“They say most accidents ...”
“Damn it, Firecracker, you want to give me a lecture now? The longer you keep me on this phone, the longer it’s going to take for me to get there, and I want to kiss you bad.”
She was quiet for a minute and said, “Hurry.”
Chase drove through the side streets until he reached her house and parked in the driveway. She opened the door just as he stepped up on the porch, grabbed him by the shirt, and yanked him inside.
He laughed as she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, he used the flat of his other hand to lean against the wall behind her.
Kicking the door closed, he mumbled through kisses, “I would have come straight here if I had known you were waiting.”
“I had company,” she said, lifting her shirt up and over her head. “Steph left a while ago, and I knew you’d be done around eleven.” Eagerly, she reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, and he helped her take it off, tossing it away. Reaching out for her topless form, he pulled her against his chest, groaning at the feel of her pressed so close.
Kissing her neck, he helped her pull her yoga pants down and asked against the skin of her collarbone, “You guys make up?”
“Mmm hmm,” she said as she slipped her underwear down and reached for his jeans.
Kicking his boots off, he moved his hands to brace his weight against the wall as she yanked open his belt. “Good. I’m glad.” They managed to slide his jeans down together, and he stepped out of them quickly. His boxers joined his discarded jeans and he lifted her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. Heart pounding with anticipation, he took her hard nipple into his mouth to play with it.
“Me too,” she said as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders, moaning as he tongued her.
Releasing her breast, he slid one hand down her body and rubbed against her wet folds. “God, I want you so bad.”
“Me too. Please, Chase, please.”
Angling his cock up and into her warmth, he groaned as the satin sheath stretched around him and he pushed further inside. “Am I hurting you?”
“God no.”
He took her at her word and worked inside her, thrusting and withdrawing, his mouth taking hers. He caught every cry, every moan against his tongue and lips and was so turned on he couldn’t have left her if the house had been on fire.
Katie cried out and tensed around him as she came, and it pushed him over the edge, her clenching muscles bringing him hard. He collapsed against the wall, pressing her further into it, and kept gulping for air. “That was ... that was ...”
Her chest was pushing against his as she took quick, deep breaths. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah, ‘oh my God’ just about covers it.” He chuckled breathlessly.
Lips against his shoulder, she whispered, “I’ve never ... it’s never been like ... this before.”
Pushing himself off her, he let her slide down and kissed her nose. “No. For me either.”
Her blue eyes were dreamy, but he saw serious thoughts lurking behind the haze. “What does that mean?”
He panicked; he couldn’t help it. It was one thing to think about feelings and being exclusive, but actually having the conversation ... Terrifying.
So he did what any other guy would do when faced with a beautiful, naked woman wanting to discuss the fate of their relationship. He dumped her over his shoulder and said, “It means that we should do it again. Immediately.”
Walking down the hallway with his laughing prize, he dropped her on the bed and proceeded to distract her from any kind of “talks.” There would be plenty of time for that later.
THE NEXT MORNING,Katie came out of the bathroom with towels around her hair and body but stopped when she saw the rage on Chase’s face as he held up his jeans.
“He did it again. He pissed on my jeans again”
Katie bit her lip. It wasn’t funny. At all. “Why did you leave them on the ground?”
“Really? You’re blaming the victim?” he said with disbelief.
She laughed and took his jeans, leaning over to give him a kiss. “I’ll wash them for you.”