Enjoying the Chase (43 page)

As we walked through her door, she turned
to me, biting on her bottom lip, looking so sexy that I actually couldn
’
t believe my luck that I got a girl like this.
A gorgeous girl but with a wonderful personality and a brain on top, which just
made her blow my mind.

She gripped the front of my T-shirt and
pulled me closer to her; I moaned in the back of my throat and crashed my lips
to hers, wrapping my arms around her tightly so she couldn
’
t get away from me. She walked backwards into the lounge and pulled
me along with her, never once breaking the kiss as she lowered herself down
onto the sofa. I couldn
’
t keep my
hands off her; she was being so forceful that it was almost killing me.

I pressed myself to her, running my hands
down her body, savouring the feel of her curves under my fingers. Her body was
incredible and ‘little Nate
’
was
fighting with me to just give in already and screw the life out of her.

The make
out session was getting so hot that I could barely think about
anything that wasn
’
t her. She
’
d taken over all of my senses; her taste and
touch were the only things that mattered in the world. I couldn
’
t get close enough to her.

Rosie
moved, wrapping her legs around my
waist and suddenly yelped in pain, arching her back and reaching behind her.
“Ouch, crap!” she moaned.

I pulled back to see if she was okay, just
as she pulled a toy car out from behind her back, laughing. I took it out of
her hand. “Oh sorry, I was wondering where I left that,” I joked, making her
laugh as I dropped it over the arm of the sofa. I smiled and kissed down the
side of her neck, chuckling to myself that she still smelled like beer from
earlier in the night where Josh
’
s
friend had spilt it on her. “
You still smell,
” I muttered, licking the skin on her upper arm, seeing if she
tasted like beer too.

She pulled me up slightly so my face was
level with hers. “You
’
re such a
charmer.”

“I know, that line works every time,” I
agreed, playing along. I pulled back, lifting my body off hers because if I
didn
’
t get some distance between
our bodies soon, I was going to lose all of my will power to stay strong and
wait for the L word. “Why don
’
t
you go grab a shower so you don
’
t
make your bed smell like a brewery too?”
I suggested.

“Want to come wash my back?” Her face
showed me exactly how nervous she was about that though, she looked terrified
of me for some reason.

I bit back my ‘hell yeah
’
response that tried to escape. Instead, I
shook my head. “Not tonight. You go, I
’
ll wait for you here,” I suggested, easing myself up to a sitting
position, and pulling her up too.

She recoiled, looking a little concerned
and embarrassed. I smiled and leant in, kissing her lightly before pushing her
up off the sofa, and nodding towards her bathroom. She chewed on her lip with a
cute little bewildered expression on her face.

“Um…. Okay, well make yourself at home
then. I won
’
t be long,” she said
weakly as she headed towards the back hallway.

I nodded and grabbed the TV remote, holding
it so tightly that I was actually surprised that I hadn
’
t crushed the damn thing. She was about to get naked in the apartment
and had just invited me in… and I
’
d
turned her down? What the fuck? Had I seriously lost my mind? Player Nate was
screaming at me, telling me to get my loser ass off the sofa and follow her
into the bathroom and have my way with her until she couldn
’
t even remember Josh
’
s name anymore. I squeezed my eyes closed as I heard the shower turn
on; I couldn
’
t stop myself
imagining the water cascading down her body, caressing every inch of her skin.

“Oh. My. God. Get a grip of yourself,
Nate!” I scolded, gripping my hands in my hair and putting my forehead on my
knees, trying to think of anything other than her naked body and the flirty
expression that she
’
d shot me when
she asked me to wash her back. My feet were twitching, my legs bouncing on the
spot, as I tried desperately to remember why it was that I was staying strong
and waiting.

Reason one: she
’
d been hurt.

Two: she didn
’
t trust guys.

Three: this was what she wanted.

And finally, reason four: I
’
d already let her down and wanted to prove to
her that I was serious about her and DJ.

As I listed them in my head they just didn
’
t seem to matter to me anymore. My jeans were
literally straining against my erection; I was so hard that I had to shift in
my seat to relieve some of the pressure. I groaned and sat back, unconsciously
cupping my hand on my crotch, trying to ease some of the pressure and calm
down, but nothing helped. I tried thinking of sports. I tried picturing my
wrinkly old English teacher naked. I even tried imagining myself with Minnie again,
just to get this fucking wood to go away, but the damn thing seemed to have a
mind of its own, and the only thing it was thinking about at the moment was
Rosie.

Finally she was done, I heard her come out
of the room but I couldn
’
t turn
around.

“Nate,” she called, her voice both
seductive and nervous at the same time.

Oh, dear God.
“Yeah?” I croaked, not turning to look at her.

She laughed quietly. “Er… you want to come
to bed then, or…”

I turned in my seat, and the air rushed out
of my lungs in one big gust. She
’
d
changed into a black tank top that clung to her body and little black boy
shorts that moulded to her figure. She was amazing. She
bit
her lip
, looking at me worriedly as she ran her hand
through her hair, letting it down from the loose twist she
’
d had all day. She was the image of perfection, and I knew right
then that wild horses couldn
’
t
drag me from this apartment.

