Keeping Allie (Breaking Away #3) (17 page)

I want both. Can’t I have desire and be comfortable, too?

So I say that.

He stops moving.

“You want to feel desire and comfort?”

I backpedal. “It’s silly, I know. It’s hard to explain. It’s like...” My voice dies out as I realize it really is hard to explain. Especially when I’m naked and Chase is naked and I just want to connect with him. There’s this wall between us. I can’t figure out where it came from. I can’t understand how to tear it down. 

“No, baby. It makes perfect sense, actually.” He moves away from me and stretches out on the bed, on his back. Chase’s grin is open and authentic. “How about this. I’m yours.
You
touch
me
. However you want, whenever you want. You have all the control. You have all the choices. It’s all in your hands, Allie.”

I have all the control.

I have all the choices.

“What if I don’t want what you want?” I ask, so softly even I can barely hear myself. 

“Then that’s that. You have to want it, too, for it to happen.” He stares long and hard at me. “Nothing happens that you don’t want. You’ve had too much happen to you where you didn’t have any rights or choices. That’s over. Never gonna happen again.” He frowns, then smiles at me, a playful look. “Starting now,” he adds, wiggling his ass a little, settling in as if he’s already enjoying himself.

“Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to get me to do all the work while you just lie there and look pretty?” I tease.

“Me?” he says in mock horror. “I am too much of a gentleman ever to do such a thing.”

I reach forward and grasp him by the base of his—

“Holy hell,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “God, I’ve missed you, Allie.” His hands move as if he’s going to touch me and then he retreats. He’s remembering his promise. 

This is my show.

I’m not sure how I feel about this. I feel awkward. On display. Like I have all the power. Having no power is a wretched experience, one I never want to repeat. Having all the power, though, has its problems, too.

I let go of him and sit up, naked on the small platform where the bed is. We’re facing the ocean, and there’s a zippered flap that acts as a cover for the small screen window at the end of the tapered pop-out. I reach across Chase, crawling on all fours like a cat. My body is stretched over him. I unzip the flap and see the shore. The white, foamy peaks of the ocean’s waves make me smile.

Something wet and warm covers one nipple. I look down. It’s Chase. His tongue makes lazy circles and I gasp.

He lets go. “Sorry,” he says in a voice that very clearly is
not
sorry. “Couldn’t help myself.”

So that’s how it’s going to be?

I smile at him and raise my eyebrows, then slowly back down over his body. He’s practically shaking with the attempt not to touch me.

Hmm. Power can be fun after all. When used properly.

I kiss his chest and trace a wet line with my tongue around one of his nipples. He groans.

“Your turn,” I whisper, blowing hot air on the tight skin.

He reaches up and bites my earlobe.

I return the favor.

“What do you want, Allie? Anything,” he says, his voice a long, pleading sound that makes me glad we have all night. All the time in the world. I’m wet and throbbing, wanting him inside me. I need Chase to drive the fear out of me. I don’t need the control right now. I
know
I have it, so I don’t
need
it.

What I want is
him
.

I climb up and kiss him, resting the entire length of my body against his. We are one big wall of hot skin. His hands cover my back, my ass, my ribs, my hair. He’s touching me everywhere, as if he could mix the two of us together like finger paint, like flesh you can combine to make something better. Prettier. Artistic. 

“I want you. I want you to make love to me, Chase. I’m so tired of being alone. Of being afraid.” I pull up and look at him.
Really
look at him. “I mean it when I say I want you to be my first. I also want you to be my only.”

“I love you so much, Allie. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” I say, pressing my fingers against that strong, sultry mouth. “No apologies. Nothing but this right now,” I say, kissing him deeply. “And I love you, too.” My voice catches in my throat, the emotion overwhelming. “With all my heart. Now let’s show each other.” 

Chapter Twenty-Eight

He flips me on my back in a breathless maneuver and peppers my belly with kisses, his mouth going down until his tongue touches a spot that makes me cry out with joy. It’s so concentrated—the pleasure. Like someone took every shred of goodness and arousal and put them all in his fingertips, his tongue, his hands. 

