Page 66 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

His other hand came up and he weaved through my hair, slowly leading me down until my lips were brushing against his. The connection was electric. My soft gasp gave him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into mouth. Need twisted my stomach and I lowered to sink my fingertips into the hard muscle of his shoulder. Where I expected him to continue kissing me, he didn’t. Chase scooted more toward the middle, holding my hand as he silently called me to follow. And I went. Our gazes never left each other. Not when he pulled back the blankets for me, or when he blindly turned off the TV. We both lowered, lying down to face each other, content to just stare.

Fingers linked through mine, bringing our hold to rest between us as time passed. In gentle caresses, his thumb trailed the length of mine. For a sensation that should have been soothing, it had the opposite reaction. My breaths were deepening, my breasts aching to be touched.

Lying on my side, I felt my knee lift toward my chest. My clit pulsed and I nearly moaned as his grip tightened and he brought my hand to his mouth. The first kiss on the tip of my index finger was almost nonexistent. His lips separated and he went back to the same one, slipping me inside just enough for his tongue to tease the pad of my finger. Teeth grazed over my skin, teasing, taunting my imagination.

“Are you feeling brave, little one?”

“Brave?”

Again, he nipped, sucking at the tip before he brought my finger up to my mouth, gliding his wetness over my lips.

“Suck,” he said, pairing his digit next to mine.

My lips opened and he guided our fingers over my tongue. Chase made a small sound while he pushed us deeper. Just seeing what I was doing to him, I couldn’t help but close and add suction. A moan shook his chest and I could see the discipline he held onto. It was so much more than mine. My free hand was already moving, inching in his direction.

“More.” The word was practically a growl as he edged forward. “Don’t you take those eyes off of me either.”

I opened wide, taking both of our fingers to the back of my throat before easing my lips back against us. I withdrew slowly, massaging my tongue down the length.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing his other hand under my head to fist my hair. “There is no greater temptation than when a woman you’re dying for begs you with her eyes. I hear your pleas. Your silent needs. And I’m going to give them to you.” He broke away, standing from the bed. “But not tonight.”

Chapter 22

Chase

I thought I’d seen Kit pout before. What I’d witnessed for the last five days was on another level. She was like a puppy, throwing sad eyes my way every chance she got. She may not have noticed what she was doing, but I saw her stolen glances. Her slightly pouty lip when I would talk to her. Sadness. Yes, it was so thick within her. She tried to act strong and brave, and she had been, but I saw right through her facade. I saw everything. I was so fixated on what was mine, I didn’t miss a thing. Not a glance from the men who sat in my living room, and not the smallest micro expression that played across her face. Knowing that she held my child put me in a state of protectiveness I had never known existed. It was a satisfying feeling to uphold, but a dangerous weapon for anyone who thought to get too close.

“Did you get ahold of Dr. Whitley?”

Kit was headed in my direction with a glass of apple juice in one hand and a package of saltines in the other. I let a smile pull at my lips as I nodded.

“I did. She’ll see us Friday.”

“Friday? That’s almost a week away.”

I gestured to the couch where her pillow and blanket were already set up. She hated being in the room during the day and made it clear. Since I wanted her to rest due to her sickness, I moved her to the living room. It was an easy enough solution, but one I was starting to think better of. The men were quickly taking a liking to her. A lot. I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about that.

“Friday is your sixth week. Dr. Whitley mentioned a heartbeat, so I guess we wait.”

Another pout.

Kit curled to her pillow, half sitting, half in a ball. I sighed, taking the next cushion while she focused on the new pack of crackers. The front door opened and Weston walked in, resetting the alarm. Laughing and talking broke out, but I didn’t give it much attention as I focused on Kit. Her eyebrows drew in while she watched them. The smell of pizza drifted through the air and I heard Palo before I could process Kit’s actions.

“Hey, what were you told?”

But Kit was already flying from the couch and racing to the downstairs restroom next to the basement stairs. I threw Weston a look, and headed to help her. It was the third time today. The first had woken me up at five in the morning. The second had been when she went downstairs and Max was cooking eggs. She couldn’t stand eggs.

“Sorry, Father, I forgot to call and warn you.”

“Don’t let it happen again.”

I opened the door, holding back Kit’s hair as she heaved continuously. I knew the routine. I’d done this every morning with her and although she tried to stop me the first few times, she knew better. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I turned the water to the sink on as she flushed, moving and grabbing her downstairs toothbrush.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I thought for a minute I would be okay. It just hits so suddenly. Maybe I should move back upstairs. I can’t stand that the guys have to eat outside or in another part of the house when I’m around.”

“They were supposed to give warning. I told them I would take you to your room. Weston forgot to do that.” And I should have remembered. Damn, I was too focused on her I forgot everything not concerning what she was doing in the moment.

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