Crazy Love(86)

“Yes. Proud of you. There are what, eight other women who were supposed to be running that event? And from what I saw, when the shit hit the fan, you and Amber were the only two who didn’t freak out and got the job done.”

Amber had been a lifesaver. Honestly, Krista would not have been home before tomorrow afternoon if Amber hadn’t been there. The two of them had worked well together. But it hadn’t been anything special.

“I just cleaned up messes. That’s all.” Krista stood and crossed to her dresser. After pulling out Chase’s shirt (the one she’d kept since middle school), she slipped off her dress. “It was no big deal.”

When she reached back to unhook her bra, she realized that she was still wearing her heels, which surprisingly had not been as painful as she’d anticipated. They actually had good arch support. Still arch support or no arch support, she was dying to get out of them.

“It was a big deal,” Chase said, his eyes following her as she crossed back to the chair. “You handled every situation with class and a level head. It was amazing. Even I wanted to lose it after the cleaning crew didn’t show up, but you just rolled up your sleeves, figured out what needed to be done, and got it done. It was sexy as hell.”

“Sexy, huh?” she laughed as she sat back down on the chair, being careful not to sit on the edge in case anything spooked her.

“Yes. Sexy,” Chase rasped, the look in his eye causing a fluttering deep in her belly.

Krista wanted to get in bed with him and follow up on that fluttering ASAP. Taking steadying breaths she leaned down and began to unbuckle her shoe.

“Leave them on,” Chase’s gravelly voice commanded.

She was about to ask why when she remembered his promise in the dressing room. The fluttering feeling in her belly turned to a pulsing ache as her core tightened in anticipation. Krista’s eyes lifted and she watched with bated breath as Chase stood in a fluid commanding motion and stalked across the room. He stopped directly in front of her, his eyes staring down at hers.

Krista’s head tilted back, unable to break away from his captivating stare. Looming over her, Chase looked overwhelmingly sexy. Dominant. Male.

Even though her eyes were locked on his she could see his dark gray drawstring sweats which rode low on his waist. There was a large bulge sticking out of them that made her mouth water and drew her gaze lower like a magnet. On her way down, her eyes drank in the lean lines of the strong muscular planes of Chase’s chest and the dips and contours of his rippling abs.

How he was able to be in this kind of shape while maintaining his career, she had no idea. Krista shivered as her inner walls began pulsing without him even laying a finger on her. Her breaths were coming in shallow pants as her entire body became fiercely heated with desire. Chase’s breaths were also labored as he exhaled loudly through his nose.

Part of her wanted to reach out, remove his pants, and put his large manhood in her mouth. Krista wanted to feel every intimate ridge of his length as she worked his shaft with her tongue and lips. She was sitting in the perfect position to do just that. But something stopped her. As much as she wanted to make love to him with her mouth another part of her wanted to wait, let him take the lead, and surrender control completely for one night.

Decisions, decisions. What was a girl to do?

“Stand up,” he instructed firmly.

Her entire body clenched with need at his authoritative tone.

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Decision made.

Rising slowly, she felt her body quiver with excitement. She lifted her heavy eyelids up, when her gaze peeked out below them and met his, her legs began trembling beneath her. His compelling stare was dark with passion.

His light amber eyes were fixed on hers as he roughly commanded, “Turn around.”

Krista’s heart beat erratically in her chest as she did what he’d told her to. Her vision was blurry with passion as she pivoted around, her back facing Chase’s chest.

Part of her was still warring with letting him take the lead completely, to give her body and it’s responses over to him. Krista liked control. She needed control. She’d already trusted Chase with her heart and had been rewarded with more love than she even knew existed. She was hoping for similar rewards for trusting him implicitly with her body.

“Do you remember what I promised you?” his deep voice sent a lightening flash of arousal to her sex.

She nodded, unable to speak at the overwhelming sensations rioting through her. Excitement. Desire. Need.

When her eyes focused again, she realized she could see both of their reflections in the mirror of her vanity table in front of her. The window on the far wall in her room let in enough light that she could see them both clearly. Chase stood behind her, hands at his sides, his large body framing hers.