The fear of what this might mean vanished, replaced by an urgent, throbbing need for more of him. He groaned, trailing kisses over my abdomen, letting hismouth and hands rediscover parts of me I’d abandoned to motherhood, work, and responsibility.
“God, Harper. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
That shocked me for a moment, but soon I was lost in the sensation again. He found sensitive spots, lingering with fingers and lips until I gasped. His grip on me shifted, intense but careful, knowing, building heat upon heat.
“Oh, Chase,” I whispered, my voice unsteady, begging for what only he could give me, wanting him more than I’d ever wanted anything. “I want you so much.”
He kneeled as I lay on the desk and parted my legs with his hands, not to surrender but to claim and consume and make me his. A soft whimper tore from my lips as his mouth found me, unrelenting, devouring, leaving no inch unexplored. It was a reverent act and a wild one, a true meeting of need. His tongue was agile, unyielding, teasing in relentless circles, flicks, and strokes that left me gasping, making me forget who I was. Making me remember what I needed. His fingers joined in, working a magic so intense, so overwhelming, I could hardly breathe, every movement bringing soaring tension to a new peak. The world narrowed to nothing but the feel of him between my thighs, a rising, aching pleasure that should have been unbearable but wasn’t because he made it bliss.
Too much. Too good. Too long since I’d craved anything the way I craved him right now.
He groaned, the sound indescribably intimate, then increased his pressure, his pace. He coaxed and teased with his lips, his tongue, his clever, skillful hands, until I was half-mad with wanting.
I shuddered and my hands flew to his shoulders, my voice ragged and desperate as I clung to him, as he heldme on the razor’s edge of ecstasy. “Chase—oh God, Chase!”
His hands held me steady as I shattered against his mouth, my body arching wildly, his name on my lips. It had been so long, and the feeling was so overwhelming, I cried out, shocked and blissful, unable to hold anything back. He didn’t let up, sending me flying until I nearly sobbed with the intensity of it, the years of self-denial coming undone all at once.
He kissed his way back up my body as I came down from the high, as my breath returned in shallow, shuddering gasps. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt him against me, hard and ready, and knew I needed him again. I swept a file folder onto the floor and barely saw the papers flutter out.
“Please,” I said, the word urgent and pleading. He rose above me, his eyes dark with desire. “I need you.”
In one smooth motion, he grabbed his wallet from the pocket of his jeans. The condom was in his hand in an instant, and he rolled it on with a speed that made me ache for him even more. I stared at the long, thick length of him poised above me, and all I wanted was for him to fill me. To feel him inside me. No more fear.
He moved between my legs, watching my face for any sign of hesitation. There was none. There was only need.
My breath hitched as he entered me slowly, inch by inch, his size almost too much. Almost. I gasped at the impossible fullness, the rightness of it, stretching and surrounding him. He kissed me slowly, letting me feel everything, letting me adjust to the newness of him, and then he moved.
We found a rhythm that was more than anything I could have prepared for. More than I’d imagined when I lay awake at night, trying to banish the thought of thisfrom my mind. I clung to him, all control gone, his name leaving my lips again and again as he thrust into me, demanding everything, giving everything.
He slid his hands under my ass, knocking a set of blueprints off the desk. I wrapped my legs around him, and he filled me so completely I could only moan in response, meeting his movements and surrendering to the mindless frenzy of it. There was only us, and I couldn’t stop, amazed at how perfectly we fit together. He drove into me hard, almost too fast, knowing exactly what I wanted, knowing what I needed, his voice hoarse in my ear, telling me not to hold back, not to be afraid, to take this, take all of it, all of him.
I lost track of everything, every sense overwhelmed as I reached another dizzying high, the pressure inside building once again, coiling, snapping loose. This climax was powerful, electric. I bucked wildly against him, gasping his name, releasing everything at once.
He gripped me fiercely, chasing me to the peak, lost in the sensation of us. We flew together, and I felt him let go, a long, broken moan that was all I’d wanted to hear. He followed me over the edge, and the pleasure was blinding. We crashed down together, all the tension gone, and he collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.
We lay tangled in the aftermath, surrounded by the mess we’d made, panting and sweat-slicked. The air was thick with the scent of sex, with the reality of what we’d done.
Chase lifted his head, smoothing my hair back, his expression unreadable. His eyes searched mine, dark and intense, and he whispered two words, “Stay tonight.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Finn was safe with Mom. Tomorrow, this would change everything. But tonight…
I nodded.
His body relaxed against mine, and he smiled. “I’m glad we talked this through.”
My returning smile lit me from within. “Oh, I don’t think we’re done with the conversation just yet. Maybe we should talk more in your bedroom.”
