Page 71 of Chasing Lyric
His hand runs up and down my arm in a tender caress. “YourHallmark hero?”
My eyes meet his. “MyHallmark hero.”
“MyStarlight.” Chase leans down, pressing a light kiss to the tip of my nose when my stomach lets out a loud rumble, and he immediately pulls back. “Right. It’s probably cold, but cold Chinese food is the best Chinese food.”
I scrunch up my face. “No, it isn’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right. No, it isn’t. But you’re hungry, so let’s go eat.” He sits abruptly, his back to me as I hear him removing the condom. He throws it to the trash can by his side of the bed and then stands, pulling me with him off the bed. I let out an“oomph” at his sudden movement. Chase grabs his briefs, then slides them on, while I pick up his white shirt, pulling it around me, doing up a couple of the buttons, and rolling up the sleeves. No underwear, just to keep him on edge as we walk hand in hand out to the living room.
He walks a step behind me. I look back over my shoulder to see him watching my bare ass, which is only just poking out from under his shirt, and I hear a low rumble from his chest.
I don’t know if we’re even going to make it into the living room at this rate.
A sudden slap to my ass has me bouncing on my toes, and I giggle, running off toward the room.
He follows as I reach for the takeout and walk with it through to the kitchen. As I pass Polly, he’s fast asleep, his little head turned right around and planted firmly into his green feathers. I smile warmly as I pull out the containers from the takeout bag and make my way to the microwave. Chase watches my every move.
I waggle my ass a little as I reach up, placing the containers inside the machine. Another low growl erupts from Chase’s chest as my shirt rides up, showing my peach-shaped ass off to him. He steps in behind me, his hands caressing my cheeks. I giggle as his lips suck against my neck, and I close the microwave door.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, pressing the button for a three-minute timer.
Chase’s smooth hands tenderly massage my skin, and it has tingles shooting to places that need a definite rest. But I can’t help myself as I turn in his grip, my fingers looping in his hair.
“I’m only insatiable because you’re here with no panties, flaunting that delectable ass of yours in front of me. I mean, what’s a man to do?”
I snort out a laugh. “You’re meant to keep those talented hands to yourself, mister.”
“Okay…” He tilts his head as his hands leave my ass and slide up my back instead. “I’ll stop playing if you do one thing.”
“Mm-hmm… what’s that?” I ask.
“Kiss me.”
I grin and lean in, pressing my mouth to his. My lips tingle and pop with the energy of the moment as his hands hold my back firmly. My tongue dances with his when I kiss him as if I mean it.
Chase pushes me against the counter, and I moan into his mouth as the kiss becomes more heated. His hands move along on my body once more, making their way to their destination.
Ding.
The microwave beeps, telling us our dinner’s ready.
I giggle into his mouth and slowly pull away. “We can’t let it go cold again, now can we?”
Chase groans, stepping back, subtly rearranging his cock. “Are you sure? I think we can.”
I burst out laughing, pushing him away from me, and turn back to the microwave, grabbing our food. “C’mon, let’s eat.”
He smiles as we make our way back out to the living room, noticing Polly is now wide awake when we walk past him. The smell of the food or our antics must have woken him.
Falling to the sofa, we cuddle into each other as Chase retrieves the packet of fortune cookies.
I glance over at him as he crunches on a cookie to break it, then he unwraps the piece of paper curled up inside the cookie and sits back against the sofa, reading his fortune. “The greatest risk is not taking one.” He widens his eyes like that’s more poignant than ever for him right now.
But that kind of hits home for me too.
Chase is a risk for me.
A risk I have to take.
