Chapter Fourteen #2
He squeezed his hand and moved a little closer to her. "Let's try this then. Is there anything you're sure of? Just one thing you can think of."
Chase was staring at her, open and inviting and seeing her in a way that he hadn't seen her before. It was unnerving but also inviting, like she felt safe telling him. Because yes, there was one thing she was sure of.
"I liked kissing you."
This time, Chase's smile was warm and inviting, as if he was hoping that was her answer. As if, without saying a word, it was his answer too.
"You're sure that you liked kissing me?"
"Please don't make me say it again."
She was trying to be sarcastic and break this tension brewing between them, but instead it came out as more serious and sincere than she meant it.
Because she didn't want to say it again.
She didn't want to admit that she liked being with Chase.
She liked his jokes, his ease around her. She liked spending time with him.
She liked being close to him.
She didn't need to wonder if Chase liked it too as he moved closer to her, his hand still entwined in hers, his lanky legs now pressed against hers.
"Say it again, Emma."
His voice was pleading and desperate, needy of her approval. She couldn't hold that from him.
"I liked kissing you."
The smile that spread across his face made her think that he had conquered something, that he had won some game.
But this wasn't a game, and he didn't seem to be playing at something.
His smile seemed to have a genuine happiness behind it, but it stirred something in her that was more than happiness.
It stirred need and desire and she was pretty sure he could tell by the way he leaned in closer, his breath teasing her cheek.
"I liked kissing you too."
And then he kissed her.
There was no awkwardness this time, only a soft desire against her lips that threatened to bubble over if she didn't hold on to some control. Except she didn't want to control this. She wanted to let go. She wanted to kiss him, harder and bolder to make him understand that she really did like this.
But she also wanted more than this.
Emma grabbed Chase's shoulders and pulled herself close to him, straddling his lap as he made room for her. It was as if she belonged there, as if that's where she was supposed to fit against him, and he made it known that he felt the same way by wrapping his arms around her waist to haul her in.
Those slim-fit sweatpants of his were leaving nothing to the imagination and she could feel how hard she was making him just by sitting on his lap.
Sure, she had made out with men before — and had done much more with them too.
There was always something about being in this position with them, the control she had over them, that turned her on.
Maybe it was the whole demure librarian thing, maybe it was just the power she could exert over them.
But she hadn't been feeling very powerful lately.
Everything around her, in fact, seemed to have more power over her.
But sitting here, kissing Chase, being in a position that probably many women wished they were in? That just spurred her on. So she did what she wanted to do, and what she wanted was to have her way with Chase Warwick.
Emma pulled back a little to take in his messed up hair, his swollen red lips, his eyes dark orbs filled with desire. Then she gave him a small sensual smile, her innocent but not that innocent librarian smile, and ground her hips against him.
Chase's eyes almost rolled back into his head as a strangled "fuck" passed his lips. "You can't do that again," he murmured.
"You don't want me to do it again?" she asked.
He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Oh, I want you to do that again. Very much. But you can't."
"Why not?"
"Emma." His voice was pleading and desperate so she moved her hips against him again. This time, his hands moved to her waist to still her. "Please don't."
"Tell me why."
She didn't mean for it to sound whiny and desperate. It just came out that way. But she wanted to hear it from him, she had to hear it from him.
"Tell me why, Chase."
She pushed her hips against him harder, feeling his hands become desperate and rough on her body. She kind of liked it.
"Emma, please."
His voice sounded desperate and pleading, as if he was using every ounce of strength he had to control himself. Then he took a deep breath, his eyes staring into hers, his pupils turning dark with desire. Emma liked this version of Chase.
"Fine. If you keep doing that, Emma, I won't be able to stop myself.
I'm going to fuck you so hard on this bed that you're going to forget your own name, and you'll make me forget mine too.
" His hands eased their grip on her hips just a bit.
"So now I'm giving you the choice. You can stop now, I'll go back to my place, we don't have to mention this ever again. "
Then he leaned in closer, his breath against her cheek. "Or I make you forget your name with my big fucking cock."
He pulled back again, his eyes on hers, desperate with desire, pleading with her to just tell him to do something.
"I'm yours if you want me, Emma, and I'll leave if you don't."
Nope. Absolutely not. There was no way she was going to let him leave. Not when he was looking at her like that in her bed. Not when he promised her the best fuck of her life.
So she told him what she wanted. She put her hands around the back of his neck and with one quick move, pulled his lips to hers.
This time, he wasn't shocked by what she had done, immediately responding with a moan in the back of his throat that sent vibrations into her chest.
His hands began to roam her body, from her hips up to her chest, and she thanked herself for only being able to find that black lacy bra in her drawer when she packed for this weekend. She wasn't going to call him out on staring at it in the car, but she saw that.
And then she remembered.
She was wearing her grandmother's shirt.
Emma pulled away and started fumbling with the hem, trying desperately to get it off.
"I like that," Chase murmured. "Keep it on."
"It's Nana's shirt!"
"Take it off now."
Chase pushed her off of him as if she had suddenly become toxic and stomped into her bathroom, rummaging around in the drawers as she tried to process taking off her shirt and figuring out why Chase had left her.
"What's this?"
Emma looked up to see Chase standing in the doorway to her bathroom with her pink vibrator in his hand.
"Um..."
He looked at it and then looked back at her. "We'll talk about this later, but just know I'm bigger than this."
Then he went right back to her bathroom to rummage around some more, leaving Emma stunned on her bed. What was he doing in there? And... he was bigger than that?
Chase came back in and stopped in his tracks, staring at Emma in her black bra and leggings with his sweatpants leaving little to the imagination.
"What were you doing in there?"
Chase held a condom up in his hand. "Marcus keeps the place stocked for parties."
