Page 39 of Lost Without You (Chasing Olivia 2)

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sp; “Did you?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Chase.” Turning away from him, I blow him off. I refuse to feed into his behavior and hold strong as he follows behind.

“You might as well have been, the way you were dancing,” he says, bristling with tension. “He was practically dry humping you.”

“Chase, we were dancing. That’s all. I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is the way he was touching you. No one should touch you that way, except me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, obviously trying to reign in his temper. Opening his eyes, he appears wounded.

“Look,” I say, trying a softer approach, “you need to understand something. When I was with Evan, he controlled my entire life. From what I did and with whom, to what I wore and where I went. This is the first time I’m able to do what I want without fear of someone looking over my shoulder. I didn’t think it was a big deal. I told him I was with you. And I am with you.”

His face softens, but there’s still fury hiding behind his eyes. “The last thing I want is to oppress you the way Evan did, but you need to look at it the way I saw it. What if you walked into a bar and I had my arms around some random woman, how would you feel?”

“We were just dancing.”

“You might have been just dancing, but I’d be willing to bet he had other ideas.” Walking toward me, Chase pulls me into his arms. “I don’t want anyone dancing with you like that, except me.”

“I never would have let anything happen,” I say.

“I know. I trust you, it’s the other guy I don’t trust.”

“It’s the same thing. I would never do what Evan did to me, and that means being with anyone but you. It takes two to tango, and I wasn’t interested.”

“Olivia—”

“You can’t come running up like Rocky Balboa if you see something you don’t like.” I lean up and kiss the tip of his nose. “I’ll try not to make you crazy, but there’s going to be a learning curve. I want to be able to do the things I want to do without fear of being told no.”

Holding me close, Chase breathes near my ear, “Just no more sexy dancing with strangers, please?”

“Okay, deal.”

Leaning down, Chase places a chaste kiss on my lips. “Now, the fun part.”

“What’s that?” I ask, puzzled.

“Make-up sex.” Chase scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom. “I am going to worship your body. For hours.” Standing me up at the edge of the bed, Chase’s fingertips skim my skin as he takes each layer of clothing off my body, one piece at a time.

When he finishes, he steps back to admire his work. “Chase,” I murmur.

“Mmm,” he hums, his eyes scanning my body.

“We don’t have hours. It’s already two in the morning.”

“The wedding’s isn’t until five tomorrow. We have lots of time.” With that, he strips. Positioning me across the bed, he lays naked beside me, running his fingers up and down my body from my neck to my navel. “You’re so soft, so beautiful,” he murmurs as his fingertips ignite my skin, leaving a fire in their wake.

“Chase—”

“Shhh,” he tells me. Shifting, his lips follow the trail his fingers make, leaving soft kisses behind. “I want to savor you. Take. My. Time,” he says in between kisses. I feel the vibrations of his words against my hip as he moves down my body.

Jumping off the bed, he grabs my feet and pulls my body to the edge so my feet are just dangling over the floor. Kneeling by my feet, he picks up my left foot. He runs his tongue across my instep, causing me to squirm. “Stay still,” he reprimands, “or I’ll need to restrain you.”

He continues his delicious torture, running his tongue up the other foot. The sensation runs straight up my body, like an electric current coursing through me. His teeth graze the pad of my toe, causing me to shiver. “Stay. Still,” he repeats, a little more forcefully.

There’s a strange vibe coming off of him, different than normal. It’s as if he’s hiding his emotions, masking them with sex. The thought causes a chill to run through me, making me move again. He stops what he’s doing and looks up at me.

“I believe I’ve asked you twice to stay still,” he says, playfully scolding me, his lips twitching up into a devilish smile. Standing, he walks toward the dresser, mumbling, “If you want something done right.”

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