I slide my hand along his jaw, pulling him down onto my lips. A deep longing that has been building all evening floods over me. “Take me home?”
By the time we reach my porch, I’m buzzing. Chase kisses my neck from behind as I struggle to get the keys in the lock. Each new kiss sends a shock through my overloaded senses, making me fumble a total of three times.
“Chase…” I say on a giggle. “I can’t focus when you?—”
He reaches forward, slipping the key into the lock on his first try and propelling me inside the dark entryway. He nudges the door closed with his foot, locking it behind him, giving me enough time to toss my bag on the couch. The back of his fingers caressing my cheek is all it takes to regain momentum before his hands are tangled in my hair, lips frantically kneading with mine.
“I’ve been thinking about touching you all day,” he says against my lips.
My fingers run down his sides, and I slip my hands under his shirt, reminiscent of the Fourth of July. Only this time, he doesn’t stop me as we spin in a passionate waltz through the house, losingshoes and shirts and belted pants all down the hallway to my bedroom.
I walk him backward to sit on the bed and slide my knees around his hips, holding his face in my hands to control the tangled mess of our tongues. He sighs, and I smile against his mouth, feeling his elation build beneath me. The surprising excitement I felt sitting in his lap on the climbing wall is nothing compared to the heated frenzy I feel now. In this moment, the only thing I can think about is getting closer to him. I just want to be closer. My fingers slide down his chest, catching on the rippled edges of a smooth scar.
“Baby…” he pants between kisses.
“Later.”
“Babe.”
“Shh!”
“Kayla,” he tries again.
And I pull back, looking into his eyes with a huff. I just want him, want to feel his hands on my body, and he insists on talking.
“We left our socks on.”
I look down, past our underwear clad bodies, and something about my frustration mixed with how ridiculous we look wearing socks on our feet sends a chorus of titters through my body. I cover my face with my hands, unable to stop them from building. He leans in, chuckling into my shoulder, and we’re both gone, lost in a fit of giggles over socks.
Chase moves my hands away from my face, sweeping a stray loc behind my ear. He kisses me slowly, sweetly, like he’s got all the time in the world, and lifts me from his lap to place me on the bed. We lose the socks and everything else.
I stretch to open my nightstand, grabbing a condom from the box forced on me at girl’s night, silently thanking my best friend for her foresight. Chase’s eyes flash, blazing with the heat we both feel for each other in this moment. The grazing of his lips on mine, trailing down to my neck, is ambrosia to my soul, healing parts of me I didn’t know were aching to be healed.
“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he asks, dropping kisses across the base of my neck.
“I…um…don’t really think about it,” I answer breathlessly while his lips glide across the expanse of my collarbone.
“I think about it enough for the both of us.” His breath dances over me as he lets out a soft chuckle. Goosebumps race across my skin, a moan escaping my lips when he swirls the tip of his tongue around my nipple. “You like that, sweetheart?” I nod as the room grows hazy. “And this?” He sucks on the other side, smiling at the quiet gasp that slips from me. “You’re so sensitive. So responsive.” He blows a light stream of air over me, and I bite my lip in response.
“Mm-hmm. I like when you touch me.”
Chase’s lips deftly course down my body, hands smoothing over every other inch of me. I’m ready to burst by the time he reaches my thighs. “Chase,” I whimper, rolling my hips toward his face.
“Give me a minute, beautiful. This is my new favorite thing. Let me taste you?”
I nod quickly, but he keeps his kisses above my center.
“Words, Kayla.”
“Yes, I…want you to.” The words work out of me while I try to hang on to some semblance of control. He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending a curl-inducing zap straight down to my toes, and all that control goes out the window.“Chase, please,” I say, loving the torture but needing release. “Ch?—”
“Shh, I’m working,” he mumbles, and his chuckled moan barely registers before he strokes me with the flat of his tongue. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold on for dear life. “God, your taste, baby. You’re perfect.” He swirls his tongue, and my hips roll upward, seeking more of him. “Relax. You deserve to be treated like a queen, Kayla,” he whispers across my skin, triggering a series of shudders. Slipping two fingers inside me, he pumps them in and out before curling up, hitting that delicious spot that makes me cry out his name. The more I moan, the more earnestly he lapsme up, licking and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him. “That’s it. Right on my tongue. You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
As much as I didn’t like the talking at first, right now, I don’t want him to stop. The careful way he holds me—grazing my skin with the tips of his fingers, his gentle hands working the sensitive parts of my body—it’s like I’m his most precious discovery. I come alive under his touch, and when he brings me to that wondrous ecstasy, I know there is nothing—past or future—that can ever compare to this moment with him. Though, the next moment comes in as a close second.
Lying tangled in the sheets,enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up against his warmth, I trace my finger down the faint scar cutting across half of his chest and down his side.
“What happened?” I ask quietly.