He flicked off the lights, the glow from the fireplace the only light in the room. But even with the dim light, he couldn't hide how Emma was affecting him and how much he wanted her.
Chase walked over to the bed, his steps determined, his intentions very clear.
"Can I admit something to you?" She swallowed as he climbed onto the end of the bed, crawling his way up until he reached her, kissing the crook of her neck.
"I've never had sex in here. Never found a need for the condom stash in here.
" He kissed her again. "I was just making sure I was a good host." He rocked his hips against her, making her gasp in pleasure and she could feel his teasing smile against her skin.
"But I'm going to use so many of them now to make sure you are satisfied over and over again. "
Fucking hell. She wondered if maybe he would change his mind after the first time with her, break his promise to satisfy her again, but as he pushed himself up and pulled his sweatpants down, she forgot about any anxiety she had for letting Chase have his way with her.
"Take those leggings off," he growled.
She didn't have to be told twice, moving as fast as she could to fulfill his instructions.
"And the bra. I want to see you take it off."
Emma reached behind her back and unclasped it, letting it fall from her arms to expose her breasts to him. She wished she could remember that look on his face forever. No man had ever looked at her like that, and she wondered if he had ruined her for any other man.
But she honestly didn't care about other men right now. She just wanted this one.
He pulled his sweatpants off, kicking them to the floor in a pile. Then he laid down on her, letting every inch of his hard body touch her skin, setting it on fire.
"Tell me you want me."
"I want you."
He raised his hips, his hands so close to where she needed him to be.
"Tell me what you want, Emma."
She reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, this one hard and desperate and so wanting.
"I want you, Chase Warwick."
He took a deep breath, his chest pushing against her breasts, and guided his dick into her wetness, slow and sexy and stretching her in a way that made her gasp.
"Good girl," he said as he ran his fingers through her hand. "You take my dick so good."
"I want more," she said desperately. "Give me more, Chase."
There was a mischievous laugh that spilled from his lips as he paused just a moment before pulling out slowly and then plunging into her.
Emma moaned, her hands desperately reaching for his shoulders to try and ground her against his pulsing hips.
But she couldn't hold on. He was too strong, too desperate, his slow slide now going faster and hotter, deeper with each thrust of his hips.
"Oh fuck, Chase," she moaned as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and his dick deep in her, spurred on by his name on her lips.
"You're so good, Emma." He thrust again, deeper and harder. "You feel so fucking good."
And he felt so good too. Emma wasn't sure why she had been fighting this, why she had been fighting against wanting him.
This wasn't about the money now and maybe it never was.
She had her reasons for doubting this whole challenge and this whole relationship, but she had no reason to doubt what Chase felt for her in this moment.
And she didn't doubt her feelings for him either.
Chase reached down and put his arm under her knee, pulling her leg higher as his dick hit a spot that caused her to see stars.
She wasn't going to last longer if Chase kept doing that.
And he seemed to sense she was close, speeding up as he groaned against her skin, his hips going faster and faster, his moves erratic and desperate.
"Say my name."
"I'm so close." She tried to grab on to him somewhere to ground herself, but it wasn't working. "So close."
"Then be a good girl and scream my fucking name," he growled.
"Chase!" Her hands found his shoulders, the only thing that she could reach as her back arched up. "Don't stop, Chase!"
He did as he was told, pounding into her again and again until he sent her over the edge as her entire body pulsed with desire, his muscles tensing up under her touch, his body stilling above her.
And then she could feel herself coming down from her high with Chase's breath against her skin, his body finally starting to relax under her touch as he gently let go of her leg. Her breath finally started to calm, her skin feeling the cold again.
Chase's hand skimmed her hip, his lips peppered kisses on her neck.
"You still remember your name?" he asked quietly.
"Barely."
He kissed her again and then gently pulled himself out of her, giving her a small reassuring smile before walking to the bathroom and closing the door.
Oh hell, she had sex with Chase Warwick.
And yet, she wasn't asking herself what happened.
She knew what happened, she wanted it to happen, and she liked it very much.
He wasn't kidding when he said he was bigger than her vibrator.
But she wouldn't use her vibrator if Chase continued to do what he did to her just now.
But she also felt content, like she didn't feel anxiety about sleeping with him or worried about how she would feel about this later. It wasn't a mistake. It was what she had wanted, and she got exactly that and more.
With him gone though, it was a little cold lying on her bed without any clothes on, so she pulled the covers out from under her, and snuggled into her sheets.
She watched as the door opened and Chase came out of the bathroom, his naked body framed by the doorway. Emma would never forget the way he looked.
He gave her a small smile and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. "I see you staring," he said as he pulled them on.
"You can't blame me."
"No, I can't," he said with that cheesy Hollywood smile that made her laugh.
Chase walked over to turn the fireplace off and pull the curtains closed.
"Oh, no." Emma sat up in shock, pulling the sheet tighter around her naked body. "We did that with the curtains open?"
"It's just my backyard," he said with a playful smile. "The only person who might have seen us was Lucy."
"Hello, handsome!" came a cheerful voice from the speakers on the wall.
"Good night, Lucy," Chase said dismissively.
"Good night, handsome!"
There was a little blip as Lucy shut down again and Chase slid under the covers next to Emma, his body muscular and warm, his hand gently taking up space on her hip.
"I promise I won't stay all night, but I hope you don't mind if I stay for a little bit."
She smiled at him and brushed his hair away from his forehead. "You can stay all night if you want."
He leaned over and kissed her again, this time soft and warm, before taking his spot on the other pillow and closing his eyes.
"Good night, Emma."
"Good night, handsome."
His playful laugh at her joke was the last thing she heard before falling asleep next to Chase.