I stood up and nodded, praying that my
jeans would hide the hard-on I was sporting. I didn
’
t really need to worry about that though because her eyes never left
mine for a second as I walked towards her. When I got to her, I took her hand
in mine and kissed her softly.

“If I died right now I would be an
incredibly happy man, because the last thing I got to see, was the most beautiful
sight I could ever imagine,” I whispered.

She gasped and stepped closer, crushing her
body against mine. I could almost hear her heart hammering
in her chest.
“That was the sweetest line I
’
ve ever heard,” she said quietly.

I smiled and shook my head, touching my
forehead to hers as I looked into her big brown eyes. “That wasn
’
t a line, that was me being honest.”

She stepped back, walking backwards towards
her bedroom, her eyes not leaving mine as she tugged on my hand, making me
follow her. As I matched my step to hers, the air practically crackled with
sexual tension.

I need to be strong. Say no. Just hold
her like I planned. Resist, Nate, you can do it.

She pushed the door shut behind me and
stepped closer, gripping the bottom of my T-shirt and pulling it over my head.
She smiled as she trailed her fingers across my stomach. “I kind of miss the
Rosie
’
s bitch art work,” she
teased.

I laughed and kissed her lightly. In the
dim light of her bedside lamp, she looked way too special for me. What on earth
had I done right to deserve a girl like her? I always knew I was a good-looking
guy, I could get any girl that I wanted, but I wasn
’
t actually man enough to keep a girl like Rosie. She was just too
incredible for words, and sooner or later she would realise that I wasn
’
t good enough for her and she
’
d dump my ass. The thought was actually
painful because I didn
’
t want to
be without her now.

As we kissed, her hands went to the belt of
my jeans, her fingers working on it, her hands so close to my crotch that I
could barely stand it. I wanted her so much, but I was going to wait. I
had
to wait. I had to be strong.

Because she seemed to be fumbling
nervously, I pushed her hands away and unbuckled it, ripping open my buttons at
the same time. I kissed her again and walked her backwards to the bed, stopping
when the back of her knees hit the side. She whimpered, and the sound almost
drove me crazy.

As she lay down in the bed, I pulled back,
turning slightly as I pulled off my jeans, trying to rearrange downstairs so it
wasn
’
t so freaking obvious. I
threw my jeans on the chair by the side of her bed and turned back to her.

She
’
d climbed into the bed and had lifted the cover, looking at me
expectantly, waiting for me to get in with her. I smiled as I slipped in next
to her, filling the empty space. “So, is this my side of the bed now, Stripes?”
I asked, grinning like a fool at the thought of claiming the space in her bed.

She laughed and shrugged. “
I guess.
”

I groaned appreciatively as she pressed
herself against me, I could feel her curves pressed against my body and my
mouth actually started to water. I rolled to the side and pulled her impossibly
closer to me, my gaze locked on hers as I spoke.

“I
’
m claiming this side. You don
’
t ever let another man in your bed,” I stated, trying to come across
as playful, but the whole Josh situation had put a hard, possessive edge to my
tone so it came across a lot more serious than I
’
d intended. 

She smiled and traced her hands up my
chest, her nails scratching gently, before gripping one hand in the back of my
hair. “No other men? Not even DJ?” she teased.

I pressed my body to hers, unable to resist
grinding my erection against her hip, making her gasp and look at me with wide
eyes. “DJ
’
s allowed, but other
than that I
’
m the only guy you
sleep with.”

She nodded, biting her lip, her eyes wide
and excited. “I love it when you get all forceful. It
’
s a total turn-on how masterful you are, Officer Peters,” she
whispered, tugging on my hair slightly, making me move closer to her, our lips
almost meeting.

Officer Peters. Why does that sound so
naughty coming out of her mouth?

“And I love this tiny little outfit you
’
re wearing, Ms York,” I purred, rolling on top
of her more, my mouth brushing against hers as I spoke. I wanted desperately to
close the distance and kiss her until we couldn
’
t breathe, but I wasn
’
t
sure how much teasing my body could take. How long would it be before sexual
frustration actually killed me? Would I be the first man in the world to die of
it? 

She smiled. “Personally, I don
’
t like these pyjamas; I think maybe you should
take them off me.”

Oh, dear God. Strength, Nate! Use the
inner strength!
I wasn
’
t actually sure I possessed enough inner strength for this girl. I
rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, making her squeak from the shock
and giggle excitedly.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she sat up,
her peachy little behind pressing heavily on my erection making me moan quietly
at the feel of it. This really was like torture. She smiled at me wickedly.

 “Ooh, someone
’
s a little excited,” she stated, blushing slightly as she shifted
her hips, grinding on me.

“A little excited doesn
’t quite cover it,
” I admitted, my voice husky
and thick with lust.

She grinned and moved, leaning over and
grabbing something from her bedside cabinet. She shifted back to me again,
sitting on my crotch heavily, the pressure almost driving me out of my mind.
She dangled the little candy necklace from one finger. “I have big plans for
this.” She trailed it down my chest, and I groaned at the tickling sensation.

What were the reasons that I didn
’
t want to do this? I scrambled desperately for
the reasons that I wanted to wait. There were four of them. I
’
d listed them earlier, something about wanting
to prove myself. Think, Nate, think!