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“They’re beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Megan, I told you once that I’d like to get you flowers and take you on dates. I never did that, but now I want to.”
I squeeze my hand lightly. “I haven’t been on a date in a long while.”
“Steven never took you out?”
“He wanted to, but I was a bit of a nervous wreck because I didn’t want to leave CJ. He was the only man in my life after you…”
“After I left,” Chase finishes my sentence.
“So this will be the first date I’ve had in a long time. Oh, wait, I forgot that I have that date on Friday with Cindy’s friend, so I guess it would technically be my first date. Once I’m finished with that one, then you can start taking me out,” I joke, giggling.
In a flash, Chase has me on my back, and he’s hovering over me while holding my wrist to the bed with his hands.
“So, you think you’re going on a date with someone else?” He smiles wickedly.
“Yes, it wouldn’t be right not to honor it. We can date after that.”
Chase bends down and begins to feather soft kisses up my neck between pauses to suck at my sensitive skin before trailing up to my ear, which he traces his tongue around.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re going to be too sore to date anyone,” he whispers.
Oh shit. My belly ignites with need so quickly that I can feel my clit becoming swollen at the promise of his words. He gently bits my hardened nipples through my shirt, sucking at the peaks.
“Chase!” I cry.
“That’s right, me. Say my name again.”
I hesitate, but once again, he nibbles and sucks at my nipples, making me cry out his name. He then lets my wrists go so he can tangle his hand into my hair, all the while controlling the frequency of our kisses, his tongue exploring, teasing.
“Do you want me?” he asks breathily.
I nod because I can barely speak. He runs his thumb over my swollen, bruised lips, and I take it between my teeth, running my tongue over the pad. He inhales deeply, and his breathing becomes choppy. Chase’s eyes darken as I continue to caress his finger.
“Enough,” he says as he pulls it from my mouth.
He deftly pushes my shirt up, kisses my stomach, and slides his hand under one of the cups of my bra, palming at my breast. I loudly moan his name, and he grins at me. When he gets off me to remove the blue scrubs he wore home from the hospital; I’m counting the seconds until his hands are on me again.
Once Chase is naked, all I can do is lie on the bed and gape as his beautiful body.
“Miss Stanford, would you like to get undressed, or should I do it for you?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Can you do it for me?”
He holds out his hand and effortlessly pulls me up. I stand in front of him, our bodies nearly touching, while he slowly removes my shirt, then unclasps my bra and slides it down my arms. He amuses me when he closes his eyes and sniffs the cups. Letting him have the moment, I wait until Chase drops it and kneels in front of me, undoing my shorts and pulling them and my wet panties to the floor.
I expect him to get up, but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves his face close to my cleft, spreads my folds, and flicks his tongue against my clit. A few more times and I’m using his shoulders to steady myself as my legs grow rubbery.
“Chase, I need to sit down,” I gasp.
“Am I getting to you, Miss Stanford?”
My breaths become sharp inhales. “You got to me a long time ago, Dr. Pearce.”
He gets to his feet, scoops me up, and lays me gently on the bed. Standing over me, his stare makes me feel self-conscious as he surveys my body.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
