Page 173 of The Chase
He leaned forward. “The only way I can prove how I feel about you is to show you,” he said.
I slid off my bar stool and circled the counter.
Leaning into him and resting my head against his chest. The room fell quiet.
“Jade, lock all the doors,” he said. “Secure the house.” He clasped my hand and interlocked his fingers through mine and led me out.
Down the sprawling hallway.
I recognized this way from that first time I’d visited.
That felt like a million years ago now.
Upon the walls were prints of modern art dotted here and there, a mismatch that somehow made sense.
“Clara knows I’m here,” I stuttered.
He led me farther along. “We should have her over for dinner.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s my turn to show you what nirvana feels like.” He shoved open the door to his bedroom.
We entered together.
The room was minimalist, like the others, white linen on a steel four-poster bed with wisps of lush netting swept above. No other furniture, not even a chair, as though that bed was the center point, and something told me this wasn’t his bedroom.
Yet I went willingly, wanting this more than breathing itself, and if this was wrong I refused to blame myself for wanting it, wantinghim.
He had me stand in the center of the room.
Tobias undressed me slowly, like a dark ritual of sorts, then moved around me with the swagger of a man who held all the power.
“Zara.” His voice was low. “Trust me. That’s all I’ll ever ask.”
I wanted to believe him.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. Never would I do that to you.” He stepped back and stripped his clothes off. “I want to spoil you.”
Stripped naked and standing in the center, I patiently waited, my heart patting away like scared sparrows unable to fly.
Perhaps, just perhaps, this would purge all need for him and I’d begin a pathway to setting myself free from this addiction that was Wilder.
He stood behind me and his lips trailed kisses along the nape of my neck making my insides liquefy and my breathing quicken. He eased back locks from my shoulder and kissed me tenderly, taking his time to woo me into an erotic trance.
He circled to face me again. “I care deeply for you. This is how I’m going to prove it.” His fingers lowered to my abdomen and lower still until he’d reached between my thighs and gently parted my labia. “Hold this apart.”
Looking down, I held myself just how he showed me. My clit peeked out, that little nub erect with excitement.
He lowered himself to his knees and leaned in, his tongue sweeping along my cleft, and he lapped at me passionately. “Don’t let go of your pussy. It proves you’re giving it to me when you hold it like this.” He took my hands and directed them either side of my labia.
That sudden rush of bliss as his kiss intensified there, my thighs trembling, this overwhelming urge to moan.
“I want something too,” I burst out.
“Ask.”
“You promised to tell me what it says? Your tattoo?”
