That explains the tattoo on his back and the images on his bike. Chase has never mentioned it. He hasn’t mentioned his family at all actually.
“Where are they?” he asked. I reached over to my bedside table, pulling the box out of the drawer, passing it to him, the whole time praying he wasn’t expecting me to put it on. I wouldn’t have a friggin’ clue what to do.
“The box isn’t opened.”
“Yeh…ummm, I haven’t needed them until now.” Crap. I needed to change the subject. I looked up at him and found him smiling down at me. “What?” I asked. I had no idea why he was smiling at me like that.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head again. He opened the box and pulled out a long strip, before placing the box back in the drawer. Oh my. Did he intend on using all those? After ripping one open with his teeth, he dropped the rest on the floor. “For later,” he smirked. The thought of later had me smiling on the inside.
I watched in amazement as he rolled it on, all the time thinking, ‘shit I hope that monstrosity fits inside me’. He climbed back over me and settled between my legs. He was giving me that look again. It sent a shiver coursing through my body.
He brushed my hair off my face. “I’ve dreamed about this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he whispered as his lips came down to mine. I was glad because his words brought tears to my eyes, and I would’ve hated for him to see that. Truth is, I’d dreamed about this moment too. I never thought it would happen, but was super glad that it was going to.
He shifted his body so he was positioned at my opening. Here goes nothing, I thought. His lips were still on mine as he pushed a little inside me. I closed my eyes and braced for what was to come. “Shit you’re tight,” he groaned.
“Sorry,” I said innocently. He chuckled at my comment as he pulled back to look at me. He was smiling again.
“Don’t be fucking sorry, you feel amazing.”
My hands moved up to cup his face. I needed his lips on me. I also didn’t want him looking at me when he pushed all the way in. I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I was going to try my hardest not to let him know, but my facial expressions more than likely would give me away.
I felt him pull back a little and then ‘BOOM’, holy craaaap... I wanted to scream but I bit down on the inside of my cheek and fisted one of my hands in the sheet instead. Breathe…Breathe…I was trying to relax. I could feel my body tensing up. Breathe…Breathe…
“Oh fuck, you feel like heaven,” I heard him mumble.
Breathe, Angel…Breathe…
He raised his head to look at me. Shit, he must’ve sensed something. “Are you okay?” I nodded and plastered a smile on my face.
“I’m wonderful.” Well that wasn’t a lie. Being here with him was wonderful. I was pretty positive once my body adjusted it wouldn’t hurt so much. He smiled again before leaning down to brush his lips against mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. I loved the way he kissed me. I could kiss him all day and never tire of it.
He pulled out of me again then pushed back in, groaning loudly into my mouth. This time it didn’t hurt so much. I think the breathing helped me relax.
He was now moving in and out, in and out. With every thrust it felt better and better. Before long I was moving too, as the pleasure swept through my body. I loved the feeling of being connected to him like this.
We ended up having sex another three times. Each time was better than the last. I was feeling a little tender by the end, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.
It was wonderful. He was wonderful. So loving and attentive towards me. He definitely knew how to please a woman. I suppose he’s had a lot of practice. I knew before we got to this point that I had feelings for him. By the end of those few hours, I realised just how much he meant to me. During our time together I got the impression I meant something to him too. That was until the moment I confessed I had feelings for him. That’s when it all went to shit. It’s when he walked out and broke my heart.
CHAPTER TWO
One month earlier…
Chase
What was I thinking? I should’ve known better. But fuck me, if I didn’t want a piece of that sweet arse. My sweet-cheeks. That’s the nickname I have for her. She thinks I’m talking about the cheeks on her face. Sometimes I give them a little pinch after I say it. The truth is, I’m talking about the two sweetest fucking cheeks I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The ones connected to those incredibly long, sexy legs of hers.
These past few months I’ve been running behind her on the track, and fuck me, it’s been both heaven and hell. Heaven, because I get to watch those sweet-cheeks of hers as she runs in front of me. Hell, because it makes my cock fucking ache. She’s been haunting my dreams from the moment I laid eyes on her.