“Took a shit load of Band-Aids.”
I liked Dr. Playful.
“So what happened to the band? Is that how it all ended?”
“Yeah ... a real tragedy.”
I sensed the nostalgia come over him. Anyone else I would let savor the moment, but for some reason, I was slowly learning that even the most random moments of silence seemed to summon Dr. Intensity. And music definitely seemed to be a sore subject. I was enjoying Dr. Playful too much to risk the moment souring.
“So you couldn’t make it as a rock star in the big city, so you totally sold out and became a brain surgeon ... psst ... underachiever.” As if. I couldn’t keep a straight face if I tried.
“Glad I entertained you. But can we end this enlightening game now? I have other plans for entertaining you. How’s your math?”
Just like that, Chase’s playful eyes glazed over with unmistakable hunger that was mesmerizing. He uttered a low growl. Mmm. Dr. Sexy. Dropping more of his body weight on me, his hands reached into my hair, massaging my scalp. It was maddening. I had never felt anything even close to this. His strong thighs nudged my legs apart to accommodate his large body, his erection brushed against my flat stomach. Years of reluctance were replaced with thoughts of him filling me again. My hips instinctively pushed up greedily, wanting all of this man.
His lips covered mine while his tongue explored and claimed every inch of my mouth, completely devastating my senses. My hands mimicked his tongue, mapping his back and his god-like ass. If this was all a sick dream, I never wanted to wake up.
He broke our kiss and pushed up until he was sitting on his knees. His hands reached under me, cupping my bottom to roll my thong down as far as my spread legs would allow. He lifted my legs and jerked the drenched fabric over my feet and sent it sailing across the room.
“Better,” he growled.
Instead of dropping my legs back down, Chase opened my thighs wide, and pressed my knees against my breasts. My sex was completely open and exposed. Lord help me.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, I can’t wait to taste you.” His expression was that of a man starved. “Already so wet for me.” He spread me with his fingers, staring intently. He licked his lower lip and my walls clenched with anticipation. My hips automatically rose. If I wasn’t so drugged with lust I would have been mortified, we just had sex. Shouldn’t this be gross? This was all new to me.
Selfish fuck-face (I liked Chase’s name for him better) made it clear on more than one occasion that “going down” was a waste of his time since I couldn’t get off anyway. Like I suffered from a sexual disability, and all attempts at therapy were futile.
His look alone as he examined for the perfect spot to launch his assault could have set off my detonation. My thighs shook with a fine tremor of excitement, while my tension within built at a furious pace. Chase’s stormy eyes glued to my sex as he lowered his face to just above my opening and inhaled my scent.
“Mmm, so sweet.”
My head fell back, my fingers tangled his hair, and my bottom shot up all in unison, begging for release.
“Eyes on me, Blue.” His command might as well have fallen on deaf ears. There was no way I could move.
“Blue. Eyes.”
I tried to scream I can’t, but I lost all ability to speak. For some reason I trusted this man, knew he would put an end to this exquisite torture for me. I mustered every ounce of control and met his gaze.
My eyes were all he needed to launch his attack. His warm mouth was on me. His pace was excruciating. This was better than any fantasy. The intense pressure built deep in my core, mirroring the crescendo of my throaty cries. He lapped at me as if I was his personal oasis, while his talented tongue found my opening, seeking entrance. A throbbing pleasure shot to my sex. I was so close. Orgasm inevitable. He locked his lips around my bundle of nerves until I shattered, screaming the only syllable I could find. “Chase.” My hips bucked in wild abandon. He tightened his hold and his mouth swallowed every pulse of pleasure.
I saw heaven.
Concentrating on catching my breath, Chase kissed my thighs. I found my voice. “That was incredible.”
“No, that was three.”
Oh. He was keeping count. Holy shit. One night with this man and I could safely say he just completed my hat trick. He crawled back up my body leaving trails of kisses along his way. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine. A deep possessive kiss. As if he knew exactly what I needed and exactly what he had just done. Completely rocked my world. I tasted myself on his tongue and it only added to this amazingly raw and erotic moment.
My hand snaked between our bodies in pursuit of my craving. Chase stopped me. I was confused and suddenly self-conscious.
“One more truth.”
“What?”
“How long has it been? And please don’t lie to me.”
My cheeks flamed.
“Um, about thirty minutes, give or take a minute,” I retorted with my feeble attempt at dodging the question.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
Yeah, I knew. But why did it matter now?
“Why does it matter now? I think we’ve established I’m a sure thing at this point.” Please don’t push this.
“Because I don’t want to hurt you. Baby, you are so incredibly tight and you’re already swollen. Tell me.” His concern rocked me.
“Um. Three years.”
“Fuck, Blue, you should have said something. I could have hurt you.” He oozed sincerity.
“You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.” Better than fine. My groin throbbed for more than one reason. A dose of Motrin would deal with that later. I tensed my thighs around his hard length, hoping to urge him on and end this conversation.
“Baby, I want nothing more than to drive into you again, but I don’t trust myself ... you have no idea what you just did to me, watching you come in my mouth, screaming my name. I’d tear you in half. Not an option.” Damn. “Besides, I need this,” he cupped between my legs, “in good health to reach my goal.” This man was going to be the death of me.
“Goal … care to share?”
“How high can you count?”
My eyes widened. “So tell me, in your professional opinion, what’s my, um, projected recovery time?”
“Hard to tell. Don’t worry. I’ll be keeping a very, very close personal eye on the situation.” He flashed a mischievous grin and gave me a quick, gentle kiss. I could definitely get used to this.
He rolled on his back and pulled me tight against his chest, planting the sweetest kiss on my head. “Time to sleep, Blue. Speeds the healing process. Doctor’s orders.”
Mmm. Sleep. Physically spent and beyond sated, sleep sounded blissful. Especially wrapped in the warmth of this man’s strong arms. Two weeks of five AM wake ups, extra long runs and sleepless nights—I was exhausted. Tonight I did something I’d never done, I lived in the moment, succumbing to desire and giving in to my anger. I was still not okay with the cold shoulder he gave me all week with no explanation, but I realized I hoped in time he would trust me enough to explain why he walked away. I felt something tonight and realized I missed feeling. I greedily wanted more. I suddenly wanted to take a chance on anything and everything this man had to offer. Yes, he was confusing as all hell, but now I’d seen a side of him that I never expected. He was intense and dominant, but he was also playful and gentle. He physically took me to places I had begun to doubt existed outside a hot romance novel. More than anything, he made me feel sexy and desired. Part of me wanted to fight to stay awake and never let this night end. What if I woke up tomorrow and this was just a dream? What if either one of us woke up second guessing what we had done, tainting the memory?