“No, I can’t,” he whispers. “If I keep touching you, I’ll never be able to stop. I already can’t fucking stop thinking about you.”
His knee remains between my legs and I spread my knees further apart as I lean against the wooden bench. My head tilts back and my eyes want to close, but I keep them trained on him.
“What are you thinking about?” My fingers gently pull the drawstring on his shorts.
“Right now?” He skims his thumb over my bottom lip and then circles to the top.
Taking two fingers, he glides them down my chest. It’s barely a graze as he feathers his way down to my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my leggings.
He smirks and leans his head back slightly before words roll off his tongue. “Peeling these flimsy leggings from your body. Spreading you out on this bench and tasting every inch of you while I watch those pouty lips of yours moan my name.” His fingers slowly work their way back up in the same motion as before. “Feeling you coat my tongue and then burying my cock so far inside you that we both never recover.” His hand stops just below my neck, and his fingers skim my collarbone as my breath stutters. “That’swhat I’ve been thinking about.”
He stills in front of me, his gaze rotating from my eyes to my lips and my mouth goes completely dry. My hands shake and my clitthrobsat his words.
To say I’m in shock wouldn’t be enough. The man standing in front of me right now isn’t the same one I’ve known all my life. He’s not the same one I’ve known even the last few weeks. Because this Chase ishungry. He’s tormented. He’s downright distressed, caught between giving in to a want or trying to abide by what he thinks is right versus wrong.
He can see the surprise on my face when my bottom lip hangs slightly open. The faint sound of voices outside the sauna causes him to slowly back away and move toward the door.
“I’ve never seen you at a loss for words, Kincaid.” The corner of his lip curves up into the sexiest smirk as he walks out, leaving me in a state of disbelief.
My mind whirls at the words he said to me. Chase said those words tome. I give myself a solid ten minutes to feel my legs again before I decide to get up and leave. I’ve never had a man's words alone be enough to render me completely still, speechless and quite frankly ready to explode.
Walking over to my car, I’ve never begged for a downpour more than I am right now. My body could use some cooling off and a bout of rain would do the trick.
Just as I get into my car, a text comes through in the group chat from Abby.
Abby
While I’m waiting for CeCe to finish her painting, let me get your opinions! How does this dress look for the charity dinner?
A picture of Abby in a dark green dress pops up and I have to shift my focus from Chase’s filthy mouth to the absolute smokeshow that is my best friend. I know she’s still out with CeCe, so she must’ve taken this a different day. Because the background looks nothing like the Rec Center and every bit like her newly renovated, gigantic walk-in closet.
I’m sorry, I’ve passed away from how good you look in that dress
Mia
Ford will lose his mind
Abby
Okay… so maybe it’s too much for this event then? I don’t want to be overdressed
You’re the hostess, wear what you want. Plus, it’s not possible to be overdressed! It looks so good on you, wear it and let your husband suffer all night
Abby
LOL. You know I suffer seeing him in a suit too
Yeah, but not as much as this dress is going to have him on his knees for you
Mia
It is a formal event, I don’t think you’ll be overdressed. I still have no clue what I’m wearing. Maybe something pink? My life is full of the color blue and I’m about to add a third, so wearing some pink for me sounds nice
I found this brown dress at the new little boutique on Main months ago. Maybe I’ll wear that
It’s been sitting in my closet since the day I bought it. On the rack I wasn’t sure about the color, but when I tried it on—it took my own breath away. The slit goes up my thigh and it hangs off my shoulders so comfortably. I feel like it flatters me and my body in a way that makes me feel like I could walk a runway.
“You’re late,” Chase clips when he opens the door this morning. As if he wasn’t just talking about fucking me into oblivion two days ago.
