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Beautifully Awake(34)



“What a selfish, fucking idiot.” His voice got angry. Oh, you have no idea. “Watching you come was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His loss was my honor. I can’t wait to put that look back on your beautiful face and hear you scream my name again. I’m giving you advanced warning—you can retire your vibrator, baby, because I don’t share.”



Oh. My. God.

“I don’t ... actually ... have one.”

“Bullshit, baby. I just acquainted myself with your greedy pussy, there’s no way she’s been satisfied with your little fingers ... truth.”

Shoot me now.

“Okay. Fine. The shower head, okay?” The flame in my cheeks burned. “Can we stop talking about this?”

His lips turned up slightly.

“A shower head, huh? Don’t be embarrassed ... that’s fucking hot, baby. I’m hard just picturing it.” He rolled on top of me, supporting most of his weight on his arms and pushed his hard length into my stomach. It felt even bigger than before. Not possible. My fingertips explored every muscle of his rippled back as if it was Braille and held a secret message.

“Um, thanks, but it’s your turn ... embarrassing story.” I kissed his chin.

“First, that was selfish fuck-face’s embarrassing story, not yours. Understand?” he clipped, as if he was defending my honor.

What could I say to that? “Um. Thanks ... but it’s still your turn.”

“Okay. Is falling off stage embarrassing enough?” A small laugh escaped his lips. “When we were in high school, we were in a band. Mostly to piss the parents off. One weekend we did a gig in the village, a real dive of a club. The stage was a total piece of shit. Mid-riff, I tripped over a guitar pedal and fell flat on my face, right off the stage.”

The visual flashed in my mind and I chuckled. “Aw. Did you get hurt?”

He growled and sucked my ear. “Yeah, totally busted my ego.”

“Poor baby. Glad to see you made a full recovery with no long lasting effects.”

“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.