Chapter 14
Fourteen
Chase
My mind isn't on the spreadsheet in front of me, it's on the woman who is once again bending over the table in the corner. My eyes keep traveling to the curve of her ass.
I can't remember ever being this preoccupied in my life.
My wife and I, we had a great marriage for the most part.
But it was a young marriage. We had stars in our eyes until we didn't, and I lost her.
I loved her with the innocence of a young man, and now I'm attracted to Paisley as a man who has lived on his own for years.
In that time, I've come to know exactly what I want, and who I am.
What I feel for Paisley is different than what I felt for my wife, and I'm trying to come to terms with all of it.
The cursor blinks on the screen, waiting for me to enter the next calf's birth weight. I've got at least twenty more entries to go to finish up for the county I'm working on. It's boring work on a good day, and today is not a good day for my concentration.
Paisley shifts her weight, leaning further over the table as she reaches to place another piece of that damn puzzle. The movement makes her sweater ride up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin at her lower back. I force my eyes back to the laptop.
Calf number 247. Birth weight. I have no idea what I just typed.
She straightens up, rolling her shoulders back, and I watch as it pushes her tits out. Her hands go to the small of her back as she arches. The stretch pulls her sweater tight across her breasts, and I grip the laptop harder than necessary.
This is ridiculous. I'm a grown man, not some fucking teenager getting worked up over a woman simply existing in the same room.
But God, the way she exists is about to drive me crazy.
I try to focus on the numbers again. Calf 248, born December second, weight...
Paisley bends over again, this time reaching for something on the floor. Her pants stretch across her ass in a way that makes my mouth go dry. When she comes back up, she's holding a piece of the puzzle.
I'm not getting any work done. That much is clear.
She moves around the table, studying what she's completed from a different angle. Her fingers trace along the surface, and I find myself wondering what those fingers would feel like tracing along my skin instead. The thought sends heat through me, pooling low in my gut.
"Is the lighting okay over there?" I ask, my voice coming out rougher than intended. "I can move the lamp if you need it."
Paisley glances over at me, her expression surprised, like she'd forgotten I was in the room as she was concentrating on the task at hand. "What? Oh, no, it's fine. Thanks though."
She goes back to her work, completely oblivious to the effect she's having on me. That's part of what's driving me crazy. She's not trying to be seductive. She's just living her damn life while I'm over here dying to be inside her.
Maybe she does belong here.
The thought catches me off guard. We've only been snowed in together for a few weeks, and already I'm imagining her living here with me, for life.
That should terrify me after giving my heart to my wife, and then losing her in a way I'd never imagined.
Instead, it feels fucking perfect. But I do realize how I met Paisley and how it mirrors my previous relationship.
I have to be willing to open myself up again, though.
I can't let one situation cause me to question the rest of my life.
At least that's what I'm telling myself.
Paisley straightens again, this time reaching her arms above her head in a full-body stretch. She rises up on her toes, and I watch the long line of her body extend, the curve of her waist, the way her sweater rides up to show more smooth skin.
When she lowers back down, she catches me staring.
Her eyes meet mine across the room, and I don't look away. I should. I should pretend I've been working. But I don't. Instead I let her see the arousal on my face, in my eyes, and in the way my
"Chase?" She questions, tilting her head to the side as her gaze roams my body.
I set the laptop aside on the couch cushion, careful but deliberate. "Come here."
She hesitates for a second before she's moving toward me, and I get to my feet, meeting her halfway. We collide in the middle of the room, and I'm not sure who moves first, but suddenly my hands are in her hair and her mouth is on mine.
This kiss is hot as fuck. There's no hesitation, no testing the waters. This is need and want and hunger all rolled into one.
My hands slide down from her hair to her waist, finding that strip of exposed skin I'd been fixating on. She gasps against my mouth when my fingers grip her there, and the sound goes straight through me.
"Bedroom?" she breathes against my lips.
I pull back just enough to look at her, at her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils and swollen lips. "That's too fuckin' far."
Her laugh is breathless and surprised, and then I'm walking her backward toward the wall, my mouth never leaving hers. When her back hits the solid wood, she makes a sound that's half gasp, half moan, and I swallow with the ferocity of my kiss.
I pull her sweater over her head, and she helps, raising her arms and arching into me.
Her white bra is probably the biggest turn on of all. It could be the sexiest piece of lingerie and it wouldn't be as hot as she looks right now. I trace the edge of the lace with my finger, watching her pupils dilate further, and goosebumps rise from her skin.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, because it's true and because she needs to hear it.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she responds, and her hands go to the hem of my thermal shirt.
I help her pull it off, then my undershirt, until we're skin to skin. The contact is what I needed, her softness against my hardness, her coolness against my heat. She runs her hands over my chest, my shoulders, and then down to the waistband of my jeans.
She unbuttons mine first, then hers, pulling them off and down. My cock bounces against my stomach, and I reach down, giving it a slight tug.
I want her.
When we're finally down to nothing, I press her against the wall again, taking a moment.
"Look at you," I breathe as I press my fingers into her hair.
"Face flushed, nipples hard, lips red and moist from my kisses.
The way your chest is trying to keep up with your arousal. You're fucking everything I've wanted."
"Chase?" she whispers.
I kiss her again, deep and slow, pouring everything I can't put into words into the movement of my mouth against hers. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me close, and I press against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
She breaks the kiss to trail her mouth down my jaw, my neck, my chest. Lower and lower.
With my fingers still threaded through her hair, I press her down, until she's sinking to her knees in front of me, and the sight of her there, looking up at me with those hazel eyes, nearly undoes me completely.
"Paisley," I start, but she's already reaching for me, and whatever I was going to say dies in my throat.
Her mouth is warm and moist as she takes me in, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock.
She takes her time, swallowing and holding me in the back of her throat as she moves her hand up and down on the part she can't get in between her lips.
My fingers through her hair, force it back, so that she has nowhere to go.
Pressing further into her, I lean forward, trapping her as I press my free hand against the wall.
Her hands move up the back of my thighs and dig her nails into my ass.
"That's it," I encourage her. "Take it down, run that tongue along the head.
Just like that." I toss my head back when I can't watch her anymore.
The pleasure builds deep in my balls as they draw up.
"If you don't want me to come straight down the back of your throat, you better move right now," I warn her, with as much time as I can.
She doesn't pull away. Instead her eyes lift to mine, and she sucks harder. With a punch against the wall and a loud groan, I blow my load, gasping as she works me through the orgasm.
She stands slowly, and I pull her against me, holding her close as I try to remember how my legs work. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure she can feel it against her chest.
"Okay?" she asks quietly, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I pull back just enough to look at her. With my thumb, I caress her lips, before pulling one down, and she takes the tip in her mouth, sucking it the way she did my cock. "That mouth fucking blew my mind."
She grins, looking pleased with herself, and I can't help but kiss that grin.
When I do, she twines her arms around my neck, holding on tightly.
Her nipples are tight and hard against my chest. She groans as I move my mouth from hers, down to her neck, before landing on one of those hardened nipples.
"Chase," she gasps. "Fuck that feels good."
"I'm going to give you what you need. What do you want?" I ask her, wanting to give her everything he never would.
She grabs my hair in her hands, pulling so that my eyes meet hers.
"You're still hard," she swallows hard, her throat moving up and down.
"I want you to fuck me against that wall over there.
The same way I took you down my throat, I want you to take me from behind.
I've always wanted something other than safe and missionary.
That's what I asked for, and I never got. "
Arousal punches my gut. "Then I'm gonna give you all of it."