He smirks. “Who would wake a gorgeous chick when she’s laying all over them?”
“Most men. Don’t guys have an allergy to intimacy?”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Some may, but not me. Not when it’s you.”
My heart flutters at his admission, but my brain questions it.
Is this real? Are we still dreaming?
While my heart is ready to dive headfirst into these new feelings, my logical side is begging me to be cautious. That this could be a trick.There’s no way a man like Chase could ever truly care about you.
“Where’d you go?” His voice is laced with worry.
“Sorry. Lost in my thoughts, I guess.”
“Want to talk about them?”
I look up into his eyes. The concern in them is heartwarming. Pushing the negative thoughts away, I decide to embrace the new ones. The ones where I belong here with this man.
I shake my head. “I want to get out of my head for once.”
His eyes change slightly, showing his more devious side.
“You need help with that?”
He strokes his hand closer to the center of my thighs. I press harder against his leg, trying to get friction where I need it most.
“Yes, please.”
Within a breath, he pushes me over until I’m lying on my back.
“I still owe you your other birthday present.”
My mind flashes back to what we almost did.
Am I ready for this? Yes.
“You do,” I agree.
He reaches out his hand to pull me up into a seated position before stripping my shirt off. Gently, he pushes on my shoulder until I’m lying on my back once more.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my lips.
“I’m going to take my time with you, even if it kills me,” he whispers against my lips.
I’m not even sure how to respond to that, but he doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he kisses my cheek, trailing his lips down my neck. A light sting of pain is followed by the wet heat of his tongue.
My legs fall open wider, but even though he holds his body over me, he’s careful to keep his weight off of me.
As his lips kiss a path to my breast, my body trembles with anticipation. My body grows feverish as my heart pounds in my chest. Each lick, bite, and touch is like pressing a button, causing my body to buzz like a live wire.
Chase pauses, his warm breath against my bare breasts, my hardened nipples begging for him. His eyes meet mine and he winks.
Leaning down, he barely touches his tongue to my nipple, but it’s more than enough to set my body ablaze. My back arches off the bed, attempting to draw him closer.
“Someone’s impatient.” The teasing in his voice has me throwing a glare his way.
He smirks, taking my nipple back into his mouth, making me forget why I was glaring in the first place.
