Sleeping with Mr. Sexy(16)

“I’m proud of you.”

That makes me smile. “I can feel your giddiness from here, and it’s making me all giddy, and I don’t think I have anything to be giddy about… yet, so I’m gonna go.”

I spend another thirty minutes sitting there, looking around, my knee anxiously bouncing. Finally, I see the older man and Chase walking out the large brass doors with another man and a woman in tow. I stand up, once again unsure what I should do. I hear the man say to Chase, “You’ve got company.”

Chase looks over, and a small smile crosses his face. He says something to the group and then jogs down the steps to me. “What are you still doing here?”

“She didn’t compare to whom?” I ask, quirking my head to the side. I can’t afford to make assumptions at this point in our relationship, if we even have a relationship at this point.

He smiles, and says, “You waited over an hour out here just to ask me that?”

“You’ve waited longer.” I throw the truth out there, finally acknowledging how much he liked me, loved me, whatever.

“Touché, Miss Nichols.” He bites the inside of his cheek, and narrows his eyes at me. Taking my hand in his, he starts walking down the steps. “Come over tonight. I’ll make you dinner, and we can talk.”

I love the feel of his strong hand securely holding mine. “Okay.”

He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, and pulls a business card from inside his jacket pocket along with a pen. After scribbling something on the back, he hands it to me. “Here’s my address. I have a late meeting I can’t get out of. Can you do eight?”

I take the card, looking down at the address. For some reason, I’m surprised he doesn’t live in the same apartment he used to. “You moved?”

“The old place… It held too many memories.”

“It held memories with me.”

Walking backwards, away from me, he asks, “So tonight?”

I nod. “Yes, tonight.”

“Bye, Lydia,” he says with a mischievous smile.

“Bye.” Standing where he left me, I wave good-bye. After taking a deep breath, I release it and all the worry I was carrying with me. I have a feeling tonight I might get more than just answers and that makes me happy for the first time in forever.

Five hours until I make it right or break us forever.

The events from the last night we spent together are fuzzy, but I know I enjoyed myself before I woke up in his bed covered in regret. Sitting on the couch, I watch TV to take my mind off the nerves that feel like flickering circuits under my skin. With nothing entertaining on, I close my eyes.

Chase always made me feel good about myself. That night he made me feel good in a whole new way…

“I want you so much, Chase.” I pull him up my body by the biceps and kiss him again, needing him in the most intimate way possible.

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I want you, Lydia.”

He pulls at my shirt until he gets it off then tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, not knowing how much that delicate silk shirt cost me. I’m not caring either as I start on the zipper of my skirt, and apparently doing a piss poor job. Grabbing a hold of my hips, he flips me onto my stomach and unzips the skirt. I lift my middle up into the air for him, and he slides the skirt over my ass and down my legs and drops it to the floor. His hands caress my bare ass then I feel his body pressing against me which causes us both to moan in pleasure.

“You’re a very naughty boy, Mr. Andrews.”

When he lifts up, he laughs, and I quickly turn over, shifting up the bed so our legs aren’t hanging off the edge. Chase stands and slips his briefs down, revealing himself to me truly for the first time. He’s not shy, and he’s definitely not embarrassed. He’s hard and smooth, and large, having every right to feel confident naked.

“Lydia?”

“Yeah,” I answer, letting my gaze meander over the taut muscles of his abdomen.

“I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you,” he starts saying, crawling across the bed toward me. “I want to say this will be beautiful, and it will be, but it might not be long, and it might not be as gentle as I think you deserve.”

I gulp, never realizing how much I wanted him before until he said he’s going to have his way with me. I’m going to let him, too.

He hovers over me. The tip of his erection is touching my stomach. He reaches for my silk thong on the sides and starts gliding it down over my hips. “I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be inside of you right now…” He stops to catch his own breath, the moment taking it away from him.