Page 19 of Soul

“If I wanted to whisk you away and marry you, along the side of a lake in a tiny church in the middle of nowhere, what would you say?” His eyes no longer hold mirth but focus intently on mine. I look at the man lying naked below me. He’s laying his heart out in the open for me to see. I place my hand over his heart and feel the steady, quickening pace of his heart rate as he waits patiently for my answer.

Tilting my head, I look at the man I love. Just look at him. Eyes dark with lust and love. Hair a stark brown against his lightly tanned skin. Lips so soft that I worry kissing him will bruise the perfect bow- shaped flesh. And his jaw, his beard now scratchy from a day of growth. Watching him, I can see not only how beautiful he is, but I can feel how much I mean to him. His hands come to my hips and he methodically lifts me up. He centers the wide knobbed head of his cock at my sex, then pushes inch by slow inch inside me. His manhood presses the walls of my pussy wide to allow for his thickness. My body clamps down around his length in greeting, ribbons of heat and excitement spiral from between my legs up and out of my pelvis until finally, as if he had all day and night to make his entrance, he’s seated to the brim. There is nowhere else left for his cock to go. I’m jam-packed with the heavy weight of his flesh and don’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

“I need an answer,” he says grinding his pelvic bone into my clit from below. I gasp and lean forward, shifting his cock and forcing him into a new angle. An angle that penetrates fully to nth degree and then some.

“Chase, baby…” I moan, swept away by our connection.

“Will you marry me?”

I lift up and slam back home. That time, he growls and clenches my hips possessively. “Of course I’ll marry you. I already said yes, my answer didn’t change in two weeks.” I tip my head back and place my hands on his rock hard thighs behind me. Without meaning to I jut my breasts out and curve backward over the legs of my man. His thick rod pushes up into me with each thrust hitting that effervescent place that only he ever reaches.

Chase groans and clenches his jaw when he responds. “I meant, will you go away with me. Let me marry you far, far away, where it’s only me and you and our commitment to be together, to have this…through infinity, baby,” he roars slamming me onto his cock. I scream out an orgasm preparing to explode deep within my womb.

He lifts his legs up into ninety degree angles forcing his dick higher, if possible. Then he places his hands on my waist and lifts me up and down, rocking me back and forth on his cock. Tingles prickle along my body firing off tiny bursts of pure bliss. Pleasure roars through me in a wave of uninhibited ecstasy. His thumb comes in contact with my clit and gives it a wild rubbing. That is the trigger.

“God, Chase,” I scream as the orgasm shoots through me. My body puts down the vice lock on his erection, and he, too, cries out long and deep. Hot sprays of his seed bathe my insides with jet after jet of his essence.

I flop down onto his chest, incapable of movement. His breath comes in heaving pants against the side of my hair, blowing a stubborn curl down the side of my cheek.

Chase’s arms wrap around me, and I snuggle into his chest, my head on his heart, exactly where I’m meant to be. “We needed that.” He states the obvious and I chuckle. The first true laugh I’ve had in two weeks.

While I lay there naked and perfectly content to doze on my man— he’s now soft but still imbedded within me—I think about his request. Just get up and leave everything behind and escape…no, escape is the wrong term. Elope.

I lift up my head, clasp my hands over his chest and rest my chin on them. “You want to elope?”

His eyes turn my favorite, cerulean blue. “I do. I don’t want to tell anyone, explain where we’re going or how long we’ll be gone. I just want to disappear with you. Then bind you to me, legally, physically, mentally, eternally.”

I force myself not to shy away but to just follow my heart. “I want that, too.”

His eyes narrow. “You do?”

“Yes, I do.”

He hugs me to him. “Does that mean we can leave tomorrow?” It reminds me of the first time he asked me to marry him back in our penthouse after that horrible evening with Megan.

“End of the week. Friday. Five days from now.”

He nods smiling wide. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

“Don’t tell anyone. Make them yourself. Don’t even tell Dana.”

He scrunches up his brows. “Do you not trust her because of what McBride did?”

I shake my head. “No, that sick asshole played all of us, me especially. I do not fault her for falling for him. He’s very good at manipulation. She was just another pawn in his game. I just…this is about us. Me and you. We can make the plans together if you want.”

This time he shakes his head and pulls me into a tight hug. “I’ll take care of everything, but why the end of the week?”

“Well, we need to see Dr. Madison, and I need a day with the girls before we elope.”

“You’re going to tell them?” The tone in his voice holds a touch of accusation.

“No, I won’t, but I haven’t been a very good friend. These last two weeks I haven’t been able to be away from you for more than ten minutes, and honestly Chase, even that is excruciating. I was thinking maybe we could plan a girls’ night in with some movies in the media room. You could work from home in your office…”

“You mean the office that’s right next door to the movie room?” I purse my lips and look away. “Hey, hey, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s a good idea and a good step forward. We’ll have the chef make you some pizza, you and I can pick out some bottles of wine from the cellar...” he says, but I stop him.

“You have a wine cellar here? Like a dark dungeon type one?” He chuckles and nods. “Is it big enough to have people eat down there?”

“Yes, I believe so. It’s been awhile since I’ve been down there, but we can fit a table in the center and work with the chef to serve a meal down there if you’d like. Do you want that?” His face contorts into one of surprise.

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