Page 178 of Check & Chase
Me:Downstairs.
Emma:Come up.
The elevator ride to her floor feels like the longest thirty seconds of my life. When her door opens, she’s standing there in leggings and an oversized sweater, hair loose around her shoulders, green eyes wide and cautious and hopeful all at once.
“Hi,” I greet simply, drinking in the sight of her after weeks of careful distance.
“Hi,” she echoes, stepping back to let me in. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. But can we not talk about hockey for a little while? I’ve been answering the same five questions for hours, and right now I just want to be with you.”
“Deal,” she agrees, closing the door behind me. “No hockey talk. Just us.”
I stand awkwardly in her living room, hands shoved in my pockets, suddenly unsure what to do with my body. All the confidence I feel on the ice evaporates when I’m around her.
“I missed you,” I admit, the words inadequate for the emptiness the distance has carved into me.
“I missed you too,” she whispers. “So damn much.”
Her lips are on mine before I can say another word. Her hands twist in the front of my hoodie, tugging me down, and I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her—and I have. Weeks of restraint unravel in a single breath.
Her tongue slides over mine and I groan, backing her toward the couch until the backs of her legs hit it and she sinks down, pulling me on top of her. I cage her in with my arms, kissing her like it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
“Tell me this is real,” I mutter against her mouth, brushing her hair back from her face.
Her answer is to pull her sweater over her head, revealing a thin tank top underneath. Her nipples are hard through the fabric, her chest rising and falling fast. “It’s real. I want you, Chase.”
My name on her lips does something feral to me.
“I need to taste you,” I say, voice hoarse, already pushing the tank up her stomach. “Let me make you come with my mouth.”
She gasps, eyes fluttering shut as I drop to my knees in front of the couch. I yank her leggings and panties down in one movement, and she spreads her legs for me without hesitation.
“Look at you,” I breathe, dragging my thumbs along the insides of her thighs. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.”
I bury my face between her thighs and lick a slow, deliberate stripe up her center, groaning at how wet she is already. Her hands fly into my hair, hips jerking.
“Oh my god, Chase…”
I wrap my arms under her legs, locking her in place, and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moans, the sound broken, needy, and I keep going—soft at first, then harder, flicking, sucking, stroking her until she’s panting and writhing underneath me.
“I can’t—Chase—fuck—”
“Yes, you can,” I growl. “Come for me. Right on my tongue.”
I flatten my tongue and slide two fingers into her, curling them just right. She cries out, heels digging into the cushions, back arching.
“Right there… oh god, don’t stop—”
And then she’s gone, thighs clenching around my head as she comes with a sharp cry, pulsing around my fingers, soaking my mouth. I work her through it, licking up every drop, not stopping until she’s whining and trying to push me away.
When I finally pull back, her legs are trembling, her eyes glassy.
“You okay?” I ask, voice low, thumb brushing over her clit gently.
She nods frantically. “Come here.”
I crawl over her, kissing her slowly, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands go to the hem of my hoodie and I help her pull it off, followed by my shirt. She traces the scars on my shoulder, the curve of my abs, and then her hand is drifting lower.
