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I look around and see that she doesn’t have a bathtub. I walk over and set her down on the counter, right next to the sink, before I walk over and start the shower. She might not have a bathtub but her shower is huge with a glass door. I walk back over to her; the tears have stopped and she follows me. I push the hair away from her face. “Baby”—my voice comes out soft—“you are so strong.”

“You waited for me.” She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine.

“Yeah,” I say, my fingertips touching her cheek and then going to her chin.

“Why?” she asks the loaded question. The same question I’m sure every single person in my family probably wanted to ask me today, but didn’t. She puts her hands on my hips as I stand in the middle of her legs. “Why did you wait there?”

“You were there,” are the only words that I can come up with, the only words that matter. My heart speeds up so fast, my mouth waters with the need to taste her. My hands shake as they trace her face.

“What does that mean?” She moves her face back and forth to feel my fingers.

“We need to get you in the shower.” I avoid telling her what it means, not sure she’s ready for me to give her everything. Not even sure I’m ready to admit that this thing with us is what dreams are made from. That this thing between us is what the fairy tales I read to my nieces are about. That this thing between us is forever. She’s my forever.

I haven’t kissed her yet, and yet I know. I pick her up and place her on her feet. She never lets her eyes linger from me. I bend down and rub my nose with hers, my lips getting so close to hers I can feel her breath on me. I pull her jacket off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor by her feet. I bend my head and kiss her shoulder softly. “All night long,” I say, moving the kisses up to her neck. “I pictured you alone.” I swallow the lump that forms, pushing it back down. “I felt like I was missing a piece of me.” I step away from touching her to pull the silky top over her head. Throwing it at her feet next to the jacket, she stands here in her strapless black bra. My hands go to the button of her white jeans, unsnapping them, the sound of the zipper echoes in the air. The steam from the shower now fills the room. I push the pants over her hips, squatting down in front of her slowly. Stopping to kiss her hip bone softly, before rolling her pants down to her feet. “Step out,” I say, and she steps from her jeans and kicks them with the other clothes. She stands in front of me in her bra and panties and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My cock strains against my pants to get out to her. My hands go to her neck. “If you weren’t getting bailed out today,” I say, “I was going to do whatever I needed to get to you.” Her mouth opens in shock. “I didn’t care, the only thing I wanted was to touch you,” I say, my head lowers a touch, “make sure you were okay.” A little bit more. “Make you know that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

I can taste her kiss when she puts her hands on my hips, gripping my shirt in her hand. “I was in a daze,” she tells me. “I had no idea what time it was.” She moves her hands higher up on my side, the T-shirt still clutched in her hand. “No idea what was going to happen.” She moves the shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. Her fingers move up my chest, the goose bumps fill my body. “I was numb.”

When her hands go to the button of my pants, I can’t help but call, “Julia.” Her name is like a plea on my lips. She ignores me, my eyes watching her hands unbutton my pants. A little hiss comes from me when she turns her hand and palms my cock as she pulls the zipper down. I feel as if my skin is on fire. Every single touch is elevated, every single movement is one more piece of me being ready to be snapped. She pushes my pants open, stepping even closer to me as she pushes the pants past my hips and they fall to the floor at my feet. I pull down my pants kicking them toward the pile. She unclips her bra, tossing it to the side as she slips from her panties. She stands in front of me totally naked.

“Tell me.” She looks up at me and all I can do is look at her, speechless. I’ve never in my life felt this feeling. I’ve never in my life wanted something as much as I want to taste her. I’ve never in my life wanted anything more than for her to be mine. “Why did you wait for me?” My hands go to my boxers as I take them off, my cock springing free. Her eyes move from the tip of my head down to my cock where she lingers for a second. She’s seen me naked before, but even she must sense that this is different.

I move even closer to her, pushing the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Why do you think?” I ask her and bend down and rub my nose with hers. “Why do you think I waited for you?” My lips brush hers and they linger for a second. “Tell me, Julia.” I move my head left and right as my lips brush hers. “Do you not know why I waited for you?” My lips hover over hers and I can see her chest moving up and down. Her tongue comes out as she licks her lips, and I swear, if I were a bomb, this is when I would go off. “Do you know what you are doing to me?”

“Chase.” She says my name as her hands roam up my chest. “Show me.” Her tongue comes out and slides on my lower lip. We both attack each other, my arms wrap around her waist as hers wrap around my neck. Turning, I pick her up off her feet and walk with her to the shower, our tongues fighting with each other. It’s the last first kiss I will ever have, because there is no way I’ll ever let her go.

CHAPTER27

Julia

My heart beats so fast and hard in my chest, I’m surprised it’s not coming out. The thumping plays in my ears louder and louder each time I touch him, or he touches me. Finding out he waited outside for me all night long did something inside me I can’t even describe. I’ve always known that people care. I’ve always known I’ve been loved. But that, that was something no one has ever done for me.

I thought I would be strong as soon as we entered the room, thought I would just brush it off. It’s as if my body knew I was now in my safe spot and my knees gave out. It wasn’t the first time I let my guard down in front of him, and just like before, he carried me. Now here I am in front of him naked, with every single nerve ending in my body on high alert. I’ve seen him naked before, but this is so much more. His fingertips touching me, his nose rubbing with mine, his lips touching mine. It’s fucking everything I thought it would be. Maybe we both knew once we crossed this line, it would be over for us. That there would never be another person. That we would have the kind of love everyone around us has. That this whole time he was the one for me and I was just too scared to push it.

