Chapter 51 Erin
His feet pad across the floor as I back into the shower. Steam blankets me as I close my eyes for a second, letting the spray hit my face. When I open them, Chase is in front of me.
I stare at the tattoo on his chest—the one he got just for me—and something fierce and overwhelming surges through me.
He made me permanent before the words were ever spoken.
Before I was ready.
Before I understood.
Before I knew.
Before he was sure I’d stay.
The ink resembling a silent promise to be here.
He chose me.
And I chose him right back.
He pulls my body to his and crushes his lips to mine—hard, dominating, bruising.
He bites my bottom lip and tugs before he releases it. I gasp at the sting.
“I didn’t say you could strip, Bookworm,” he says and then flips me so that my back is facing him. He presses into me from behind, and I moan in pleasure.
His hand runs down my back and lands on the curve of my ass. He palms it, his grip unrelenting, and I rise onto my toes in response.
“So perfect and round,” he murmurs.
He does it two more times before smoothing the sting away. He turns me to face him, pushing me backward until I’m sitting on the built-in marble bench.
His eyes turn dark with desire and need, like I’m the only one for him. It’s maddening.
“You’re staring,” I whisper.
“You’re mine to stare at.”
Heat pools between my legs.
Reaching for the shower gel, he coats his palm in the clear liquid and sinks to his knees, lathering me from the ankle up. The gel turns into a foamy consistency when the water hits.
His hands are heavenly as they coat me in the suds, working deep into my skin as he massages me. He doesn’t move to the areas I want to feel his touch the most.
“That’s so…” I moan, unable to finish my sentence.
When I’m fully covered, he reaches for the shower head and changes the setting. Hot, powerful jets of water blast my skin, washing the foam away. He aims the head at my nipples, and a needy sensation shoots through me.
I had no idea water pressure could feel this amazing. My nipples pebble, a delicious ache lacing through them.
He places the shower head back and lowers to his knees, capturing one of my peaked buds.
I moan when he bites me, arching into him. “Chase.”
He releases me on a pop. “Lift up your feet,” he says, tapping my ankle. I do as I’m told, resting both my feet on the bench. My most sensitive parts are on full display for him. He wastes no time swiping a finger through my folds in one slow agonizing move.
“You’re dripping.”
My cheeks flame as he stares down at me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, the best he’s ever had.
“Hold onto your ankles,” he rasps as he stands and reaches for the showerhead again. It doesn’t take long until the hot spray of water hits me. I gasp as he holds it perfectly in place over my clit. My head drops. A sudden rush of euphoria creeps down my spine and low in my belly.
“C-Chase,” I wheeze. I’m right there, ready to fall over the edge, but then the water shuts off. When my eyes connect with his, he flashes me a wicked grin.
He did it on purpose.
“Just a little taste of what’s to come if you misbehave.”
He takes my hand and kisses my palm before placing it over my sweet center. Arousal coats my skin.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitating.
“I want you to feel what I feel.”
Without a second warning, he pushes my own finger inside of me, and my body sucks it to the second knuckle. I close my eyes, relishing in the feel of pleasuring myself for the first time.
“You feel that?” he asks.
I nod quickly, moving my finger back and forth when he tells me to. “Don’t stop,” he says before his head disappears between my thighs.
A deep moan escapes me as soon as his tongue flicks my clit. I’m so lost in what he’s doing I don’t hear anything he’s saying. He pulls away, and I let out a strangled moan, which only makes him laugh.
“Add another,” he says, and I comply. “This is what I want you to do when I’m away. I want you to make yourself feel good thinking about me, and I want to watch,” he explains. “Will you let me watch, baby?”
“Only you?”
“Only me, baby. I swear it.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as my fingers continue to move. “Yes, I’ll let you watch.”
“Good girl.”
His hands land on the insides of my thighs, and he pushes them apart. A burn settles in from the stretch.
“Chase,” I whisper.
Without warning, he pushes his own finger inside of me, and I let out a scream as my release floods through me. He doesn’t stop moving. He keeps fucking me with his finger as my orgasm takes over my body.
“That’s one,” he says as he pulls our fingers free. He lowers his head next, suctioning his mouth to me.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I chant as his tongue laps against me. I’m so sensitive that I wriggle relentlessly. He grips my shins and pushes back on them.
Somehow, the angle changes everything, and my second release crashes through me like a ton of bricks. I don’t even have time to warn him about it, but it’s almost as if he expects it. He moans as he drinks in my high. When he moves away, he grins at me.
“That’s two.”
My breath is labored when I say, “You really know what you’re doing.”
He pulls me up so I’m standing and spins me to face the wall again, my legs jelly-like.
“Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
I listen, and he gently angles my hips. His hands roam over my ass. I flinch from reflex and rise up on my toes as he drags a single digit through my cheeks, teasing.
A gasp escapes me.
When he does it again, I look over my shoulder, noticing the needy darkness that fills his eyes.
“Are you into that?” I ask him nervously.
“I’ve never done it.”
“Do you want to?”
“Would you let me?”
“I think so.”
He lets out a curse. “We’ll build up to that. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
Without another word, he lines himself up and buries himself to the hilt in one quick thrust. My head drops to the wall in front of me. He pulls back all the way just to slam into me again, every time harder than the last. Pressure builds low in my stomach.
“So damn tight. So damn mine,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I murmur.
His hand settles behind my knee as he lifts it and pushes, pressing it into the wall. It allows him to sink deeper.
I’m balancing on just one leg now, but he holds me to him as if he’ll never let me fall. My head flops back, and he kisses my neck.
“I…” I shake my head, not really sure what I want to say. It’s all so much. He pulls out of me and spins me to face him. The loss of him is torturous. With ease, he hoists me up and holds me in place. My head rests back against the wall as he enters me again.
“Eighty-Seven…”
“I feel you, baby. You’re almost there.”
“Please,” I croak.
“Let go. Let me feel you,” he whispers, and it finishes me off. “Give me your third orgasm.”
I cry out his name, and we both reach that high together. It’s euphoric. An out-of-body experience that I never want to end. When he pulls out of me and lets me slide down the wall, I collapse into him.
He turns off the water, carries me bridal style out of the shower, and sets me beside the sink, the cold counter biting into my bare ass.
My eyes land on his still very hard erection, and I frown when he wraps a towel around his waist.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” He covers me with a robe before picking me up again and carrying me to the bed. I hum as soon as the comfy mattress hits my back.
He kisses my lips, pressing me deeper into the bed.
His finger traces up my leg and thigh and over the cotton of my robe.
When he reaches my waist, he pulls on my belt, not stopping until it’s out of the loops.
I’m naked again within seconds. When I place my hand on his thigh and inch closer to the towel covering him, he catches my wrist.
“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not yet. I still have plans for you.”
“You’re not done?”
“Oh, baby. That was just a warm-up.”
My eyes widen, and I realize he’s not joking.
He lets out a dark chuckle as he drapes the cotton belt over my wrists and binds them together. My heartbeat picks up with anticipation of what’s to come.
“Hands and knees, baby.”