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He holds out his hand. He hasn’t kissed me, and my brain tells me that’s not a good sign.
“Where can I put my things?”
“Just set them down on the floor for now.”
I do and then settle on the wooden stool at the breakfast bar. Watching him cook is a treat because he seems very skilled in the kitchen. Nothing sexier than a man who can create delicious meals.
“Chase?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did you have time to think?”
“I did. I like what we have, and I’m sorry if I confused you. I know you might want more, but I can’t give that to you, not yet. I also need time to get used to the idea of dating. You can say no if you want to find someone who will give that to you. I’ll understand.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m fine with what we have. I need you to be straight with me. If you bring me flowers, now I’ll know it’s just you being appreciative of me as a friend.”
“Come here.”
I go around the counter to his waiting arms. He pulls me tightly against his chest and kisses me hard, his hands wandering down to squeeze my behind and slip into my back pockets while we make out.
“Chase, I don’t want dinner,” I say once I pull away from his lips.
“What do you want?”
“You,” I whisper. “I missed you.”
Holding me at a distance, he reaches over and removes the pan from the flame, then shuts off the burner. After he covers the food, I follow him into the bedroom and watch as he pulls the quilt and sheets down.
“I won’t lie and say it hasn’t been hard being away from you. I missed you too.”
He roughly jerks my tucked t-shirt out of my pants and pulls it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Chase groans when he sees my lacy, sheer bra. He bends to suck my hardened nipples through the barely present cloth, and I curl my fingers into his hair. My body is on fire, and only he can quench the flames.
My fingers fumble with his belt, but I’m shaking with anticipation, so he pushes my hands away so he can do it. Several seconds tick by while I wait for him to undress, and I’m disappointed to see he’s wearing boxers this time. I’m craving the taste of his cock in my mouth and drop to my knees.
“No, no,” he protests. “I’ve wanted to go down on you for so long.”
He stands me up and opens my jeans, pulling them down with my panties as he kneels in front of me. He’s so close to my sex that I can feel the heat of his breath on me. A flick of his tongue touches my clit, and I go weak in the knees. He’s so in tune with my need that he instantly picks me up and deposits me on the bed on my back.
Chase finishes pulling my jeans and panties off as I lay there, throwing them on top of my shirt on the floor. My need grows stronger, especially now that I know what he has in mind. Achingly slow, he pushes my legs apart until I’m open wide for him.
“I love how smooth you are,” he says as he nibbles on my outer lips.
Though I hate waxing, I have it done because it’s easier than shaving, and it lasts longer. Teasing, he gently blows on my hot skin, and it causes a shiver to shoot up my spine. I want to ram his face against my center, but I reluctantly hold still and wait for him to make his move.
“Oh, God, you’re so wet.”
He spreads me wide with his fingers and tongues my opening, gliding it up to my clit and back down again. Whimpering loudly, I shake as he does this again and again.
“Oh, Megan,” he breathes, “you taste so fantastic.”
I can’t speak. My hands clench the sheets, and I move my hips to meet each stroke of his tongue. When Chase slips his fingers into me, I’m unable to suppress my moans; and while he’s fingering me, his tongue continues to work my swollen nub in a circular pattern. He keeps teasing me by bringing me close to climax, then pulling back. This goes on for I don’t know how long, but it’s maddening. I want to come so badly that I’m on the verge of falling into an exquisite pain.
“Please!” I beg.
Chase pays no attention, continuing with his oral assault until I grab his hair and hold him tightly against me. Seconds later, my inner walls grip his fingers as I orgasm. I scream his name over and over as I completely ride out my release. But he doesn’t stop, so I shift my hips to escape his tongue.
“No, Chase. I’m too sensitive.”
