Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Bayleigh
I feel it in his body the moment he gives in and stops fighting this craving and need we have for each other. To hell with the future—I only know I need him now.
I take his hand in mine before he can change his mind and lead him to the elevator. Max is following behind us, and I don’t care what he thinks of me taking Chase to my suite. I don’t pay him for his opinions—only his protection and discretion.
He opens the door ahead of us, and we pause as Max sweeps the room before allowing us in. I close the door softly behind him and take a calming breath to steady my pounding heart before turning to see Chase.
He watches me with darkened eyes as I take my time approaching him.
I have lived off the memories of him for eighteen years, and now that he’s ready and willing in front of me, I am nervous.
My body has changed. I’m not the innocent young girl I once was.
What if he sees my scars and they repulse him? What if I don’t live up to the memory?
His lips part and I swallow. “Come here.” He stretches out his arms to me, and I walk as though being pulled toward him by a magnet.
His strong arms encircle me, pulling me closer as he passionately kisses my lips.
I hold on to his T-shirt tightly, wanting to be even closer to him.
He changes the angle of our kiss, urging me for more.
The hardness of his desire presses against my stomach, and I instinctively press my body against his, moving in sync with him.
He breaks away from my mouth and begins kissing down my cheekbone and neck, causing shivers to run down my spine.
As I tilt my head back for him, he continues to nibble and suck on my earlobe, making my body tingle with anticipation.
Normally a dominant partner in the bedroom, I willingly surrender to his touch and kisses without hesitation.
His hands move to undo the buttons on my top, exposing me fully to him.
He gasps and my eyelids burst open, searching for the reason why he’s stopped. I look down and see him fingering my necklace. His necklace.
“You’re wearing it.” His voice is barely a whisper as he rubs his thumb over the smooth wooden carving. “I saw the chain the other day, but didn’t realise.”
“I never take it off.” My voice breaks as emotions threaten to consume me.
He turns his attention from the bird carefully carved from wood around my neck to my eyes. “You don’t?”
I nod. “It’s the most precious thing I own,” I say. “Because you made it for me.”
He searches my eyes for a moment, then presses his lips first to the carving, then to my lips. His breath on my skin is a warm, steamy rush of air.
My legs turn to jelly as I am overcome with desire.
I lean against his strong body for support, feeling the heat of his thighs against mine, the roughness of his stubble on my skin, and the firmness in his grip as he holds onto my hips.
My craving for more intensifies, and our breaths become one as our tongues dance in perfect harmony.
We move towards the bed together, never breaking our passionate kiss.
He slowly lowers me onto the soft sheets and hovers above me.
His fingers trace down my face and neck, and into the curves of my cleavage before he pulls down the straps of my bra and caresses my breasts with his palm.
I arch my back in pleasure, wanting more of his touch.
With one swift motion, he releases the other strap and takes my taut nipple into his mouth.
A surge of electricity shoots through me and settles as a low, tingling sensation in my core.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to where I crave his pressure the most. The sound of his amused chuckle fills the room, but in this moment, I don’t care how greedy I may seem.
His slow exploration of my body is almost too much to handle.
When he moves and takes my other nipple into his mouth, the same electrifying effect ripples through me and I grind against him, trying to create the friction that I desperately need.
“You’re so fucking hot right now, and I want to cherish this moment.” He says, and I drop my head back in pleasure and frustration.
My heart races with excitement, my body craving his touch.
He moves his hand behind me to unclasp my bra, and there is a rush of warmth as it falls away from my skin.
He presses himself against me and our passionate kiss intensifies, overwhelming me with desire.
His skin against mine is like magic, and I want to feel every inch of him.
I yearn for his heat, his heartbeat, and the intense emotions he elicits in me.
As he breaks our kiss and trails his lips down my neck, chest, and belly, I whimper in anticipation.
He expertly removes my jeans, placing kisses along my legs as he goes.
His fingers trace back up my legs and grip onto my hips before slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear.
His touch is light but sends shivers through me as he teases my folds.
He groans in pleasure, and I love how desperate he sounds—it only fuels my own desire.
With hooded eyes, I watch as he removes his finger and puts it into his mouth, tasting me on his skin.
Kelly was amazing this morning, but it’s different with Chase.
There’s history between us and feelings I can’t even begin to describe.
No one else makes me feel the way he does.
“Fuck.” I bite my lip and lift up my ass up, and he slides my soaked panties down my hips and over my legs.
Once they’re pulled from my toes, he pauses and takes me in. He stares at me, his intense gaze giving me the confidence to lie here naked, completely exposed to him. He sees me for me—not the performer, and not my alter ego. Just me. Bay. His Bay.
His eyes are dark and his mouth slightly open. I watch as he breathes deeply, his chest rising and falling.
For a brief, intense moment, our eyes meet before he leans down towards me. I shift my weight back onto my arms and the anticipation builds as his head draws lower. His warm breath on my skin sends shivers along my spine as he continues down to my aching pussy.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit nearly pushes me over the edge.
