Midlife Love Story

With another sigh to calm my racing heart, I opened the door with a smile. “Chase. Hey.” It wasn’t the smoothest or sexiest greeting, but it was all I could muster.

“Hey,” he said back with an almost shy smile that was absolutely irresistible. “Sorry to swing by unannounced. Do you have a minute to talk?”

To talk. Of course he wanted to talk, and good money said the topic of conversation would be that hot kiss that replayed on a nonstop loop in my mind. I took a step back to wave Chase inside.

“Sure. What’s up?” There, that sounded calm and cool, like a sophisticated woman who would deal with this man, any man, without turning into a babbling fool.

“What’s up?” Chase sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “We should talk. About the kiss.”

I smiled tightly, because the tense set of his shoulders, the frown lines he couldn’t hide around his mouth, told me this was the, it was a mistake and can’t happen again conversation. “What about it?”

“For starters, it was pretty unexpected.” His lips quirked into a grin that transformed his expression from a scowl to a heated gaze. “It wasn’t an unwelcomed experience, but it did catch me off guard.”

“Same,” I agreed. “I wasn’t expecting it, but it was one heck of a kiss.” There was no point beating around the bush or trying to play cool, not when my entire body had been wrapped around his while I rubbed against his hard erection. “Are you here for a repeat or a reproach?”

Chase’s shoulders fell, and I tried to talk my traitorous body down from the edge of lust. “I don’t know, honestly. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss, and the way your body felt pressed against mine. What do you think that means?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his clinical approach to a scorching hot encounter. Chase was adorable sure, but he was unintentionally sexy as well, and now that he was here in my house, forcing me to talk about that kiss, I knew exactly what I wanted. I took one step closer and then another.

“I think it probably means that you want to kiss me again.”

His nostrils flared. “And again.” Those two little words came out on a low growl as he bridged the gap between us and speared one hand through my hair as the other gripped my hip and brought our bodies flush together. “And again,” he whispered a moment before his lips were on mine, ravishing me, devouring every inch of my mouth until I was hot and dizzy.

My arms instinctively went around his neck, and I pressed myself against him, tempting him, or maybe I was teasing him. Possibly even daring him. Chase’s mouth was magical as his tongue slipped between my lips and danced with my own. He tasted of coffee and chocolate, and I wanted more. A lot more. “Chase,” I panted.

He growled low and deep, a guttural sound that reverberated through me and shook my spine like fork tines. Heat suffused my skin as his mouth left mine and left a trail of heat across my throat. His nibbled a line of fire from my earlobe to my shoulder, sliding my spaghetti strap down and kissing that specific spot.

“You’re so beautiful Carlotta.”

Beautiful. It was something I hadn’t been called in ages, and my body flamed with arousal. “Right now, I feel beautiful.”

Chase stepped back and looked at me, his green eyes so dark and piercing my core clenched. With one finger he hooked the spaghetti strap on my left arm through his finger and put it back where it was before doing the same on the right. His hands skimmed down my waist and stopped at the hem of my shirt, and in the next moment he lifted it over my head and tossed it behind him. “So fucking beautiful.”

I don’t know if it was his gaze or hearing that word come from his mouth, but my nipples hardened instantly. His mouth caught one hard nipple between his teeth and nibbled. And nibbled. When I was practically vibrating with need, he sucked it into his mouth and I cried out in pleasure. “Chase, yes!”

He kissed and licked his way across the small valley between my breasts and tortured me some more. His big strong hands gripped my breasts, kneading one while he feasted on the other. My fingers slipped between his wavy red hair and held him close because he was right where I needed him in that moment.

Until his lips traveled lower and he released my breasts to put his hands on my pants. “Nice pajamas,” he grinned up at me with a gleam in his eye.

“Thanks. I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I like ’em. They make you less intimidating.”

I smiled at that. “Little ol’ me? Intimidating? Hardly.”

His deep chuckle released a gust of air on the strip of skin just above my waistband. And then his fingers were there between my flesh and my pajamas as he tugged them down, my boring black panties along with them. “Black lace, of course,” he growled and gripped one thigh to toss it over his shoulder.

Oh goodness gracious yes! I hadn’t been with a man in so long I was self-conscious in the way women can be when a man is about to devour them. But one touch from his mouth, and all I could focus on was the feel of his cold, wet tongue on my swollen clit. Chase really did have a talented mouth, every swipe of his tongue, every little nibble on my most sensitive flesh only intensified my desire for him. For more. “Chase,” I panted because I was embarrassingly close to orgasm.

He hummed his approval and tugged my clit between his lips and teeth, and the vibrations combined with the feel of his stubbled jaw on my inner thigh sent me over the edge. Quickly. I shook as the orgasm worked its way to the surface and shot out of my body like a rocket.

“Chase.”

He looked up at me and I stared down at his unwaveringly masculine and utterly satisfied grin, evidence of my pleasure all over his glistening lips. “How’s that for a kiss?”

I laughed and cupped his face, pulling him up to kiss him again. It wasn’t something I’d ever done or ever been comfortable doing, but in this moment it felt right. Oh, so right. While we kissed, I undid his button and zipper, eagerly shoving his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs and stroked his hot, hard length. “Wow.”

He smiled against my mouth and pushed his hips against my hand. “You sure about this?”