Sleeping with Mr. Sexy(21)
Chase jumps to his knees, grabs my hips, and pulls me under the sheet with him. His long fingers take to my ribs, and he tickles me. Through my pleas to stop, he says, “Tell me.” The tickle torture continues. “You know what I want to hear. I want you to tell the truth.” Tickle. “What’d we do last night?” He pokes me one more time for good measure.
“Okay!” I cry out, and he stops tickling, but keeps his fingers positioned, just in case. “Okay, okay. I give. I give.” Letting a bit of playful sarcasm slip out, I ask, “Did we make love last night, Chase?”
He rolls onto his back with a smug smile securely in place. “Damn straight we did.” Turning to lie on his side to face me again, he reaches over with one strong hand on my back and pulls me to him, tucking me under his body. With a glint in his eyes, he says, “I’m feeling like I might want to make more of that love again right now,” he says, his words light but meaningful.
I can feel his erection against my thigh, and I stop laughing, catching my breath. “You’re insatiable!”
“Only around you, my love,” he says, kissing my shoulder, getting me in the mood for some of that love-making business.
“You’re spoiling me. I could get used to this kind of attention.”
“I hope you do,” he says, kissing me again—twice.
“It’s Friday. You want to play hooky today?”
There’s no reluctance when he answers. “Make it a long weekend and you’ve got yourself a deal, Miss Nichols.”
“You only want the three days with me?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
“How about from now on?”
“I like ‘from now on.’ I can work with that.” I smile, enjoying this early morning negotiation.
“So you’ll stay?”
I feign disinterest, but I love being here too much to not try and close this deal. “How long am I invited?”
“How long do you want?”
“You’re being all lawyer-y on me, and I must admit, it’s very hot.”
“If you agree to my terms and stay in this bed, I can be all lawyer-y on you all weekend.”
I giggle, and might be blushing. Actually, by the way my cheeks feel warm, I know I’m blushing. “What would you say if I don’t leave at all?”
“I might be able to be persuaded to agree to that condition.” He kisses me again.
Under a soft white sheet, in the blinding sunlight of morning, in my best friend slash love of my life’s bed, I open my heart up completely, and ask, “Should we make this official then? Make us official, counselor?”
“Definitely. Where do I sign?”
I move on top to straddle him. With a wiggle of my hips, I smirk then lean down and kiss him. Forehead to forehead, I say, “Right here.”
We make us official three times that day, sealing the deal until his name leaves my mouth in a whirlwind of ecstasy every time. I never sleep at my place again. Chase has exceptional taste in expensive sheets. How could I possibly resist luxury like that? But really, it’s him, all him. I can’t live without him. After wasting so much time, we don’t waste another minute.
Every night, with my lips pressed against his, I show him just how much I look forward to spending our forever together. I giggle with a huge smile plastered on my face because I know exactly how lucky I am. “I’m sleeping with Mr. Sexy,” I say, giddiness coating every word.
“We don’t actually do that much sleeping,” The big smile on his face creases the corners of his eyes in such an enticing way.
“I’m good with that.”
He maneuvers on top of me, positioned between my legs. Cupping my face, he says, “Good, because I’ll never get enough of you.”
We kiss and it’s full of passion and possibilities.
“Promise?”
“I promise you my forever, babe.”
“That’s all I ask for,” I tease.
That makes him chuckle. “Not much at all then, huh?”
“More than I ever dreamed possible. You know you never returned my heart.” I lean my head on his shoulder while cuddled into his side.
His arm tightens around me. “I’m keeping it safe right in here,” he says, placing his palm flat against his chest.
Leaning forward, my ear replaces his hand, and I listen to the strong and steady heartbeat of the man I adore. “You know, we’re really together because I cut to the chase.”
“You did not just say that? You are so much better than bad clichés that use my name.” My head vibrates on his chest as he laughs. “I think that deserves torture by tickle.” I jump up, but I’m not fast enough. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto the mattress. Hovering over me with my arms pinned above my head, his mischievous eyes focus down on me. I expect the kiss that follows to be harsh with lust, but it’s easy with care and concern. His tongue gently caresses mine and I return every gesture and emotion.