I jerk involuntarily, but Chase’s hands grip onto my thighs, keeping me still.
He presses closer, his tongue moving quickly and hungrily against me as he kisses me with urgency.
With every flick, nibble, and suck from his skilled tongue, my muscles burn with pleasure.
His hands slide up to my hips as he pulls me even closer to him, fully enveloping himself between my legs.
I grind against him eagerly, loving the friction of his stubble against my sensitive skin.
My back arches and my thighs tremble as an intense orgasm washes over me unexpectedly.
Chase continues to pleasure me, drinking in my juices with hunger still evident in his actions.
I gasp for air, trembling with an arousal that is almost too much to handle.
But Chase is relentless. I grab a handful of his hair and use it to guide his head back up towards mine.
His gaze is hazy and unfocused as he looks up at me, a wet sheen covering his face.
Tenderly, I wipe it away with gentle strokes of my hand across his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs as he moves slowly up the bed.
I slide my hands down his chest, then pull his shirt up and over his head.
He shifts onto his back, and I prop myself up to admire him.
His body is toned and muscular, and I trace my fingers over every bump and crevice.
Lowering my head, I kiss his warm skin while a strand of my hair falls in front of my face.
He brushes it away and watches me. I find one of his nipples and take it between my lips, eliciting a deep exhale from him.
My tongue and fingers make their way across his chest and stomach, exploring every inch with care.
His hand meets mine at the front of his jeans, and I pause to watch as he slowly unbuttons them one by one.
His erection lies concealed behind the black fabric of his boxer briefs, and I sit up to help him remove the rest of his clothing until his erection juts large and proud in front of me, and I sigh. Hello, old friend.
He raises his arm and rests it on the back of his head, a gesture that always makes me smile.
I can’t resist wrapping my hand around his cock and licking my lips at the sight of pre-cum coating the tip.
A moan escapes his lips, urging me to lean in and lick it off.
His eyes close briefly before he opens them again, placing his hands encouragingly on the back of my neck.
I position myself and slowly take his swollen head into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around it, feeling him grow harder beneath me.
I move up and down his thick length with long strokes, fighting the urge to gag as he hits the back of my throat.
His hand entwines in my hair, urging me to quicken my pace until I can feel his muscles tighten on the edge of climax.
As much as I crave his release in my mouth, right now I want to feel him inside me more.
I pull away with a wet sound and reach for the bedside table where Kelly always leaves condoms for such occasions.
She knows to do this in every hotel room, just in case.
And more often than not, I end up needing them.
I tear open the packet with my teeth and offer it to him.
He takes it and covers himself with one hand.
Once he’s ready, I straddle him and slowly sink down onto him, empaling myself on his cock.
The mix of emotions and the way his body fits with mine overwhelms me, causing me to arch my back and let out a loud moan as he fills me completely.
My hips move in circular motions, and I’m savoring every sensation.
Our lips meet, and he kisses me with a ferocity that shows his need for me.
As I rock on top of him, he loses control.
With my eyes closed and my hands gripping the headboard, I set a rhythm that neither of us can maintain for long.
Every movement and touch from him elicits a deep moan from my lips.
I welcome his cock as he strokes inside me, feeling every inch of him stretching and filling me. Each thrust sends shivers down my spine and builds desire in the pit of my stomach once again. Our eyes meet as we connect in this intimate moment, and I’m both completely focused and lost in pleasure.
“You feel so good, Bay. So fucking good,” he murmurs as his hands tighten their grip on my hips.
“So do you, Chase. You feel perfect.”
My hips move in sync with his, thrusting harder.
I tilt my hips to increase the intensity of his penetration.
I can sense when he reaches his limit, his neck arching back and our bodies slamming together in one final, deep stroke.
He exhales loudly, almost as if he’s sobbing.
I forget to breathe as the last shudders of his body push me over the edge into my own climactic release.
My muscles tighten around him, drawing out the last of his orgasm while I am lost in the sensation of him inside and all around me.
My heart is still racing in my chest as I slide off Chase’s hips and collapse beside him, immersed in a heavenly pool of blissful sensations.
After disposing of the used condom, he pulls me close to him and I nestle my head against his arm.
Both of us are breathing heavily, but otherwise we are silent.
I long to see his face, to know what he’s thinking.
In my years in Nashville, I’ve had many lovers.
Men and women have thrown themselves at me, all eager to say they’ve slept with Bayleigh Gilmore.
But it’s never felt like this with anyone else.
Not even with Chase when we were teenagers, exploring our own bodies and each other’s.
This is something more than I’d ever expected.
“That was . . .” His voice trails off on a sigh, and I grin.
“Amazing.” I push up onto my shoulder so I can look at him. I’m not going to regret this for one moment. “You’re amazing.”
As his eyes cloud over and his lips part, I know what’s coming. But I don’t want to hear him say he regrets it or that it can never be repeated.
I know that if I keep his mouth busy, he won’t be able to break my heart.