“I know you’re sore, let me take care of you.” He placed a wet kiss on each of my inner thighs and stood, dropping his pants. Holy Commando. He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and pulled me in. My back softened into his warm wet chest. His arms banded around my middle, snaking up to knead my breasts. My head fell back to rest on his shoulder. I moaned into the steamy stream of water. His hardening erection pushed into my butt, increasing my already heightened arousal. He licked drops of water from my neck, spending extra time to suck and nip his way up to my ear. Mmm, Dr. Affectionate.
“Do you know how sexy you are, Blue?”
“Um. Do you know how sexy you are?”
His growl sent a shiver up my spine. He slid a slippery hand down my stomach and ended between my legs, circling the rim of my opening with exquisite gentleness.
“I want this so bad, but easy first, baby ... no way I’ll ever tire of hearing you moan my name.” He created a rhythm of constant pleasure. My hips pulsed to the beat until I arched my back into his miracle fingers.
I checked all my inhibitions at the door last night, breathlessly moaning, “Yes, oh Chase, don’t stop.” Then without warning, I exploded repeatedly, pivoting my hips. Panting, I pressed my palm against the shower wall for support while I returned from pure bliss again. He languidly dragged his hands up along my sides, stopping to push my damp hair over my shoulder. His soft wet lips kissed along the top of my collarbone before nuzzling into my neck.
“That’s four. I’ll surprise you for five, but number six, I’m back inside.” He groaned, spinning me around to devour my mouth. I leaned into his chest and hung on. I could spend my life kissing this man and never be satisfied. He swatted my ass and broke our kiss.
“Chase.” I bit my lower lip and ran my hands over his slippery chest. Hmm … sexy and wet and the promise of later ... mmm.
“You’re addicting, baby. If I don’t stop kissing you we’ll never get anywhere. Come on, turn around and let me wash you.” He grabbed my poof and soaped my body. Touching, caressing, massaging every inch.
“Mmm, I’ve never been so clean.” I seductively batted my eyelashes and licked my lips.
“You’re teasing me and my self control is running out,” he joked.
Feeling possessed and more wanton, I whispered, “Um. Last time I checked, only my vagina was on the injured reserved list. My mouth-” He cut me off before I could finish what would have been the boldest sentence of my life. He tangled his hands in my wet hair, and his lust-filled eyes locked only inches from mine.
“Don’t even, that pretty little mouth is going to be my reward.”
“Reward?” I blushed.
“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?
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.