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Chase was holding on by a thin thread of control. He was about two seconds away from ripping Krista’s panties off. The only thing that was stopping him from doing just that was the reaction Krista had had when he’d tried to kiss her at the table.
Never before had Krista responded to him like that. He’d been her first everything and she’d never reacted so nervously, so…scared. She obviously wasn’t ready to be with him if she couldn’t even kiss him.
When he’d followed her into the kitchen, hand to God, his only intention had been to make sure that she was okay. But when he’d stepped behind her and felt her body radiating with tension, he’d known that he could easily relieve that tension. So he’d done just that and he hadn’t even removed a stitch of her clothing.
Watching her climax had nearly caused him to do the same thing in his pants. He loved the way her body moved, the noises she made. But what Chase loved more than anything, the one thing that he used to lie awake in his bed and ache for, was the way she always held on to him when she came. No matter what position they were in, she had to hold on to him. If it was doggy-style, then she reached back and gripped his arms. If he was going down on her, then she either grabbed his shoulders or his forearms. But no matter what, she held him tightly. When she did, it filled an empty place inside of him that only her desperate touch could fill.
Now, as he held her body against his, he could feel the heat of the moisture from her release in her panties. His jeans were damp with it. His jaw tightened as he tried to remain still while she peppered his neck with gentle, hot, hungry kisses.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered against his skin between presses of her lips.
“I’ve missed you too,” he said, letting the words she’d spoken absorb into him. In the back of his mind he’d known that she had, but to hear her say the words filled him with a sense of calm and belonging that he’d only ever felt in her arms.
Krista leaned back from him, her eyes glimmering with desire as she ran her hands firmly down his body to his waistband. When she began unbuttoning his pants, he quickly covered her hands with his.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Her blue-green eyes shot to his and she spoke slowly, “Taking off your pants.”
“Krista, we don’t have to do this. Not tonight.”
Confusion filled her expression. “You don’t want to?”
Now he was the one who looked at her like she might be a few cards shy of a full deck. Moving her hand lower so that her palm was pressed firmly against the evidence of his pulsing arousal, he said, “Yes. I want to.”
Biting down on her lower lip, her fingers cupped his aching jean clad shaft. A soft moan escaped her as she released her lip and asked, “Then why can’t we?”
“You’re not ready,” he gritted out.
Lifting her eyebrows, she flipped the positions of their hands and pressed his against her soaked panties. The feel of the moist heat of her sex beneath his fingers caused the flames of his already burning desire to roar to inferno levels.
“Yes. I am,” she said, mimicking the tone he’d just given her. Then, as the corner of her lips turned up in a seductive smile she pressed her fingers against his, manipulating his hand to rub her lace covered damp sex in an erotic caress.
This was the Krista he knew. Bold and sensual. A sexy smartass. He wanted to take her at face value—or in this case, wet panty. Still, a part of him held back. He never wanted to experience what he had when she’d been paralyzed from his kiss.
He knew that she’d said that she wanted him and her body was down with the plan, but he needed to know that she was really okay with this. With anyone else, the moisture he felt beneath his touch would be enough. But this was Krista. There was only one way he could know for sure that she was ready – mind, body, and soul.
“Kiss me,” he commanded.
Her brows bunched as she asked, “Is this like a Pretty Woman thing or…” Then her eyes registered in understanding, as the root of his hesitation dawned on her. “Oooh, I get it. Okay,” she said with a ‘challenge accepted’ clip in her tone. His dick swelled beneath his zipper as he saw the ‘game on’ light switch to the up position in her sultry gaze.
Krista’s beautiful eyes locked with his as she slowly ran her tongue along the seam of her perfect pink lips. Chase’s heart was pounding hard against his ribcage as he waited anxiously for her to lean forward, to make any movement towards him. But instead, she reached down to her lap, bunched the material that had gathered there in her fists, then pulled her dress up and over her head.