Page 65 of Call It Love

“Chase,” I gasped.

“More?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“My greedy girl.” But the way he said it sounded more like praise than criticism. He added a third finger and rocked them faster. Everything inside me pulled tight as his thumb rubbed against my clit, then suddenly I exploded. My body clamped down on his hand as tiny flashes lit my vision. The pleasure was so intense I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover, but slowly, the waves slowed, and I collapsed, exhausted, in Chase’s arms.

“There’s my girl,” Chase murmured in my ear. “Never saw a more perfect sight.”

Oh, this man. I buried my head into his chest, overcome by an incredible orgasm and the emotions he caused. I felt safe. Cherished.

My fingers reached for the button on his shorts, but he stopped me.

“Are you sure?”

I was confused. “Don’t you want to?”

He brushed my hair away from my face. “Don’t get lost in your thoughts,” he ordered. “I want you more than anything. But you’re in charge. If you’re not ready, we’ll wait.”

“And if I am?” I challenged with a tilt of my head and a wicked smile.

He toed off his shoes and rolled onto his back. “Then have me,” he growled, pulling me on top of him. He slid my skirt and panties off until I sat on him bare. He licked his lips as his hands settled on the tops of my thighs where I straddled him.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his thumbs rubbing circles achingly close to my core. He reached for his backpack once again, but threw it down in frustration.

“Shit. I didn’t bring any protection.”

I huffed a light laugh. “You thought of everything else and not that?” I teased.

He wrinkled his nose at me. “I wasn’t exactly thinking this was going to happen.” He winked at me. “At least, not yet.”

I bit my lip, then pressed forward. “You already know I can’t get pregnant. And I haven’t…well…that is, I haven’t had sex in a couple of years.”

Chase’s eyes flew open. “You and?—”

I shook my head quickly, not wanting any mention of my former husband’s name. “I always made sure I was up before him and went to bed after he fell asleep. Lots of times it didn’t matter because he never came home. And that’s the reason I also got checked for everything under the sun. I’m clean. It’s just been a long time, even longer since anyone made me, well…”

“Anna, are you saying you haven’t had an orgasm in years?”

I turned my head. This conversation was hard enough without looking at him. “Not since you,” I whispered.

He was quiet for so long that I finally dared to look at him. He lay there with a very smug lookon his face.

“Can’t lie,” he said. “I don’t mind knowing that bit of news.”

I smacked him lightly on the chest. “Don’t be so cocky.”

His grin grew even wider, and he waggled his eyebrows as he drew my hand to the zipper of his shorts, where an impressive bulge strained against the material. “Can’t help what Mother Nature blessed me with.”

He lost his grin when my fingers gripped him a little tighter through his shorts. “I’m clean, Anna. I can’t say I haven’t dated, but it’s been a while, and I had my physical shortly before you came back.”

“I trust you.” After everything I’d been through, it was the biggest gift I could give him.

This time, there was no gentleness as he pulled me back to him. His tongue dove in, demanding and receiving mine.

I wasted no time undoing his shorts and, with his help, slid them and his underwear down his legs, tossing them into a pile with my clothes. His cock stood at attention, long and thick.

“Uh, wow.”

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