“I’m okay. I know how to take a punch.” He holds me against him
“I can’t believe the pitcher ran up on you like that.”
“Dodged most of them and didn’t throw any punches myself.”
“Good boy.”
“Mmm.” He rubs his nose across my jaw. “What are you wearing?” He pulls back and looks down my body. “Are you wearing my hoodie?”
“Yes.” The look in his eyes has my thighs clenching together. Pure possession marks his face.
I screech as Chase scoops me over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry. “Ah! Put me down!”
“No can do, Princess.” He slaps my ass.
“Chase.” I laugh.
“I can’t help it. I come home to you looking like a snack in these booty shorts and my hoodie.”
He throws me onto the couch, quickly following and framing my head with his elbows.
“Hi,” I breathe.
“Hi, baby.” He swipes my hair out of my face to see my eyes.
“Is it okay to kiss you with this?” I touch his lip again
“It’d hurt more to not kiss you right now,” he says before slamming his lips onto mine in a bruising kiss. His hands worm their way under the hem of his hoodie, tracing up my thigh to my hip where he ghosts his fingertips along the edge of my biker shorts.
“Chase,” I moan at his teasing.
“What is it, Princess?”
“Touch me.” He ignores me, instead continuing his exploration of my body with his hands. My skin prickles everywhere he touches me. Across my lower abdomen. Up my side to my ribcage. Tracing the underside of my boob.
“No bra?” He tsks.
“I was home alone.”
“I like the way that sounds. Home.”
Words escape me. I like it too. We haven’t talked about moving in together. Hell, he still doesn’t have a key to my house despite us spending more time there than here at his condo when he’s in town. Still, I’ve started to think of wherever we are as home.
“Kiss me,” I breathe, not wanting to let my runaway thoughts on whether we’re ready for the next step to ruin what he’s doing right now.
“With pleasure.” His lips softly press into mine, much slower than before. This kiss is full of promise and intimacy. Emotions I can barely contain war inside me. As his tongue sweeps against mine and his hands massage my breasts, I feel a tear slide down the side of my face. My heart beats wildly in my chest.
Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I tug it up, urging him to take it off. He breaks our kiss to pull the shirt off and I take the opportunity to rid myself of his hoodie and hide my tears.
Returning his lips to mine, he slides my shorts off when I lift my hips and swipes a finger over my slit.
“Always wet and ready for me.”
“Do you have a condom?” We’ve only not used protection the one time when he pulled out and came all over my face. I don’t want to make it a habit. We can never be too careful, especially right now. Neither one of us needs an accidental pregnancy complication.
“In the bedroom. Come on.” He picks me up and carries me into the other room, dropping us on the bed. Fishing one out of the drawer, he rips open the foil and rolls it on.
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight.” He nuzzles into my neck and takes his time kissing and teasing his way down my body.
