Worth the Chase

His intense gaze flares with possessiveness. And it doesn’t scare me. His need to own me makes me want to offer myself to him on a platter. I may have fallen once, but I trust he’ll never let me fall again. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“For this moment to never end. To never know a time when you’re not laying in my bed. To know you are utterly and completely mine.”

I swallow the lump of emotion in my throat. “Well then, get to it, doctor. All this talking has me super achy and in need of attention.”

He stares down at me, triggering a rush of adrenaline inside my body. My breath quickens. He licks his lips, and I melt. I’m in for it. He covers my body with his, his heat sparking across my flesh. “Baby, the only talking from here on out is going to be you begging and screaming my name. Now, lay back and let the doctor inspect you.”

I’ve never done so much begging in my life.

Chapter 18

Chase

One thing I’ve learned about my girl—besides hating green gummy bears, being ticklish behind her thighs, and screaming my name in more than one language—is she sleeps like the dead. That’s why I’m not too worried about getting caught staring at her like a creep. Her lips are still swollen from last night, and she’s making the cutest damn sound, like a little, purring kitten. God, I want to wake her up with my mouth. Feast on her. Imagine her taut body squirming under me. I told her I was going to keep her here forever—and I’ve never said anything more true. Every second with her, I fall deeper. Every single inch of her bewitches me.

I may have thought I was in love once, but it was nothing compared to the chaos going on inside my heart. If what I felt for Caroline was love, then this…this is an obsession. A need to own. My heart bangs out of my chest at the sight of her. The feel of her. The sound of her voice has me falling to my knees and offering my soul on a silver platter. Shit. It’s officially happened. I should call the guys and let them know I’d like them to hem my ball sack holder in a lovely shade of silver with tiny specs of blue—the color of my girl’s eyes.

One thing is for damn sure: I love her. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her happy. Vow to show her every single day how special she is to me. Pussy alert! And damn, does it feel good. I should probably apologize to every one of my friends. I get it now. Being pussy whipped is like a drug, and I never want to come down from it.

I disappear under the covers. My tongue finds her center, and I lap at her sex. She stirs, and I slowly suck her into my mouth, loving the taste of her.

“Chase,” she calls my name, her voice groggy. I nuzzle my nose into her, the warmth of her arousal soaking my mouth. Damn, I never want to come up for air. My cock is about to rip through my boxers. She finds my scalp and weaves her fingers leisurely through my hair. My tongue plunges into her wet pussy, and I growl at the possessiveness that burns inside my chest. She’s mine. I use my tongue to spread her lips as I slide a finger inside her heat and work her until she quivers under me. Her grip tightens. She’s about to come. “Give it to me, Angel,” I demand, anticipating her orgasm coating my tongue. Her thighs tighten around my head, and she moans, her voice hoarse as she comes. I milk her orgasm, kissing the insides of her thighs.

When she releases her grip on me, I slide up her body and peek out of the sheets, peering at my girl, all glazed over and sweet. “Morning, Angel.”

“Morning. I didn’t realize it was you down there. I had this crazy sex dream that my doctor came into my room and was doing an exam. I was very dirty, so he had to clean me up. But then I woke up to you…”

She squeals when I pinch her nipple, loving the way it pebbles between my fingers. “Oh, yeah? Tell me more.” I graze the side of her neck with my tongue.

“Well, he was big. A lot bigger than you.”

“Interesting. What was he going to do with it?” I tease, slowly grinding into her.

Her phones buzzes on my nightstand. “Whoever it is, tell them you’re deep into naughty role playing and can’t be disturbed.” Bridget smirks, and I want to kiss the fuck out of her sexy morning lips. She reaches over to check her phone, and I become territorial over my woman. “If it’s your boss, tell him you don’t answer to him on your days off—”