“You’re incredible,” he breathed. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
I buried my face in his neck, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice. His hands stroked soothingly down my back as my breathing steadied.
A car door slammed somewhere outside, making me jump. Chase’s arms tightened protectively around me.
“Just the neighbors,” he murmured. “You’re safe here, Elena.” He always seemed to be able to read my mind.
His erection dug into my hip, so hard it must have been painful. I’d caused him so much pain already. But this pain? This pain, I could fix.
I untangled myself from him and gently guided him to his back. He looked up at me, his gaze both molten and questioning. I trailed my fingers down his chest, watching his muscles tense beneath my touch. My hand slid lower, tracing the line of dark hair below his navel. When I reached the button of his jeans, his breath hitched.
“Elena...” His voice was strained. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I popped the button open, dragging his zipper down. “Let me take care of you.”
He lifted his hips to help as I tugged his jeans and boxersdown. His cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach. I wrapped my hand around him, savoring his sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I started stroking, slow and deliberate.
His skin was like silk over steel beneath my palm. I varied my pace, learning what made his breath catch, what made his hips buck. When I swiped my thumb over his tip, gathering the moisture there, his whole body shuddered.
“Good god, your hand is so soft. How is your hand sosoft?”
His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down for a desperate kiss. I could feel him trembling beneath me, fighting for control.
“Faster,” he gasped against my mouth. “Please, Sweetness.”
I obliged, increasing my speed while maintaining the pressure I’d learned he liked. His breathing grew ragged, muscles tensing under my free hand that explored his chest.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice rough. His hips jerked up into my grip. “Elena...”
The way he said my name, like a prayer, made something warm bloom in my chest. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke. His eyes flew open, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Just like that.”
I stroked him faster, harder, feeling him throb in my palm. His muscles were coiled tight, abs flexing with each thrust into my grip. His hand fisted in my hair, not pulling, just holding. Always so gentle with me, even now.
Chase’s breathing grew more ragged, his hips jerking erratically. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”
He came with a broken groan, spilling hot cum over my hand, his whole body shuddering. I stroked him through it, memorizing every expression that crossed his gorgeous face.
When he finally stilled, he pulled me down for a lazy kiss. “So good,” he murmured against my lips.
Before I could respond, his phone buzzed from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes. The sound made me tense instinctively—Peter’s angry calls still haunted me—but Chase just ignored it, his hands sliding up my bare back.
“Probably Tessa checking on the unpacking progress,” he said between kisses along my jaw. His stubble scraped deliciously against my skin. “Should we tell her we got... distracted?”
His grin combined with the glint in his eyes screamedmischief, but my expression must have bordered on fear because he quickly backtracked.
“I’m kidding, Sweetness.”
I couldn’t help but smile at Chase’s quick backtracking. Even after everything we’d just shared, he was still so careful with me, so attuned to my reactions. His consideration made my chest ache in the best way.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” I murmured, glancing around for something to wipe my hand on. Chase’s discarded flannel caught my eye, but he snatched it away before I could reach for it.
“Not on my favorite shirt.” He grinned, pushing up to his feet with fluid grace. “Stay here. I’ll grab paper towels from the kitchen.”
I watched him pad across the room, completely unselfconscious in his nudity. The dim light from the streetlamps outside painted interesting shadows across his muscled back.How is this my life now? How did I get so lucky?
