Chapter Fifty Seven

"I can't help it... you look so... fuckable."

That's exactly what Lia wanted to hear.

Before she could utter a word, Chase hooked his fingers around the waist of her shorts and underwear and yanked them both off and upwards, quickly lifting her legs in the process. She gasped, like someone who had been dunked in ice-cold water.

"Fucking beautiful," he said, while looking directly at her very humble sex organ. She knows that she could've worded it better, but her mind isn't working properly at the moment.

Chase opted to keep his shorts on, and delved right back into her neck, while his hands roamed over her body. She loves how his hands make everything on her body seem smaller.