This time his tongue slowly glides between his lips as he watches me and I feel a wave of heat rush through me.
“Great game, by the way. Funny how Jefferson couldn’t make a tackle last week, but then tonight he doesn’t allow anyone to get past him,” I say, trying to get something out of him, but still… crickets. “Tough crowd,” I finally blurt out with a shake of my head, reaching for my purse that sits on the stool.
Chase’s hand still sits firmly on the counter, but his breathing has increased slightly since I started talking. I’d have to assume my incessant rambling is just raising his blood pressure, though.
“You’re probably exhausted, so I’m going to get going. But I’ll see you during the week. Have a good night, Chase.” I slide the strap of my purse onto my shoulder, inhaling and giving him one more quick smile before I walk by him and toward the door, but finally he speaks.
“Stay.”
I jerk my head up to get a better look at him and I see his eyes narrow slightly as he stares down at me.
“Stay? Stay where?” I ask. He’s been ignoring everything I’ve said for the last five minutes and now he asks me to stay?
“Here.”
“I’m going to need more than one word answers.”
A whiff of his scent makes its way into my nose and I feel myself becoming entranced by him.
His body shifts, turning to face me completely and he takes my purse off of my shoulder and places it on the kitchen island.
“I had fun tonight on the football field for the first time in a long time. Real, true fun.”
“Well, that’s good,” I manage to say.
“I didn’t go out there with a running list of things in my head that needed to get done after the game. Or a checklist in my mind of things to accomplish during the game. My mind was clear and I felt… I felt carefree. For the first time in a longfucking time, I focused on more than just the next thing I had to do. I felt present.”
“Living in the moment sometimes isn’t so bad after all, huh?”
He smiles and the most gorgeous brown eyes shine as he looks at me.
“I thought about you when I walked into the hallway after I left, and again when I got in my truck. A third time when I pulled into the stadium for the game tonight and many, many more moments between kickoff and right now.”
My mouth goes dry at his confession and I feel my pulse race as he inches closer, placing a warm palm on my cheek and I instantly sink into his embrace.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers against my skin, but I won’t. I don’t want him to.
“No,” I answer softly.
The most handsome, devilish grin comes out to play on Chase’s face and I feel like somehow I’ve awoken a beast and I’m so eager to meet this side of him.
“I’ve been trying… So. Fucking. Hard. To get you out of my head, Kincaid. You don’t belong there, it’s not right to want you the way that I do.” His thumb feathers over my lips, and I close my eyes momentarily as the ache between my thighs grows stronger.
“It’s okay to give in to what you want,” I say in a shaky breath and look up at him.
“I haven’t been so good at giving in lately, but…” Chase’s hand lands on my hip and I almost crumble at the contact. He gently guides me back until I hit the wall and he presses his body against mine. I can feel his cock against my stomach and I take a deep, stuttered breath as he pushes himself against me.
Feeling Chase’s body like this against mine is overwhelming in the best way possible and seeing his eyes darken with desire as he stares down at me makes me ache. For years, I’ve longed to bethe one he looks at this way. And I tremble under his touch when his fingers dip into the waistband of my leggings.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He gently tugs on the braid in my hair and I whimper, which only causes a sly grin to form on his face before he yanks it a second time and all bets are off. My head falls back at the same time his mouth engulfs mine and we immediately pick up where we left off weeks ago.
My hands pull his hair, grasping at whatever I can to somehow get even closer to him. Both of his hands reach for the back of my thighs and as if I’m weightless, he picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. He moans into my mouth when I pull his body closer to mine and then walks us to his bedroom, not allowing our lips to part.
Chase quietly closes his bedroom door behind us and I hear him flick the lock before he lays me on my back in his bed. He towers over me, breaking our contact only for the smallest moment before I’m pulling him back to me. His scent instantly covers my body as I’m writhing underneath him, wanting this to go further.
I feel Chase’s thigh between my legs and he rocks against me, bringing me an unexpected feeling of so much pleasure and there’s still layers between us.
“Fuck,” he breathes, lips still just hovering above mine. “I want to touch you.”
