“Ready, baby?” He was making sure I was ready. He cared. With that one gesture, he took the time to appreciate and respect my body like no one else ever had. I exploded with want. The emptiness he created was eager to be filled.
“Blue. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you. I need to know you’re ready.”
The whisper barely escaped my throat, “Yes,” and I felt him at my entrance. In one continuous motion he buried himself, painfully stretching me to the point of pure pleasure. I cried out and he instantly swallowed my groans. He deserved to hear what he was doing to me. “Oh god, Chase, you feel so good.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me ... fuck, baby.”
My hips drove forward, meeting his thrust. Perfect synchrony. He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into me with increasing force. Over and over, his pace was punishing. The fire in my core built again, and I matched him thrust for thrust. I am going to come again.
“Let it go, baby, come. Now.”
On command, I arched back, and this time I screamed his name. It violently ripped through me; this orgasm more intense that the first. With two more thrusts, Chase’s body shuddered against mine, and he groaned what sounded like my name. Deep inside I felt his final jerks. He stilled and tucked me tightly against his sweat-beaded chest. The intimacy of his embrace matched the entire experience. Perfect.
“You think you can stand?”
My legs were a wobbly mess, but I nodded confidently anyway. He had been holding me with such ease since we walked through the door.
He gently lowered me down, never letting go of my waist, and quickly dealt with the condom.
“Let’s get you to bed.” He pulled his pants up with one hand and then swooped me into his arms effortlessly, like I belonged there.
“Down the hall on the right.” I snuggled into the crook of his arm.
“I know, baby. This will be my second time putting you to bed.” He grinned cockily.
“Chase, we still need to talk.” The week-long silent treatment still loomed.
“We will.” He kissed the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but smile. I had never seen Chase like this. Relaxed. Content. Sated. His gorgeous eyes still held heaviness but Dr. Intensity was gone, at least for now. And I liked it. I liked Dr. Sexy. Holy shit, did I.
My small apartment was all of two and a half rooms. It took Chase’s long legs seconds to reach my bedroom, or should I say, nook. Like the entrance hallway, the same long windows flanked the ten-foot walls. Flowing silk pewter draperies secured my privacy but left the top perimeter of glass bare, allowing natural light to filter in.
I fell in love with the space the day I moved in, but never appreciated it more than I did watching Chase lower me onto my bed. His bare chest and face was illuminated by the soft glow of the night sky. He was dangerously breathtaking.
“Baby, I need to move the car. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He gently lifted the sheet over my naked, sated body and palmed my cheek. He ran the pad of his thumb softly across my bottom lip. Mmm. Definitely not moving. Ever.
“Okay.”
Chase turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness beyond my nook. I heard him grab what I could only assume was the remnants of his shirt off the floor, followed by the click of the door. He was gone less than a minute before reality dawned on me. The only reason to re-park the car was if he was planning on staying ... the night ... with me. A pang pinched my side and my stomach flipped.
I just got mind-blowingly fucked against a wall and the thought of Dr. Orgasm spending the night with me made me suddenly nervous. Really, Lil? Thinking to yourself in third person was never a good sign, so I abruptly ended my lunacy and raced to the bathroom, hoping to get cleaned up before Chase got back. Time was tight.
As dreamy as the “don’t move” plan sounded, my post-sex reality was a far cry from all my romance novels. It had been a really long time, not that I could ever compare tonight to any experience I had in the past, but I vaguely remembered the “freshly-fucked” look not being my best. My mascara-smudged face screamed anything but sexy. Not to mention my thighs felt like they were stuck together with Elmer’s glue. Thank god for Sierra, her pre-wedding laser hair removal obsession totally worked out in my favor.
I washed up and had just enough time to tug on a clean tank and thong and then climbed back into bed. I heard his footsteps. Excitement and relief washed through me. A small part of me feared he might have changed his mind, but my insecurity vanished the second his chiseled face appeared from the darkness.
His shirt hung open. He folded his arms across his chest and casually leaned against the wall, studying me like the MRI images he methodically memorized before each surgery.