Page 62 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chase

I stood at the side of the bed, studying Jax in her sleep. She hadn’t called out or twitched once in her sleep last night. I prayed it was a sign that her healing had begun. Her trusting me enough to share her horrific past meant than she could ever know. She needed help, and I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I was enough.

As far as our relationship, there was no denying our connection, but I don’t believe she was aware of, how deeply she had embedded herself into my blood. She had tattooed an indelible imprint on my heart that would never be removed.

An annoying and uncomfortable idea crept into my head. I had revealed in the heat of uncontrolled passion that I was obsessed with her. A part of me knew I had spoken the truth, knew that I was willing to do anything for her, but letting it slip had been a mistake. Hearing her story had only amplified that feeling.

She stirred and I jumped back, pretending to walk in. “Hey, sleepy head.” I handed her the glass of orange juice I was holding.

“Chase,” she uttered what had become her greeting for me. Her gaze met mine, and left my words hanging in my throat. After making love to her last night, my feelings had grown into something I was sure I couldn’t hide anymore. I also knew her well enough that she wasn’t going to tolerate me feeling sorry for her, but her story had gutted me.

“Breakfast is ready if you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving.” She sat up and sipped from the juice. My probing gaze dropped to her perky tits. “Let me take a quick shower first.”

I had already showered, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to join her. However, I resisted the urge because I had asked enough of her.

Last night had meant more than I could explain to Jax. It meant more than being CEO of Swift Capital, more than the prestigious titles and accolades given to me, more than all the money in the world.

Jax had taken possession of me when she walked into my meeting. She had taken my mind the night in the hotel. Last night, she had taken all of me, and I don’t believe she realized it.

After breakfast we relaxed in what I learned was her favorite part of the yacht, the atrium. I tugged off my T-shirt and took the lounge chair next to her in my swim shorts. I gawked as she stripped off her swim cover-up, revealing a tiny royal blue bikini. It highlighted a body with the power to drive me insane. I was left unable to pull my eyes away and she knew it.

The entire time she stripped, she kept her eyes on me. Walking past her chair, she approached and stood above mine.

“Let me help you with that sunscreen,” she offered.

I swiped the bottle and handed it up to her.

“Help me with anything you want.” My restless gaze followed the tattoo up her leg, across her thigh, up her side, and to the underside of her tit, until my gaze returned to hers. She didn’t move an inch until my greedy eyes were fed.

She sprayed until the sunscreen wet her palms and rubbed me down so good, I was approaching the rush of a climax.

My offer to help her apply her sunscreen was knocked away when she straddled my chair before sitting and positioning herself across my lap. Immediately, my dick tented in my shorts and pressed into the warm inside of her thigh.

Grinding into me, I moaned under the movement of her warm sensuality. She gripped my chin and turned my face to hers. She was so commanding she couldn’t see what was right in front of her face.

I was under her spell, had fallen for her so deep I couldn’t see straight. She could easily find the telltale signs in my eyes. She only needed to listen to my erratic breathing every time she came near me, or the way my heart pounded when she touched me. The chaotic beat had set to a unique rhythm that only occurred for her.

But for now, I’d let her think whatever she wanted. I think she was operating under the guise that we were still warring for control, but that line had been destroyed.

“It’s my turn, Chase, and you know I like to push things way too far.” She flashed a wicked smirk. The determined glint in her eyes reinforced her words. She was about to fuck my head up worse. However, after last night, I believed she was capable of more than she projected through her tough words and aggressive actions. It had taken a tremendous amount of strength for her to tell me about her childhood, and although she was determined not to show it, I knew that she was mentally drained.

Her kissed started with a tender caress until the sharp pinch of her teeth sank into my bottom lip and hit me like a punch. The pain slid down my throat. As quickly as she shot blissful agony into me, her hot pussy turned on my dick and promised it more pleasure. It was so hard, it throbbed with the heavy need she evoked and only she could drive away.

Her soft lips sat against my ear. “We are going to play a little roleplaying game. It’s a simple one since we don’t have any props to play with.”

She glanced instinctively behind us before continuing. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now and all you have to do is keep your shit together.”

An involuntary shiver churned in my stomach, and my breath quickened to keep up with my screaming pulse. Her hand slid from my chin, down my chest, and between our bodies. She ripped apart the opening of my swim shorts and stuck her warm hand inside. When her hand wrapped around my length, my mouth fell open, but I didn’t dare spit out a word.

Her hulking gaze remained on me, stalking me like prey, waiting for me to call attention to our play. I bit back my words. I hadn’t a clue as to what she’d do if I failed, however, she’d instilled in me an urgent need to find out what was coming next.

The waving, dark waters of the Atlantic, the breeze, and the eighty-degree temperature cast the perfect setting. While her hand worked my hard shaft, her eyes left mine for a look around the main body of the yacht.

She slipped her bikini bottom to the side and raised up, hovering her pussy above my dick. I didn’t know if I could sit there and take it, not from Jax. There was a vast mental and physical difference in being inside her with no condom, and I rejoiced in the fact that she wasn’t about to use one. The tip dipped into her warm tight grip, causing me to rest my head on her shoulder, and I released a deep groan. I did my best to swallow my gasps as my fingers pressed into her arm with a bruising force. It didn’t go down smoothly as a choking grunt escaped.

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