“Chase,” I say as my hands roam up his chest. “Show me.” My tongue comes out and licks his bottom lip. I think I hold my breath for a second, my heart stops beating at that moment, right before we attack each other. His arms wrap around my waist as I slide mine around his neck, getting on my tippy-toes. Our chests press together as our tongues go around and around. He picks up me off my feet, turning and walking us to the shower, our tongues fighting with each other. It’s a kiss to end all kisses. I know that if this was my last night on earth and I could have anything I could ever want, it would be this kiss.

The warm water hits my back as I arch into him and he puts me down, our lips finally letting go of each other. Neither of us says a word, even if I could talk right now, the only thing I think I would say iskiss me. He picks up my loofah from the built-in shelf, along with my mango bodywash. He puts a bit on the loofah and then steps to me. “I’m going to wash it away,” he says softly, moving to me and kissing my neck before washing me. I close my eyes as he moves from my neck to my shoulder and down my arm. His fingers slide in with mine and the slippery soap suds. He kisses my lips so softly it’s as if it didn’t happen as he washes the other side of me. He turns me around so my back is to him as the water runs down my arms. He moves my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck. He moves the loofah from one side of my neck, all the way to the base of my back before turning me around, and I feel the soap run down my legs. My fingers tingle to touch him, my nipples are tight with need. Everything inside me is waiting for him to touch me, every part of me wants to be touched by him. Kissed by him, fucked by him. My toes tingle all the way up to my core, I need one touch, one stroke, and I think it’ll be game over.

He moves the loofah across the top of my chest, the warm water running over me as he moves the loofah down. My eyes watch his hand as he washes over the swell of my breasts. The loofah rubs over my nipple and all I can do is put my head back and moan. He moves the loofah to the other one, but then I feel him suck in my nipple. My eyes spring open, seeing his tongue come out and rolling around my nipple before biting it. “Chase,” I moan his name as he does the same thing to the other one. My hand comes up to grab his head, running my hand into his hair. He lets go of my nipple as he looks up at me, and now it’s my turn to bend my head to his lips. I slide my tongue into his mouth and I was wrong before. This is the kiss I want to be the last thing I feel on this earth. The kiss is soft, it’s delicate, it’s filled with desire and need. He takes his time kissing me and I follow his lead as I feel the loofah wash over my stomach and right in the middle of my legs. I open my legs more for him as the loofah rubs back and forth, if he applied even an ounce of pressure, I would probably come in his hand. I want to beg him to come back with the loofah when I feel it move to my ass. I arch my back toward him and he lets go of my lips. His eyes are so dark they look black as he moves me to the shower stream, making sure that the water washes over me. He kisses and sucks my neck for a couple of seconds before the loofah falls to my feet and he slips his hand in mine. He walks me back two steps to the bench in the corner.

“Sit,” he orders, and when my ass and back hit the cold tile, I don’t even shiver because I’m so hot from his touch, it’s a welcome feeling. He squats down in front of me, his fingers moving down from my hip to my knee. He picks up my knee and places my foot on the step, leaving me open for him. “My mouth is watering.” His finger goes to my lips as he opens me up even more. “I would die,” he mumbles, “just to get one taste.” I feel his breath on me right before his tongue comes out and he licks me. His tongue moves through my folds to my clit as my ass lifts from the bench. “Tastes like heaven.” His tongue moves side to side on my clit before licking down and sliding into me.

“Oh, God.” I’m panting at this point and all he does is look up and smirk at me.

“Chase,” I remind him, before he nips my clit and then devours me. He slides two fingers into me easily because I’m dripping wet. He pulls my ass forward a bit and I look at him.

“Chase,” I call his name as he looks up at me, his tongue sliding into me.

“What do you want, baby?” he says between licks.

“You, I want you.” My hands come up to pinch my nipples. “Inside me.” His fingers move with his tongue now.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and I’m definitely panting now.

“Yes,” I hiss and he stands up in front of me. I spring forward, gripping his cock in one hand, while my mouth swallows him. The girth is so big I can’t wrap my fingers around it, I bob my head three times before he takes his cock away from me. “No.” I swear I sound like a toddler.

He pulls my hand up, making me stand, while he sits, pushing his long hair back, the water holding it in place. He grips his cock in his hand. “You want me inside you?” I can only nod my head. “Then come and get what you want.” I walk to him, the need to sink down on him so strong, but the need to have him over me stronger. Turning, I make my way over and shut off the water before heading back to him. His hand on his cock, he jerks himself off as he watches me.

I hold out my hand to him and he slides his hand in mine, without even asking any questions. He stands up, following me out of the shower. His hand grabs the towel as he dries me off, trailing kisses over my body as he does that. My hand goes to his cock the whole time as I work him in my hand. He stops drying me for a second to slide his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is fucking perfect, everything with him is perfect. He quickly dries himself off before I turn and walk from the bathroom, putting my arm behind me. He grabs my hand as I walk to the bed with him.

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