Page 40 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“Fuck, I’m excited.” He flips the laptop open.

The screen blinks to life. Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas stare back at us. I use my fingerprint to unlock the computer, and the chapter appears on the website. I hit refresh and am thrilled to see there are already two hundred reviews.

“Legagorn Sandwich, very creative.” Chase wraps his arm around my waist.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling with you while I read this.” He moves my hair out of the way and kisses my neck. “Will you scroll for me?”

“Sure.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder. Chase’s hard chest presses against my back and his free hand settles high on my right thigh. His hands are so big. Again, his lips move as he reads and every so often, he kisses my neck and inhales deeply.

“Oh fuck.” The hand on my thigh clenches. “Holy shit.” He bites the edge of my jaw. “You wrotethe scene.”

I turn my head in his direction. “I did.”

His hot gaze moves to my mouth and the arm around my waist loosens. He cups my cheek in his palm and pulls my mouth to his. It’s awkward with me sitting in his lap, but I swear I feel his erection against my ass. I roll my hips. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. I cover the hand on my thigh and move it between my legs. I’m wearing pajama pants, so the sensation is muted, but still.

He tears his mouth from mine. “Wait!”

I startle and hop out of his lap, then stumble and almost lose my footing because my legs are like overcooked noodles.

“Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. Shit.” He pushes out of the computer chair. His gaze darts back to my laptop. I swear there’s real longing in his eyes.

But then…then I notice the very excessive problem in Chase’s pants. I lick my lips. I can’t help it. It’s a reflex.

“Oh my God. Please don’t do that.” Chase shoves his hands in his hair and grips it tightly.

“Don’t do what?” I have no idea what is happening right now.

“Look at me like that. Lick your delightful fucking lips like that,” he groans.

“Not all of you seems to mind.”

He bends at the waist, like he’s in pain. “Fuuuuuccck.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. Fuck.” He flings a hand toward my laptop. “I can’t read that right now. I really want to. Fuck. But if I do, I’m going to want to do other things.”

“We can do other things,” I reassure him.

“No. We can’t.”

It’s hard to swallow humiliation, but I manage.

He must read my mortification on my face because he raises a hand. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. So fucking badly. But I want to take you on a date first. I like you. I like touching you, and reading your smutty fanfic, and acting out scenes that you might want to write into future chapters, but I also just likeyou. So before I’m allowed to touch your precious again with any of my body parts, and before you touch my sword of lust again with your soft, pretty hands or your talented, delightful mouth…” He adjusts his hard-on with a deep groan. “Please allow me the honor of taking you out for dinner. And a movie.The Hobbitis playing at the vintage theater tomorrow night. If you’re free.”

“I’m free.”

“Awesome. Great.” He grips the back of my computer chair and rolls it so it forms a barricade between us. “I want to hang out with you, but I’m in a pretty heightened state.” He thumbs over his shoulder. “So I’m going to go back to my room and hopefully Brody is out so I can deal with my situation.”

“I could leave my room for a few minutes if you’re concerned.”

Chase’s jaw flexes. “Don’t offer me that. I’ll probably fuck your pillow.” He glances at my bed and swallows thickly. “I’ll definitely fuck your pillow.”

I pick up my glasses cleaning cloth and hold it out to him. “You can take this with you.”

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