap between her fumbling fingers and out of frustration, she yanked at the material and ripped the snap clear away from the fabric. Without that final snap tucking the girls in for the night, she would definitely be giving off that slutty vibe now. Erin was so mortified that she couldn’t even look at him. But it had nothing to do with her boobs. She was angry at herself. That one fucking phrase could put her back in that dark place she’d foolishly thought she was crawling out of.
    “Erin, I’m sorry, I thought you…”
    Erin stopped him from finishing his thought. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Chase. It’s me, fucked-up little me.” She stared out the window, avoiding his gaze at all costs. Erin didn’t want him to see her cry. She pressed the intercom button. “Please take me back to the club. I’ll go home from there.” Erin released the button, and then with a barely together voice, she simply whispered, “I’m sorry.”
    He reached over, taking her trembling hands into his. “Please don’t apologize. If I pushed you in any way, I…”
    Erin pulled her hands away and he stopped talking. The limo came to a standstill, and she was happy to see that they were back at the club. The driver opened the door, and though it would have probably been in her best interest to leave without another word, Erin turned only enough for him to see her profile.
    “Trust me when I tell you this, Chase. You did nothing wrong.” She stepped out of the car and entered the club in search of Josh and an ending to a horrific night.

Chapter Seven
    E rin awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of someone making way too much noise in the kitchen. She swung her legs around, feeling the cold hardwood floor beneath her bare feet, and stood up. She could barely detect a hangover, thanks to the two Advil she had taken before bed and the late-night munching at some grease truck. Erin still couldn’t believe she let Josh talk her into eating a gyro, which was prepared by a man named Rudolph Monk, at two o’clock in the morning.
    Erin stepped out of her room to see Josh and her brother having coffee and watching SportsCenter. Erin looked over at the couch she had converted into a bed after they had stumbled in late last night. The sheets and comforter she had given him were neatly folded and lying on the arm of the couch. What time did Josh get up this morning? More importantly, what did he tell Paul about last night? Hopefully, they had been discussing sports and not the fact that she had gotten down and dirty with Chase Montclair on the dance floor and then disappeared for a half hour in the back of a limo. Josh didn’t ask for the details when she had reemerged and entered the bar looking disheveled, but he didn’t attempt to conceal his shit-eating grin.
    The exact grin he was sporting right now. He looked smug and pleased with himself. But Paul was acting normal. Sipping his coffee and watching the highlights from last night’s Phillies game, Paul was behaving like his typical self and not a man who had learned his sister had gotten it on with someone in