“Double digits, baby.” He mischievously raised his brow and kissed the tip of my nose. “Damn. The thought of those lips around my cock. I was determined before ... now I’m a man on a mission.”
OMG.
“Are you really not going to let me, you know, until-” My flush deepened.
“Double digits. Then you get whatever you want. Trust me. Pretty sure this is a win-win.” His devilish grin was sexier than sin. How could I argue with a man on a mission?
“Now, I have a surprise and I really want to get us there ... so stop eying my junk, sweetness. Not gonna happen.”
It was hard to explain exactly what I felt when he looked at me like that. The only thing that came to mind was lucky. Like drawing the last get out of jail free card after passing go and collecting two hundred, only to find out I inherited boardwalk and park place with hotels. Insanely over-the-top lucky. I hoped to enjoy whatever this was between us, at least as long as one of those damn games lasted.
“Get us there? Ooo, tell me?”
“Nope, a surprise is a surprise.” He grabbed the shampoo and lathered my hair. All business. My scalp got the same heavenly pampering as my body. I wasn’t complaining, more like melting.
“Rinse, Lil.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed me affectionately.
“I want to wash you.”
“Next time, baby, time to pack.” He pushed me out of the door.
“Pack?” I questioned, while stepping out of the shower to grab a towel. Where was he taking me?
9
Surgeon and details
Packed for something, I plopped down in the front seat of his sleek convertible. I sunk back and ogled his car. It was immaculate and almost as beautiful as him. Clean crisp lines, bronze infused leather, hard wood and stainless steel accents screamed all things Chase. I had a gut feeling this car was expensive. Like, really expensive. Maybe the change in medical reimbursement didn’t hit neurosurgeons yet. A hard-working man like Chase deserved his toy.
Smiling, I removed my sunglasses from my hair and covered my eyes. I admired the exquisite man next to me in his captivating car. This beautiful, cloudless summer day lent perfectly to a road trip with the top down. I must have been dreaming. I pinched my arm. Thank god it hurt.
“Ready?” He smiled.
“Ready, what about you? Don’t we need to go to your place and pack?” He had a clean shirt in his car, since last night’s found its way into my trash, but he was still wearing his dress pants. Commando, yet again.
“I’m good. I plan on being naked as much as possible.” He cockily grinned and rubbed his hand up my bare thigh, sending a jolt directly to my sex. He had a one-track mind. One that I was easily getting used to. “If we have to, we’ll shop a little.”
“Oh shit, I knew I forgot something. I’m supposed to meet Sierra later to go over baby shower stuff. It’s okay, I’m sure we can do it one night this week.” I fished through my bag looking for my phone.
“You sure, Blue? As much as I’m not in the mood to share, I’d rather your best friend not hate me. We didn’t exactly start out on the right foot last night.” He started the engine and hit the button for the top to come down. I silently jumped up and down in my seat.
“That’s sweet, Chase, but she’ll be fine.” After a play by play. I shot Sierra a quick text and folded my leg under my bottom. Chase rested his hand back on my bare thigh. “So I really have to wait, huh? Not even a little hint?”
“Sorry, baby.”
I slumped back into the leather and fake pouted. I had nothing to pout about. I gazed out the window thinking how quickly twelve hours could alter your life. My emotions were on a rollercoaster now, cruising somewhere along could-my-life get-any-freaking-better track. A course I was never privy to. I mentally beamed. Heck, it was my time to enjoy the ride. I weaved my fingers through his. He glanced in my direction and gave me a soft smile.
I playfully tickled his arm. “What do you want to listen to, Dr. Rock-n-Roll?”
“I’m good with whatever,” he deadpanned. Why’d he do that?
“You sure?” I flipped through the channels and landed on the Swedish House Mafia hit, “Don’t You Worry, Child.” I hummed for a moment. I loved that song. His hand abruptly left my thigh and gripped the steering wheel. His jaw tightened and his knuckles whitened as the volume of the lead singer’s voice escalated. The lump in my throat kept me from swallowing, and a swarm of bees took over my stomach. Dr. Intensity was back. “I liked the peaceful silence.” I turned it off. The trigger of his tension was obvious. I attempted to diffuse the looming intensity by lightly massaging his neck. Chase and music just didn’t mix. It didn’t make sense; he was in a band growing up. “You okay?”
He slightly relaxed with my touch as I watched the pulse in his neck bound continuously.
“You want to talk about it?” I headbanded my glasses and studied him closer. His eyes never wavered from the road. “Was it the music?” I continued to stroke down his rigid arms.
“I’m fine, Lil, I’m fine.”
“Truth, Chase.”
“Not now.” He released his grip on the wheel, making himself comfortable between my legs. Losing focus almost immediately to his miracle fingers, my body fell to command. His rhythmic touch had my mind spinning and my body ablaze. This man was going to kill me.
Two windblown hours later, the city skyline stole my breath.
“Oh Chase, I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to come to New York.”
He leaned over the center console and ran his fingers through my hair.
“Come here, Blue.” He coaxed me closer, awarding my lips with a sweet, soft kiss. I smiled under his touch as the butterflies quietly fluttered. That kiss made something deep within me warm all over.
“Mmm.” I brushed my fingertips along his stubble. His morning shadow covered his cheeks and chin. His hair was windblown and he wore dark rimmed aviator glasses, making him look sexily disheveled. My sex tightened and my heart quickened. Two responses I was beginning to crave.
“Sooo, what’s on the agenda in the city that never sleeps?”
“Definitely not sleep.” He winked at me under his shades and restarted his assault on my inner thigh. After losing my thong an hour and thirty minutes back and increasing my tally by one (my surprise number five), it seemed as rapidly as Dr. Intensity flashed his ugly head Dr. Sexy reawakened. Our playful banter and lots of touching was distraction enough for now.
I sat up in my seat and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of New York City. I was like a kid in a candy store on senses overload. My head bounced from one window to the next, trying to capture every moment.
“Good Afternoon, Dr. Colton. How was your ride?” Distracted by the stop and go of the city traffic, I hadn’t realized we reached our destination. An older white-gloved man, dressed in dark grey and a matching hat opened his car door.
“I’m good, Charles, how’ve you been?”
“Well. Thank you.”
Chase’s large frame smoothly exited his low riding car to tower over the older gentleman. I unclicked my seatbelt and began to stir, taming my wild hair and righting my pale yellow sundress. Shit. My torn thong was in his pocket. Even I knew pale yellow and bright summer sun was not a combination that worked with no underwear.
“How long are you staying, Sir?”
“Just until tomorrow, Charles, probably late afternoon. Can you have the car waiting?”
“Of course, Sir, and I’ll have your bags brought right up.”