Chapter 19 #2
At his house: “If you weren’t seeing someone, I’d have you up on that kitchen island showing you what I want to do to you, rather than telling you.”
I wanted him to show me in the worst way.
In the cab after too much to drink at the club, my sleepy head resting on his warm thighs and brushing against his erection as I sat up when we arrived at my building.
I wanted to feel him. Wrap my fingers around his hard-on and watch his face as I slid my hand up and down.
In his office… “Get out of that wet shirt before I help you out of it right in the middle of my office with the blinds open.”
God, I wanted him to rip my damn shirt off.
Closing my eyes, my hand slid down my body.
He was right on the other side of that door.
Would he hear me if I brought myself to orgasm?
A part of me hoped he would. My hand skimmed over the lace of my underwear once, then a second time, lingering over the sensitive front before slipping inside.
My clit was already swollen just thinking about Chase.
It was definitely not going to take long.
Two fingers gently circled, massaging. Imagining it was Chase’s hand instead of my own, I quickly increased pressure as I found my rhythm.
Images swept through my head.
Chase finally looking up at me that first night in the hallway of the restaurant. God, he is gorgeous.
Shirtless at the gym, beads of water trickling down his carved chest.
My breathing sped up.
Today outside the fitting room. The way he looked at me, his eyes stripping away anything in his way. His words—“I’m attracted to everything about you.”
God.
Oh God.
So close. So fast.
Until…
A loud knock made me jump.
Jesus.
I sprang upright, my breathing erratic like I’d just sprinted a marathon.
“Reese?” Chase’s voice called. He’d knocked on the interior door between our rooms.
I cleared my throat. “Yes?”
“Can I borrow your iPhone charger? I forgot to pick one up today.”
“Ummm…sure. Give me a minute to find it.”
My hands were shaking as I turned on the light and began to rip apart my overnight bag in search of my charger. What the hell am I doing?
Finding it, I took a deep breath and steadied myself for thirty seconds before opening the door between us. I couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Here you go,” I said to his shoulder.
“Thanks.”
My voice sounded odd, even to me. The pitch was high and…I was talking way too fast in one long run-on, unpunctuated sentence. “You’re welcome you can keep it I won’t need it until the morning I was just going to go to bed anyway.”
Chase’s brow was furrowed when I glanced up. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He wasn’t buying it. “I don’t know.” Looking over my shoulder, he checked out my room. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” I responded way too fast.
“Nothing, huh?”
My face was flushed, and I could feel a sheen of perspiration on my forehead and cheeks, but damn if I wasn’t going to try to lie my way right through it.
Chase’s eyes trailed down the length of my body, and then our gazes locked.
And I knew.
He knew.
He knew.
I could actually see his pupils dilate when he realized it. After an intense stare-off, during which I thought it was entirely possible I might melt from the heat, he simply said, “Goodnight, Reese.”
I’d just begun to breathe again when he stopped the door from closing at the last second. Reaching down, he took my hand and cupped it in his. Then he slowly brought it to his face and closed his eyes. When he inhaled deeply, smelling the hand I’d just touched myself with, I wanted to die.
I wanted to die.
It was the most embarrassing, yet most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
My body shook, the ache between my legs unbearable. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t say a word. I just stood there, watching him breathe my scent in and out. When he finally opened his eyes, and a groan came from his lips, I was done. So done.
I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. “I quit.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and with one quick hitch, he lifted me up. “It’s about damn time.”
My legs wrapped around him, and he turned, backing me into the open door between our rooms. One of his hands unraveled my tied-up hair so it fell loose, only to have Chase wrap it around his hand, closing his fist tightly around it.
He gave it a good strong yank so my head bent back, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.
I swear I almost came right there. Our mouths opened, and tongues frantically collided. He tasted insanely good, and I never wanted to come up for air. I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation—I’d die deliriously happy.
He pressed himself harder into me, his erection straining through his pants.
Since I was still wearing a dress and my legs were wrapped around him, I was effectively wide open—spread-eagled as he pushed harder against me.
I moaned when he rubbed himself up and down.
The sheer fabric of my panties allowed the friction of his zipper to spark like a rock to flint, and my body ignited.
Chase mumbled into my mouth, “Do you feel what you do to me? What you’ve done to me since that first night?”
He made a low, husky sound that came from deep in his throat and bit down on my bottom lip, tugging at it before he released my mouth.
Reaching behind his neck, he took one of my hands, sliding it between us until I covered the top of his cock.
When my fingers tightened around it, he growled and deepened the kiss.
I loved how needy he sounded, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. Lord knows, it felt like I had waited an eternity.
Eventually—I’m not even really sure how—we made our way into my bedroom. Chase laid me down gently on the bed and hovered over me. When I reached up and touched his cheek, he turned and kissed the inside of my palm.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to see all of you.” He buried his nose in my hair and whispered in my ear, “Can’t wait to taste all of you.”
I held my breath as he kissed his way from my neck down the exposed skin on my chest and stopped at my cleavage.
My wrap dress had a tie at the right side.
Chase leaned to his left, trailing his hand down my body to tug at the bow.
He spread the fabric open and pulled his head back to take a good look at my body.
Focusing on my breasts, he leaned in and licked a line from the top of my breastbone down into my cleavage.
Shivers spilled over me, and goosebumps littered my skin.
My nipples hardened and pushed through the lace of my bra, begging for attention. God, I want his mouth on me.
Using his thumb, he pushed down the cup of my bra and sucked in my left nipple.
Hard. His eyes watched me constantly, taking in my response to his touches.
When my eyes flitted closed, he did it a second time before turning his attention to my other breast. After a few minutes, he continued his exploring, his mouth lowering to trail a string of kisses over my stomach.
Lower.
Then lower.
He placed a gentle kiss on my panties and spoke with his lips vibrating right on my clit.
“Were you thinking of me when your fingers were inside of you?” He hooked a thumb under the side of my panties and began to slide my underwear off.
“Say it. Tell me you thought of me while your fingers were in this pussy.”
Settling between my legs, he sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue while applying the perfect amount of pressure. It felt heavenly, and my hands dug into his hair, never wanting him to stop.
Then suddenly, he did. “Tell me.”
I would have sworn I was Queen Elizabeth if it meant his mouth was back on me. Admitting the truth felt like a small price to pay. “You’re the only person I’ve thought about while I’ve touched myself since the day I met you.”
Chase’s eyes blazed triumphantly and his mouth returned.
He didn’t tease this time. No. He sucked and licked until I was sufficiently wet and then added his fingers.
It all built so fast, so furiously. Fingers pumping in and out, tongue sucking and swirling—my body began to tremble and tighten, my heels digging into the mattress, fingers pulling at his hair.
The steep climb up the roller coaster was quick, and I felt the anticipation everywhere.
God, it felt good. So good. I let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a chant of his name.
My back arched off the bed, and Chase used one hand to hold me down as he pushed his mouth farther into me.
It’s all too much.
Not nearly enough.
Oh God.