Protecting Melissa (Holiday Cove 4)

I reached over and brushed her hair to the side, tucking it gently behind her ear. “It’ll be a good day for all of us. The first day without fear.”

She smiled softly at me. “We should celebrate.”

“What did you have in mind?”

She pushed up from her chair and crossed over to the counter. She pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. “I slipped this baby into the fridge before I put dinner in the oven.”

“Smart woman,” I replied, grinning at her.

“Do you think Matt’ll hate me for drinking all his expensive wine?”

I laughed. “I doubt it. But I’ll take the fall just in case.”

She smiled and then turned away to open the bottle. “Should we take this topside?”

“Sounds good to me. You know how I like watching you under the moon.”

She ducked her chin and I smiled all the more. I loved watching her get flustered over my compliments.

We went upstairs and I poured two glasses of wine for us as we settled into our normal spots at the table. “So, you said tomorrow will be our first day without fear. Does that mean you found a way to get rid of the tracker?”

I pointed at the cargo ship, just as it started to pull away from the dock. “See that boat there? The one with all the cartons.”

Melissa nodded. “You put the tracker on there?”

I grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am. You’ll be in Los Angeles by the weekend.”

“Ma’am? That sounds a little stuffy.”

I chuckled. “Apologies.”

“I think we’re a little more familiar than all that,” she purred, leaning into me.

“You’re absolutely right. Although, there are still a lot of things I’d like to explore…”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh really? Starting with what?”

“Maybe we should go down to my room and I’ll tell you…”

27

Melissa

We barely made it to the bottom of the steps without slipping and falling down. Once we decided to take things to Chase’s room, we’d jumped at each other like tigers freed from their cages. My hands couldn’t touch enough of his muscles, my lips and tongue couldn’t drink in enough of his taste, and every fiber in my body wanted to collide with his. With pants and soft moans, we fell through the flimsy wood door of his room. Chase pressed it closed behind us as softly as he could and when he turned back around, I’d already stripped off my robe, leaving me before him without a stitch of clothing on my body.

Chase made me feel incredibly sexy and I wanted his eyes on me.

My plan had worked like a charm.

“Damn, Melissa. Laundry day again?” Chase grinned, referring to the last time we’d made love and how he’d been surprised to find me commando under my pretty summer dress.

“No. This time it was just for you.” I smirked and took a step forward, trying to strut in a sultry way.

“I liked the robe too, but I gotta say…this is better.” He grinned at me and it sent my heart and stomach flip-flopping like we were back in the middle of the hurricane.

“Well, you did say you wanted to explore. So, explore away.” I waved my hand to gesture at my body, letting him know I was all his.

To my surprise, Chase didn’t step in to close the space between us. Instead, he let his eyes rake over me, and when they reached mine again, he smiled. “I think I’d rather watch you explore yourself. Show me what you like to do.”

A flare of heat ran over my skin at his suggestion.

“Touch yourself, Melissa. Pretend it’s my fingers working that sweet little clit. Rub your titties and show me what you like.”

His words and prompts took me to a whole new level of confidence and boosted the sexy feeling he’d already given me. I dragged a hand down between my breasts and then glanced up to make sure he was watching. His eyes were locked on my hand and he licked his lips like a starving man seeing a hot meal.

“Like this?”

“Does that feel good?”

I ran my hand over my hard nipples and nodded. “Uh huh. But only because you’re watching me.”

“Good.”

I continued down my body, running my fingers over my stomach and then down to my pussy. My lips were plump and swollen with excitement, and I barely dipped between them before warmth soaked my fingertips. I dragged them back up and locked eyes with Chase as I sucked my fingertips into my mouth, tasting my own sweet juices.

Chase groaned and tore at his hair. I smiled to myself, happy to be making him so crazy. “Get on the bed, on all fours. Show me.”

I did as he said, lowering to my forearms and knees, my ass high in the air. I reached between my legs and gave him a show, stroking and teasing myself until I was so close to release that I had to stop touching myself. I wanted Chase to be the one to take me over the edge.