I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

It’s just an excuse to get away from him for a moment so I can catch my breath. He shrugs and follows me as I walk into the kitchen. My hands shake as I pour him a glass of wine. I slide it across the counter to him and then walk back over to the couch for mine.

I sit down. He sits down next to me. Any closer and he’d be in my lap.

“As we were discussing,” he comments. “Why do you embarrass so easily?”

“It’s just around you, and probably because your always so inappropriate,” I retort.

He nods. “I guess I am.”

He leans forward and picks up photo on the coffee table.

“You and your father?” he asks. I nod. “You look happy,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh.

“That's not true, actually. This picture was taken right after he said I couldn't go on the roller coaster for the fifth time, so I was anything but happy. He dragged me into that photobooth while I was fighting back tears.”

Chase smirks. “I guess it shows how much a photo can lie, doesn't it?”

I nod. “I guess it's does.”

“So,” he says, glancing at me. “Since we’ve established how inappropriate I can be, I'm just going to come right out and ask you if you’re naked under that robe,” he murmurs.

My heart races as I stare him and of course I feel my face going red.

“Why don’t you find out?” I say boldly.

“Stand up,” he orders me.

I do as he tells me and turn around, so I'm facing him. Still sitting down, he reaches forward and places his hands between my knees. He slowly rides his hand up until I gasp as his fingers touch my bare pussy. I swallow, my knees almost giving way.

“I’d say that’s a yes, but we need to be sure.”

With his other hand, he releases the tie around my waist, letting it swing open. He smiles as it slides over my shoulders and off me, leaving me naked.

“Come here,” he orders.

I sit straddled on his lap. He keeps his eyes on me as he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. Then he lowers his mouth and closes it around one nipple and then the other. I gasp as he sucks and flicks his tongue in circles until they’re stiff.

I wrap my arms around his neck and guide his lips to mine, kissing him deeply and then I reach down and lower and unbuckle his pants. He fumbles in his pocket for a condom while I wrap my hands around his cock, sliding my fist along his length. I take the wrapper from him and tear it open, then roll it over his length.

I position myself over him and slide down hard, gasping as he penetrates me. He growls as I kiss him, rocking myself back and forth against him as he fucks me. He groans, his hands roaming my body, exploring me everywhere. I gasp, riding him harder and faster until my body begins to tremble. Panting, I ride him harder, my lips pressed against his, until I feel like I'm going to explode.

I roll off him and fall onto the couch into his arms. I smile as he kisses my head, both of us catching our breath. I shiver as he strokes my arm. He kisses me again, the feel of his lips on mine incredible.

“Just so you know, I came over to hang out and talk. I was determined not to do this,” he murmurs.

“Good work, then,” I tease. “What changed?”

“You,” he admits. “Seeing you standing there, knowing there was nothing under that robe…” He shakes his head. “It was too much.” He pauses for a moment. “I want to take you out tomorrow night.”

“Out where?” I laugh.

“On a date,” he says, sounding vulnerable.

“Okay then,” I say, I smiles shyly.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he says.

“I’ll be ready,” I murmur.Chapter Twelve

Chase

I take my time getting ready, deciding on a pair of suit pants and a dark grey sweater. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and then I run my hands through my hair, roughly styling it into place. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out on a date. I’ve been with women, sure, but never like this. I haven’t been with someone I can potentially see a future with since Casey. It’s scary, because in order to see where this can go, I have to put myself out there, where I risk getting hurt again.

Again.

God, am I actually admitting that losing Casey hurt me?

I know it did, but knowing it and admitting it to myself are two different things. For two years after we separated, she still occupied my thoughts. Lately though, it’s not Casey I’ve been thinking about. Hell, I hadn’t thought about Casey at all in two whole weeks.