“Oh my god, Chase!” Reagan’s voice was a breathy sigh as she undulated her body above his. Every rock of her hips he met with a thrust of his own, drawing gasps from her that sent even more arousal straight to his rock-hard length.
With no barrier between them it was far too little time before Chase could feel the tingle up and down his spine that told him his orgasm was imminent. Desperate to hold on to this incredible feeling, he surged up off the couch, with Reagan in his arms, still thrust deep into her body. She shrieked his name as he strode swiftly down the hall to his bedroom. Once there, Chase gently lowered Reagan to the bed, still keeping himself seated within her. He captured her hands in his, threading their fingers together. Now, with him on top, their eyes locked together as he slowly began to move in and out. He felt her let sensation take over, her body moving of its own volition, but her gaze never left his.
Moments later, the familiar climb toward orgasm began again. This time Chase welcomed it and sped up his thrusts, determined to make Reagan fly off into climax with him.
“Come with me, Red,” he growled out as he bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Look at me, Chase,” she replied on a moan. He did as she asked, bringing his eyes and his mouth up to meet hers once again. Seconds later her sex clenched around him and she let go in the most spectacular release he had ever seen, sending Chase soaring into his own right after.
Slowly, Chase felt his heart rate return to normal. Lying in his bed with Reagan tangled in his arms, their legs entwined and her head resting on his chest was the most amazing feeling in the world, and if he could, he would stay like this forever.
“I think you need to call the record guy.” Reagan’s voice was still filled with the haze of post-orgasm bliss, but her words were clear.
Chase turned his head to look down at her, surprised by what she had said. “Really, babe? Why?”
She pulled out of his embrace and wrapped the sheet under her arms. Chase would have hated that except for the look of love she gave him.
“Because, we need to know what he has to offer. You’re a rock star, Chase, we can’t deny that, just as long as you always remember you’re MY rock star.”
Chase reached up and pulled her back down in to his arms. “Damn right, I’m yours, Reagan.” He sighed. “Okay, I’ll call him. I must admit, I’m curious about what he’ll offer. But I’m not doing anything he asks unless you’re in it with me, got it?”
Reagan smiled up at him before she nuzzled back into the spot under his arm that she fit so perfectly.
“I got it.”
Chapter 19
After a leisurely breakfast, that involved as much kissing as it did eating, Chase called Richie to set a time to talk. The resulting invitation for them to come to his hotel for an exclusive party with some other industry representatives, sent a weird feeling through Reagan, but she had already voiced her support to Chase, so couldn’t back out now.
The party was that evening, so Reagan headed home reluctantly to try and find something to wear. Even though Chase had reassured her that anything she chose would be fine, she was nervous about making the wrong decision and looking out of place. There was only one person she could think to call who would be able to give her the right attitude boost. Melanie was a new friend for her, but Reagan knew that the beautiful, confident woman was exactly who she needed.
When Melanie arrived, Reagan was wearing a short silk robe and had pulled out several outfit choices. She had done her hair in soft waves and applied some smoky eye makeup.
“Alright, girlfriend, let’s make you look stunning.” Meanie clapped her hands together as she strode into Reagan’s bedroom. She quickly appraised the clothing Reagan had set out, muttering under her breath as she moved things around, switching one top with another and stepping back with a critical eye.
“Where are your skirts?” she asked expectantly. Wordlessly, Reagan gestured to her closet, choosing to stand back and let hurricane Melanie work her magic.
Ten minutes and five outfits later, Reagan examined herself in the mirror. The black faux leather skirt was one she’d forgotten about, purchased when she was still with Eric as an attempt to be sexy for him. She’d never worn it, lacking the confidence to pull it off and fearful he would laugh at her. Melanie had paired it with a daring, deep purple top that had built in bra cups and a plunging, open back. One strip of fabric across the back of her neck held it together and it draped in a flattering way that showed off the curve of her spine and her new tattoo. The blouse had been a gift from Daniel, who was always trying to push Reagan to show off what he called her ‘sexy mamacita’side. She doubted Simon knew he had sent it, as her big brother would never want to see her something so revealing.
“Wow. Are you sure I can pull this off?” Reagan asked as she turned side to side, taking in the sultry woman looking back at her.
Melanie crossed her arms and fixed Reagan with a direct stare. “Of course you can. You’re a freaking bombshell, and this outfit shows off all the best parts. Chase is going to think he died and went to red-headed beauty heaven.”
Reagan smiled wistfully. “Thank you, Mel,” she said, then turned to look at her friend. “I knew you would be able to help me find the perfect outfit and kick my ass into feeling good about tonight.”
Melanie gave a soft smile of understanding in return. “I get it, Reags, I know you’re nervous. You’ve been hurt before. But the trick with sexy confidence is to fake it till you make it. Don’t let anyone see how freaked out you are on the inside, just let them see a gorgeous, seductive woman. Eventually, you’ll be able to believe that you are that woman and everything else will fall away.”
Reagan walked over and hugged her friend. She didn’t know all of the details of Melanie’s past experiences with men, but knew she had been deeply, emotionally damaged by her previous marriage. Underneath the brash exterior of the other woman lay a vulnerable and cautious heart.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Mel.”
“Me too, girl. Now, put on some lipstick and go charm the pants off your rock star.”
Reagan laughed cheekily. “It won’t take lipstick to get his pants off.”
“That’s my girl!” was Melanie’s cheerful response. The two women hugged then made their way toward Reagan’s front door. “I hope you have an amazing time tonight, Reags. I’ve got to head to the pub to meet up with Noah so we can plan our next long ride, but I’ll be thinking of you!”
Reagan smiled. The faint flush on Mel’s cheeks as she talked about her plans to get together with Noah was telling. They claimed to just be friends who happened to enjoy long distance cycling together, but Reagan was starting to suspect a deeper attraction was blossoming.
