She huffs when her head falls back and hits the pillow. “Fine,” she relents, biting her lip as her eyes move to the ceiling.
She smirks and then brings her eyes back to me. I lift my brow in question.
Mischief glimmers in her eyes when she says, “Chaseis my safe word.”
I let out a snarl.
Fucking. Troublemaker.
She knows how much I like it when she moans my name. The audacity of this girl.
I love it.
I love her.
I use my free hand to gently apply pressure to the front of her neck. I feel her swallow, and fuck, does it turn me on. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I lick the column of her throat. She lets out a mewl I’ve never heard before, causing me to twitch so hard it hurts to breathe.
“Don’t be difficult, Bookworm. If you are, I won’t give you what you want. I’ll just keep teasing and edging you all night if you don’t behave, giving you everything and not enough all at the same time. You’ll feel so out of control, you’ll be withering beneath me. I doubt that’s the kind of control you want to experience.”
“Chase,” she whines.
“I want to have my way with you, so much so that you won’t be able to stand, but we can’t use my name. So, let’s try this again. Give me youractualsafe word. Right the fuck now,” I rasp.
“Bookmark,” she says hoarsely.
Of course she picks a bookish word.
I’m so damn obsessed with her.
I sear her with a kiss and move my hand away from her neck, hooking her legs around me so that I can lift her to me. Standing from the bed, I drop her to her feet and step away.
“Bathroom,” I say as I strip from my sweats. She pads away, and the running water sounds after a quick minute. Before I can move an inch, my jersey comes flying out of the bathroom and lands at my feet. I look up, but I don’t see her.
Her giggle echoes off the tiles, light and reckless, and every thought I have about taking it slow evaporates. She has no idea how much trouble she’s in for.
His feet padacross the floor as I back into the shower. Steam blankets me as I close my eyes for a second, letting the spray hit my face. When I open them, Chase is in front of me.
I stare at the tattoo on his chest—the one he got just for me—and something fierce and overwhelming surges through me.
He made me permanent before the words were ever spoken.
Before I was ready.
Before I understood.
Before I knew.
Before he was sure I’d stay.
The ink resembling a silent promise to be here.
He chose me.
And I chose him right back.
He pulls my body to his and crushes his lips to mine—hard, dominating, bruising.
He bites my bottom lip and tugs before he releases it. I gasp at the sting.
