Worth the Chase

He doesn’t make note of the tears starting to rush down my cheeks. “You do. But this is impossible. You left me...” A slight whimper travels up my throat. I wrap my arms around his neck to bring us closer and kiss him harder.

“Does this feel real to you, baby girl?” The echo of his voice skates down my spine. His hand slithers below the waistline of my pajama pants. I moan into his mouth as his thick finger disappears inside me. “Tell me how you really feel?” He pulls out slowly, then inserts two and pumps in and out of me. “That’s right, baby. Ride my fingers. I love the way you feel around me. Love listening to your little moans while I get you off. You’ll always be mine.” My eyelids squeeze shut as I lose myself to his touch. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby. I love that I do this to you. I’ll always make your body melt for me.”

I shake my head back and forth, and my body begins to quake. “Please…” I beg.

“Say my name, baby girl.”

I open my mouth to breathe his name, but the words don’t come out. Why can’t I say his name? I make another attempt. Still, I remain silent.

“Say my name, Angel.”

The name. It’s not right. That’s not his nickname for me. His fingers take on a faster rhythm, moving deeply in and out of me. I bite at my lower

lip, mere seconds from orgasming.

“Say my name, Angel. Say my name and I’ll give you what you want.”

My words finally expel, but it’s not the name I’m trying to say, and I cry Chase’s name. He’s suddenly above me, his fiery hazel eyes staring down into mine. My orgasm ripples through me, and I shoot up, moaning his name. My heart beats erratically. I grab at my chest. My head whips back and forth, searching my surroundings. My hands shake. My sex is still pulsating. Embarrassment flushes through my cheeks at the aftermath of my dream.

“Christ almighty,” I groan, pulling the sheet off me. I scan around the room, confused. It takes a moment before I figure out I’m in Chase’s bed. That last thing I remember is getting mad that Edward wouldn’t change the girl into a vampire. I must have fallen asleep after that, and he put me in his bed.

I brush my hands down my face, the dream still heavy in my mind. My palms skate down my arms, still feeling the tingling sensation of his touch. I was dreaming about Jax. That’s who I was giving myself to.

Until I wasn’t.

I throw my legs over the bed, planting my feet on the ground. This was a bad idea. Staying here. Thinking this would be an innocent arrangement. Even unconscious, the lines are being crossed. I fall backwards, laying against his bed. Just to torment me more, Chase’s cologne tickles my senses, and I groan. I can’t do this. I’m not in the right headspace. I never will be. My body hates the fact that I’m rejecting what could be. But I can’t go through another heartbreak. I promised myself that much.

I need to nip whatever this is between us in the bud. He’s too attractive for his own good—and way out of my league, anyway. He would just get bored with me, and I’d be back to square one. I look at my watch. It’s only seven in the morning. I need to sneak out and go back to Jonathon’s house.

“Good plan.” I nod and get up.

The problem is…my things are by the couch—where Chase is most likely sleeping.

“Okay. Slight bump in the plan. Just…be quiet. Grab the bag and leave. He seems like a heavy sleeper.” Got it. I can do this. I open his bedroom door and listen for noises. Hearing nothing, I creep down the hallway. The good news is it sounds like he’s sleeping. The bad news is when I spot my bag, it’s sitting on the coffee table—right in front of the darn couch.

“Heavy sleeper. Grab it and go.” Light on my feet, I tiptoe to the couch, holding my breath. As quiet as possible, I reach for my bag. Nice and slow, I pull it away, making the mistake of peeking at Chase in the process and gasp.

“Christ on a cracker…” I whisper, the rest of my sentence stuck in my throat. Bare butt cheeks are on full display. My core pulsates. I bite the inside of my cheek, taking a deep breath. I need to get the heck out of here. Maybe I should just take a quick photo. Memories and all that. Turn around, Bridget! Yep. Right. Got it.

I twist on my heel right at the sound of his voice. “There’s room for two if you’re interested.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Uh…no thanks…I’m good.” What’s not good is how dry my mouth is. “Uh…why are you naked?” I fight not to turn back around for another peek.