The world tilts. Of all the ways tonight could’ve gone, this wasn’t even on the list. Not because I didn’t want it, but because I didn’t dare expect it. I try hard to keep my voice from sounding hoarse, but it doesn’t work.
“What did you say?”
“I’m in love with you, Chase Riley Harper.”
Finally.
My lips crash into her. Her arms go around my neck, and I lift her from the ground and carry her out of the bathroom and to the bed. I drop her on it and climb on top of her.
“Tell me again,” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m in love with you.”
“Again,” I beg.
“I’ve been in love with you for the longest time.”
“One more time.”
“I love you so much, Chase.”
“I love you too, baby,” I say, stroking her cheek.
Erin reaches for the zipper at the base of my neck, pulling it down slowly. The rasp of the teeth sliding open fills the air between us. She slips her hands around the fabric, guiding it down my arms. It bunches at my wrists and I pull them free, tossing the hoodie aside before meeting her lips in another searing kiss.
My hands find her waist, and I pull on the knot that keeps her covered. I part the satin next, not prepared to be graced with the little number she’s wearing under the robe.
She bites her lip in response to my eyes roaming over the forest green lacy lingerie. Her sun-kissed skin begs to be seen under the sheer fabric.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I immediately pull the robe away, needing to see the rest of her. With it discarded, I sit back on my heels and gaze at her.
My mouth goes dry.
The material hugs her body effortlessly. Two thin straps rest over her delicate shoulders, her small breasts concealed by the satin. The only thing holding them in is a bow fastened at the front. One tug and the whole thing will come apart in my hands.
I lift my palm and run it over her, starting from the base of her neck and moving down the valley of her breasts, but I don’tstop. I go over the bow, praising myself for not yanking at it the second my hand connects with it.
I continue down to her flat stomach and stop at her waist, not moving any lower. I let my eyes wander to a place I have yet to see or touch. Through the sheer fabric, I can see she’s wearing lacy panties and I so desperately want to flip her over and check if they cover her cheeks completely or not.
“You buy this for me, sweetheart?”
“I wanted to wear something nice for you. Is it okay?”
I flick my eyes back down to her. “Is it okay?” I repeat. “Baby, this isn’tnice. This is fucking sinful. I don’t have words to describe how intoxicating you are right now.”
“You approve, then?” She chuckles.
“Fuck yeah,” I rasp as I continue to drink her in.
She’s fucking perfect.
Her breath hitches when I cup her pussy, her arousal coating my palm. I bite back a groan when my finger grazes over her, and she whimpers my name at the contact.
Reaching over my head, I pull my shirt off in one smooth motion.
Her eyes drag down my bare torso for the first time. Heat unlike I’ve ever known prickles over my skin under the weight of her stare.
