Worth the Chase

I smile, waiting for his snarky reply. The three little dots appear then go away. I unlock the door to the guesthouse and slip inside, locking it behind me. I keep checking my phone for a reply, but nothing. Disappointed, I get ready for bed. Why should I even care? Only hours ago, I convinced myself this wasn’t going to work and was on the road to breaking it off. Now, I can’t manage three whole seconds before checking my phone again.

I grumble while brushing my teeth and slip into a pair of pajamas. I reach for my phone and stop myself. Get ahold of yourself. You’re starting to look pathetic. You were going to dump him anyway. Who cares? I shouldn’t have even engaged in his cute message. It wasn’t even that cute. Corny, to be honest.

A small knock sounds against the guesthouse door, and I pause in my step. My skin pebbles with hesitation, and I look at the time. Maybe Anna woke up. Or Jonathon needs to leave. I grab my robe and head toward the door. When I open it, it’s not Jonathon I greet.

“Say that to my face. No—show me just how much they enjoyed your tongue licking them clean.”

Chase doesn’t give me the chance to respond. I don’t think he ever planned on it either. He pushes inside and grabs me, his foot kicking the door shut. His mouth crashes over mine, and I don’t hesitate to play along. Wrong or not, I need this. I need him. My body sparks to life. The world around me blazes with this bright aura of need, desire…love. I refuse to admit I could love someone this fast. Someone who’s not Jax. The way my heart beats wildly for him. My skin tingles every time he touches me. My entire body explodes with desire when he claims my lips and owns my mouth.

I forget all that’s wrong in my world. All that will be wrong if I allow this to go too far. Instead, I allow my heart the warmth of his skin against me. His mouth. His hands.

“I would tell you, but I’m not sure you can handle it. It was really, really messy.”

His growl vibrates against my mouth. He sucks in my bottom lip, pressing his teeth down against my flesh. “How messy? Did you have to clean yourself up afterwards?” His hands skate down my ribs, one disappearing inside my pajama bottoms.

“Yes. God yes.”

“Tell me more.” He finds my wet center and presses a finger slowly inside me.

“It was so dirty, I ruined my clothes. Had to change my panties. They were soaked with—Ahh…” I moan as two large digits thrust into me. He pulls out and serves me with the same glorious torture.

“You are one messy girl. Maybe it’s my turn to clean you up.” He lifts me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. His strength holds me in place with one arm while he continues to fuck me with his other, his fingers becoming more ruthless with each breathless moan. “Not gonna lie, Angel, I’m feeling really jealous of those donuts.” In and out. “It’s only fair I give you the same treatment so you never think of those donuts again.”

He walks us to the bedroom, and before I can manage a breath, tosses me onto the bed. “Now, my little sugar addict, show me exactly where you spilled the icing?”

My gaze fills with mischief. “I’d have to take my clothes off to show you. Specifically, these.” I point to my pants.

His devilish smirk is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Do what you must.”

Sucking in my bottom lip, I shimmy out of my pajama pants.

“The panties are going to need to go too. Better visual.” I can barely contain my excitement. The cool air spreads along my pussy as I rid myself of my panties, leaving myself bare for him.

He clears his throat. “I’m gonna need you to show me exactly where the spill was, ma’am.”

I fight my own grin as I lower my hand and point to my sex. His eyes light up like the Fourth of July, and he licks his lips. “Well then, I better get to work.” His head dips between my legs, his mouth smothering my slick cunt. I arch my back the moment his tongue swipes along my slit. “This is the icing I’ve been craving.” He spreads my thighs wider, sucking every inch of me.

“Chase,” I murmur his name, my hands disappearing into his hair. I can’t help but close my eyes, sucking in my bottom lip as a finger slides deep inside me. “Yes…” God, I needed this. Craved this. My hips lift from the mattress with each slow thrust, and his slowness becomes torture. “More,” I beg, running my fingers through his hair, putting pressure against the back of his head. He sucks me deep into his mouth, inserting two fingers. “Yes. Oh, yes…” I ride his mouth, then grab at his shirt to pull him up, needing more. “Inside me. Now.”