Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I’d just gone to the bathroom, answered a concerned FaceConnect video call from my brother—whom I’d forgotten to text—and come back to sit on the couch. Before my ass hit the pillow, Chase grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. The smile on his face was beautiful and real.
He pressed his lips together, then leaned his forehead against mine. “Would you really have gone to Chicago?”
“Chicago? For what?”
“Pink Cosmetics. The job you applied for?”
I furrowed my brow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t apply for a job with Pink. Actually, I haven’t applied anywhere. I have money saved and decided to take a little time off before making any career decisions. I’m kicking around starting my own small marketing firm with my friend Jules, who you met. We talked about it last year before I left Fresh Look, and I wasn’t ready. But it sort of feels right now.” I paused. “What made you think I was going to move to Chicago?”
“They called for a reference.”
“That’s odd.”
Chase closed his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. “Sam.”
“Sam?”
“I never actually spoke to them. Sam told me they’d called for a reference as I was getting ready to leave the other day.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She was lighting a fire under my ass. Knew it would push me to get over my issues.”
“Oooh…and here I thought it was my hot date that pushed you over the edge.”
“I almost lost it at the Italian place, watching him put his hands all over your face.”
My eyes widened. “You followed me?”
“Just tonight. I was going crazy watching you go out with that guy again. Do you remember what you told me last week before you stopped speaking to me?”
Of course I do. “What?”
“That you were going to bring some guy home and open the window so I could listen.” He swatted my ass playfully. “You have a cruel streak in you, Buttercup.”
I started to crack up and quickly found myself lifted into the air and then flat on my back. Chase hovered over me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. “You think this is funny?”
“I do, actually.”
He rubbed his nose against mine and whispered, “You wouldn’t really have slept with him, would you?”
“Most definitely not. But that has nothing to do with you.”
Chase pulled his head back and pouted. It was adorable. “It’s not because you’re so into me, you couldn’t possibly touch another man?”
“Well, that’s true in general. But my date tonight was my brother, Owen.”
Chase dropped his head and laughed. “Are you serious?”
“I am. What you saw in the Italian restaurant? Him touching my face? I was humming a song to him.”
“Well, then I guess I had nothing to worry about after all,” Chase whispered against my lips. “Although you never know. You’re about to get fucked by your favorite cousin.”
“Oh, am I?”
Chase’s normal cocky confidence had been back, but it suddenly faltered.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked. “I promise not to push you away again and to do everything in my power to protect you.”
“There’s only one thing I need you to guard for me.”
“Name it.”
“You have my heart. Promise me you’ll keep it safe.”
“Only if you promise never to give mine back.”
My heart had been beating his name since that first night at the restaurant. He’d never have to worry about me giving his heart back, because I’d realized that somewhere down deep, it was mine to keep—even when he hadn’t figured it out yet.
“Make love to me, Chase.”
He reached back with one hand and tugged his shirt over his head. “I’m going to, but not now. I promise, slow and sweet making love to you later. Showing you how I feel with my body. But right now, all this talk about you leaving me and being with another man has me feeling territorial.”
He raised up on his knees and looked down at me. The way his eyes raked over my body was really all the foreplay I needed.
“I want to come inside of you. Can I do that, Reese?”
I swallowed. “Yes, I’m on the pill.”
“Good. I don’t want anything between us anymore. Not our pasts, our secrets, or even a damn piece of latex.”
“Okay.”
He trailed his knuckles down the side of my body over my dress, following my curves languidly. “First I’m going to bury my face in that pussy that I’ve missed so much until you come all over my face.”
He reached the bare skin of my thighs, and his hand disappeared under the skirt of my dress. I gasped when I felt him cup me between the legs.
“Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, bury myself so deep inside of you, that my come won’t come out for days.”
He lifted the skirt of my dress, pushed my panties to the side, and ran two fingers down the length of me. He groaned. “So wet.”