Page 111 of Check & Chase
When he slides his tongue inside me, curling it just right, I explode. The climax crashes over me in waves, my body shaking against his mouth as I cry out his name.
He doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering, too sensitive to take any more. Only then does he press gentle kisses to my inner thighs while I try to remember how to breathe.
I collapse beside him on shaking legs, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. “Holy shit,” I manage when I can finally form words.
He grins, mouth glistening, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Show-off,” I mutter, but there’s no heat in it.
“Not showing off,” he says, pulling me close. “Just fucking obsessed with you.”
“I can tell,” I whisper, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against my hip. I slide my hand down to palm him through his sweatpants,enjoying the way his breath hitches. “Your turn. Unless you’re too sore? That was a lot when you’re meant to be resting.”
His growl vibrates through my whole body, deep and primal. “My knee could be fucking broken, Blondie. If you’re touching me like that, I wouldn’t care.”
I slide his sweatpants and boxers down together, freeing him completely. He’s gorgeous—thick and hard, the head glistening with evidence of his arousal. My mouth waters at the sight.
I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt-sweet drop at his tip.
Chase lets out a broken moan, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest. “Jesus fucking Christ, Emma… what are you doing to me?”
I wrap my hand around his base, stroking slowly while my tongue explores. “Tell me what you like,” I whisper against his heated flesh.
His hand covers mine, guiding me to the rhythm he needs. “Just like that, baby. Anything you do…fuck, it’s so good.”
I take him into my mouth, tongue swirling around the head before sucking him deeper. The taste of him floods my senses—masculine and clean and uniquely Chase. My hand works what I can’t fit, while my other hand explores lower, teasing and caressing until he’s trembling beneath me.
“Emma,” he groans, hand fisting loosely in my hair—guiding but not forcing. “I’m gonna… you don’t have to…”
I tighten my lips around him in response, sucking harder, tongue working against the sensitive underside. His warning dissolves into a shout of my name as he comes, spilling into my mouth with a intensity that makes him shake.
I keep going until he’s completely undone, then slowly pull back, pressing a gentle kiss to his hip bone.
He looks wrecked—head thrown back against the pillows, chest heaving, eyes closed in blissful exhaustion. When he finally opens them to look at me, the expression on his face steals my breath.
“Come here,” he manages, tugging me up his body with gentleinsistence.
I crawl over him, careful of his injuries, and he cups my face in both hands, pulling me into a deep, thorough kiss that tastes of both of us.
When we part, Chase looks at me with such adoration it makes my chest tight. “You’re incredible. A fucking goddess.”
“You’re just saying that because I gave you an orgasm,” I deflect, suddenly shy.
“I’m saying it because it’s true,” he insists, thumb tracing the line of my jaw with infinite tenderness. “I’ve known it since the first time I saw you.”
I hide my face against his chest, overwhelmed by emotions I’m not ready to process. Chase allows it, one hand stroking my hair while the other holds me securely against him. His heartbeat is strong and steady beneath my ear, gradually slowing as his breathing returns to normal.
The morning stretches lazily before us. With the power still out and the world buried under snow, time seems suspended. We eventually migrate to the kitchen when hunger demands attention, Chase insisting on making eggs despite my protests about his knee.
“Gas stove still works,” he points out, moving carefully but efficiently around the space. “And I can cook sitting down if it makes you feel better.”
I pull his discarded t-shirt over my head, the fabric soft and carrying his scent like a comfort blanket. We eat breakfast, discussing what we can accomplish without electricity, but mostly just enjoying each other’s company.
The intimacy feels different now—deeper, more settled. Like we’ve crossed some invisible threshold that can’t be uncrossed.
“We should probably check the driveway situation,” Chase suggests eventually. “See if we can at least clear a path in case of an emergency.”
I eye his knee with obvious concern. “You’re not shoveling anything.”
