Hot Protector(85)

He put a hand on her head and somehow resisted the urge to hold her hard while he fucked her mouth. His balls tingled and his spine arched. “Baby, you have to stop. Now.”

But she didn’t stop and he reached down, grabbed her, and yanked her up until he could smash his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck with a sigh.

“Oh Chase,” she murmured between kisses. “Love you. It’s crazy, but I do.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said, lifting her up with his hands under her ass and then carrying her into the shower. “Love everything about you, Sophie. Every fucking thing.”

Water flowed over their heads, their bodies. Chase set her down and filled his hands with her breasts. Then he licked and sucked her nipples while she clung to him, making desperate little sounds in her throat.

But he wasn’t done with her. He dropped down her body, dropped to his knees—and then he picked up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. She supported herself against the wall with one hand, the other twisting into his hair.

“Chase, oh my God…” She gasped as he put his mouth on her pussy.

He loved the sounds she made as he swirled his tongue around her clit, the way she rocked against his face when she wanted to direct him right where she needed him, the way her hand tightened in his hair when he teased her too much.

Chase buried his tongue inside her while he worked her with his fingers, and then he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue while he did so.

Sophie came hard. He knew because she swore—and her hand in his hair was almost painful as she kept him right where she wanted him. Her body shuddered and shuddered with her orgasm.

He surged to his feet and took her with him. She squeaked, but then she wrapped her legs around him and he sank her down onto his cock.

He realized right away that something was different. “Oh shit, the condom.”

She kissed him. “It’s okay. I have an implant… I guess I hoped when I moved to New York, I might have a bit more sex in my life. Didn’t happen until you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t get freaky with anyone else,” he said softly. And then his heart melted as he thought about how much she trusted him. “I never go ungloved, Sophie. You need to know that. I’m good.”

“I know you are, baby,” she said. “Now please, for the love of everything, make me come again.”

He pushed her back against the wall and started moving inside her, slow at first. “You’re going to come all right,” he said. “But with me this time.”

“I’ll try. Don’t make me wait though.”

He snorted. “Not sure I can wait, honey.”

He moved faster, pistoning his hips, driving up into her. He was so deep into her, so hard against her, that he thought nothing could ever be more perfect than this. Yeah, they were fucking—but they were also making love. He’d never done that before. And yeah, it was different somehow. Better. The best ever.

“Sophie, baby, come for me.”

She threw her head back, her neck arching—and then she let go, moaning loud and long. Chase followed, coming harder than he ever had in his life as he shot himself into her. It felt fucking fantastic. Amazing. He pressed his face to her throat, breathed her in.

When he straightened, Sophie opened her eyes and smiled. And his world lit up.

“I love you,” she said simply, and the gravity of that statement nearly took him to his knees.

“I love you too, Soph.”

He set her on her feet and she clung to him. “If you want to wait to tell your mother and Tyler, I’m fine with that.”

He gently pulled her head back by the rope of her wet hair. “We’re not waiting to tell anyone. I’m not hiding from anyone.” He frowned as he thought of something. “But Sophie, baby, I can’t move to wherever you are. I’m a soldier, and I have a commitment. It’s not like quitting a job and finding another one. Uncle Sam owns my ass for a few years yet.”

“Then I guess I’m moving here. Like you said, there are acting opportunities in DC. And even if there aren’t, I don’t care. We’ll figure it out.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her gently. “Yeah, we will.”





TWO WEEKS LATER…







“WELL, that certainly explains a lot,” Gina Domenico was saying to Chase as he strummed a guitar while she stood beside him and crossed her arms. “Damn, I thought you looked familiar from time to time… but I would have never guessed you were Tyler Nash’s son.”

Sophie smiled at the way Chase shrugged and kept on strumming. He was good on a guitar and he had a good voice too. He’d apparently never treated his teammates to his singing ability because, it turned out, he sounded a little too much like a certain blues musician. When he’d opened his mouth tonight at Buddy’s Bar, more than one of them had stopped and gaped at him.