“Chase,” she warns, pulling back.
“No?” I wink at her. “How about loving me sweet?”
“You can’t keep using the King against me.” She tries to look cross, but her smile wins. “It’s not fair.”
“Never let me go,” I whisper.
Sighing, she lies back on the loveseat, opening her arms for me. “Okay,” she whispers back.
Shifting forward, I brace my arms on either side of her, stopping just short of kissing. The moonlight filtering in through the front window ignites amber sparks in her brown eyes. “I love you.”
Her eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. “I love you too, Chase.”
And thenshekissesme. Soft and searching. I kiss her back, putting everything I feel for her in every touch, every breath. My hands tangle in her hair, hers drifting up and down my back.
“I missed you, Bell. So much.”
She tilts her head, giving me access to the column of her slender throat. “Show me. Show me how much you missed me.”
I do. I kiss her for what seems like hours. Until she’s yanking my shirt out of my jeans.
“Ow.” She pulls back her hand, cradling it to her chest.
“Careful, baby.” I kiss her bruised knuckles. “Let me.”
“But you’re taking too long.” The whine in her voice is adorable.
“Patience.”
She scowls. I kiss it away.
After a moment, I give in to her, peeling off her clothes piece by piece, until she’s naked, laid out before me. Moonlight catches the fire in her hair, the desire in her eyes. I reach back, yanking my shirt over my head, hating that I need to move back away from her, and stand to shuck off my boots and jeans.
The little minx tries to reach for me, but I shake my head. If she wants me to show her how much I missed her, I’m going to show her.
Dropping to my knees, I lift her foot to my lips, kissing the arch. She flexes her foot and giggles, but I hold on, moving my lips to her ankle, and then her calf. Taking my time, I kiss upward, making sure to savor each kiss, each noise she makes while I explore. While I memorize her body.
Reaching her inner thigh, I smile as Bell tilts her hips expectantly, only to curse me when I drift back down, holding her other foot up to my lips. I repeat the process, cherishing her. Once again between her legs, I give in and inhale, savoring her arousal. Only to lift my head and kiss her belly.
“I swear to God, Chase Moore…”
I hide my grin against her ribs, nibbling the underside of her breast, then soothing the sting with my tongue. “Do you feel crazed right now?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“About to come out of your skin with need?”
“Yes.” Her answer is more moan than word.
“Do you feel like you’re missing something? That the one thing you need is just out of reach?”
She nods, biting her lip, turned on past speaking.
“Then I’ve shown you how I’ve missed you.” I draw a lazy circle around one nipple, pinching the other. “I’ve felt like that every day since I pushed you away.”
She grips my hair, holding me to her while I tease and suck before yanking me up to her mouth.
This time I let her pull me up and press our bodies together.
