Page 81 of Drawn to You (Chasing Olivia 1)

We say our goodbyes and head out the door to the car. Still the gentleman, Chase opens the door for me and helps me in. Once he’s in, the conversation starts about Italy again.

“I love the fact that you’ll go with me,” he says grinning.

“If my boss will sign off on it,” I repeat.

“He will.”

“You sound confident. Please don’t add your two cents.”

“I can’t make any promises, but if I do I will tell you first.”

I roll my eyes at him, knowing full well he can’t see me. There is a faint trace of a smile on his lips, like he knows what I did. I sigh, knowing this is a battle I can’t win.

The drive home is eerily quiet. Chase has his iPod on low playing classical music. Every once in a while, he hums along to the music, but for the most part we’re both silent.

I spend my time reflecting on the evening. He was so happy when I told him that I would consider Italy. I hope I can get some valuable research done if I am allowed to go.

It’s still pretty early when we get back to my apartment. I open the door, and the first thing I do is take off my shoes. My feet are killing me. Chase slides up behind me and whispers in my ear. “I was looking forward to seeing you dressed only in those,” he purrs as he starts to unzip my dress. He nibbles on my neck giving me goose bumps. As he skims my shoulders with his fingertips, my dress glides down my arms to fall at my feet.

He turns me around, and I step out of my dress. I look up at his big blue eyes, my hands caressing the stubble on his chin and cheeks. He leans down and plants a soft, tender kiss on my lips.

Gazing down at me, he says, “do you know how beautiful you are?” My breath hitches. His words are my undoing, and I want him right here, right now. I start unbuttoning his shirt as my kiss becomes needy. I get to the last button and push his shirt off his shoulders, but it doesn’t fall. Damn, I always forget about the cufflinks! I unbutton his cufflinks and push the sleeves down and off his arms.

We face each other in the middle of the entryway to my apartment. I just stare at him, still in denial that he is mine. He comes in close, placing his hand under my chin and lifting it so I am looking into his eyes. “Come.” He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

He unbuttons his pants, taking them off and placing them over a chair. He stalks me, dressed only in his boxer briefs. Backing me up to the bed, he explores every part of my neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. He runs his fingers down each arm, nipping in their wake. A wicked smile plays on his lips, as his mouth covers the swell of my breasts. His teeth tug on my right nipple, then the left. My nipples tingle from his touch, and I cry out as the sensation courses through my body. His tongue strokes down from my breasts to my navel.

He spins me around and unhooks my bra, his fingers trailing down my arm with the straps toward my hands. He tosses it on the floor. Falling to his knees, he kisses and nips at my hips and lower back. The only sounds are my rapid panting, accentuated by little noises of pleasure. His touch makes all of the muscles in my body tighten. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he tugs them down to the floor.

I am standing naked in front of him. He pushes me onto the bed face first, my arms over my head. He runs the stubble from his chin up my body, from my lower back all the way to in between my shoulder blades, nipping as he goes. I roll my neck to one side to give him easy access. He takes it, sucking on the nape of my neck. Turning my head toward him, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. He holds my head still by placing his hand under my chin. He is on top of me, and I can feel his thick erection at the base of my back.

His other hand runs down my stomach to the inside of my thigh. He eases his hand between my legs, sliding two fingers inside me exploring what is wet with need. His breath hisses out as he circles around and around, and he groans as he slides them in and out. I am writhing with pleasure.

He withdraws his fingers and rips open a condom. Lifting my ass in the air, he takes me from behind. He starts out slow at first, his hands on my hips holding me steady. I am leaning on my forearms for support, savoring the sensations. High-pitched whimpers come from within me as the tightness in my belly grows stronger. He picks up the pace, moving side to side as he does. Every muscle in my body tightens. Chase can feel me quiver, and he thrusts deeper, gripping my hips and pulling me toward him. I can hear his harsh breathing from behind me.

“You are amazing,” he breathes, his voice raw. He thrusts deeper and deeper; I moan into the pillow, my legs starting to stiffen. He reaches underneath me and pulls on my nipples. I can’t hold on any longer, and I come, my screams masked by the pillow.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he moans and slams into me two more times then freezes as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me and rolls us both over, my back to his front. He gets up and heads for the bathroom. I lay there trying to catch my breath, exhausted. The next thing I know, he’s pulling a blanket over me and kissing me on the cheek. As I start to doze off, I hear him say “Good night, beautiful.”

Labor Day weekend is filled with outdoor activities, since the weather couldn’t be more perfect. Saturday, Chase takes me to the Central Park Zoo. Sunday, we go to on a cruise to nowhere, and Monday, we relax at my apartment with a traditional Labor Day barbeque dinner. The weekend couldn’t be more perfect.

I wake up early Tuesday, way before the alarm. Chase is still sleeping beside me. He looks so young, so relaxed. I am so happy I opened my heart and let him in. He is the sweetest, kindest man I have ever known. He is always telling me how beautiful I am, or how lucky he is to have me. He makes me laugh, which is huge. And, the sex is phenomenal. I don’t know what I did to deserve Chase walking into my life. Brenda was right; I found love when I wasn’t looking for it. I can honestl

y say I am in love with him.

I move his arm, which is draped over me and make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and go through my morning routine.

Once out of the bathroom, I go into my huge walk-in closet and get dressed. Since I am up early, I decide to make us both breakfast. I can let him sleep in a little longer.

I decide on eggs and sausage with English muffins. I place the sausage in the microwave while I whip up the eggs. I pour the scrambled mixture into a non-stick pan and place the English muffins in the toaster. Grabbing two plates, I take the sausage out of the microwave and place it on the plates with the eggs. Once the English muffins are buttered, they go on the plate next to the eggs. I take the plates and put them on the placemats that sit on the kitchen island and go to wake up Chase.

He is snoring when I enter the bedroom. I walk over to the side of the bed and whisper in his ear. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” I hear a low grunt. Leaning over him, I whisper again “I made breakfast.” A slow sexy smile appears on his lips, and he opens his eyes.

He grabs my upper arms and flops me onto the bed so he is hovering over me. I squeal in surprise. He looks down at me laughing. All he is wearing is a pair of pajama bottoms, and he looks yummy.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs next to my ear, nuzzling my neck.

“I made breakfast, it’s going to get cold,” I say with a slight hint of petulance. He knows I’m just playing.

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