The fire that has built in me is stoked, flames bursting, licking the edges of consciousness. I am going to explode. My hands grasp the bedsheets, crushing rose petals in them. The scent of roses fills the air as I arch up, wanting more of Chase, his hands roaming everywhere. Just when I think I can’t take anymore love from him I hear an enormous wave crash against the surf, my eyes closed, my body rising up, up, up.

And crashing with it.

I thrash and moan his name over and over, my mind worn away like the soft, smooth rocks on the beach as I overflow into a climax that makes me splinter and ignite. Chase is relentlessly attentive and just as I’m about to beg him to stop I crash again, my body lost in the waves of enjoyment. I’m one big pulse, one heartbeat throbbing right where his tongue does delightful things that turn me into a melted pool of devotion to him. 

He kisses his way back up my body, from belly to the valley between my breasts. Chase pauses to kiss each nipple, then gives me a taste of myself. I feel languid and stretched out, like a well-pulled piece of taffy. I’m warm and safe and eager.

I’m ready.

His eyes search mine and he sees it, too.

I’m more than ready.

He reaches into a tiny drawer next to the bed and pulls out what I assume is a condom. In seconds it’s open and he’s putting it on. I’m grateful in that moment, but his kisses on my neck as he moves between my legs, his thighs between mine, make me forget everything but the sensation of him.

I widen my legs and let instinct take over. I close my eyes and for a second, I’m drawn out of this blanket of us, pulled into fear. Will it hurt? Will I change? I can’t go back once we cross this threshold. It’s irrevocable.

I’ll be a different Allie in seconds.

My body tenses, then relaxes as Chase looks at me. His eyes are the color of topaz and caramel, darkened with desire and love.

“You want this?” he asks. I realize he’s giving me control again, his hand coming up to cradle my cheek, thumb stroking my lips.

“I want
you
,” I say, nudging my hips up until—

Oh!

He enters me with a smooth, fluid grace that seems so easy. So full. He’s going inch by inch and I can tell he’s holding back. Chase is being respectful of my body. My pain. My invitation. 

“All the way. I want all of you, Chase,” I whisper in his ear as he lowers his head, curling his hips. I press my knees into the sides of him and we change angles just so.

Now he’s really with me. In me. I am his and he is mine.

We are as joined as two bodies can be.

He moves so that our chests push together, his rhythm slow and controlled at first. I thought this would hurt more. It’s breathtaking, and I have to remember to breathe. The feel of so much of his body entwined in mine is overwhelming.

But not at all uncomfortable.

A glow begins deep inside and as he pulls out and then moves back in, the feeling becomes more pleasurable. It’s as if the glow is pulsating and making me feel softer. Melting. The sensation builds and I reach down, grasping his ass, urging him deeper. Faster.

More.

I want more.

I want it all.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I say, astonished by my own words. “It’s...full.”

His low laugh makes the glow burn brighter. “I want it to be perfect,” he admits.

“Oh, it is,” I say with a sigh. Chase pulls back and looks at me, moving steadily in and out.

I’m his.

That glow deep inside grows. It spreads and swells, like a tiny ripple in the vast ocean that turns into a tsunami. We are nothing but skin and sweat, kisses and murmurs, movement and pulse. I lose track of where my body begins and Chase’s ends, and he starts to tense, his body shaking slightly, his breath quickening.

“Oh, Allie,” he rasps, his voice vulnerable and powerful at the same time. “Are you ready?”

Ready for what?
I think just as he pushes harder and deeper, the pain driving all my breath out of me, filling me with a glorious shockwave that radiates out into the ocean, across continents, through time and space. Chase says my name over and over like he can’t stop, and his back arches up, ass like marble under my hands. I can’t stop digging my fingers into his back, as if I need to cling to him.

I’m falling, loose and untethered, through an eternal love that has no end.

I don’t know how much time passes before I become hyperaware of everything. The brush of Chase’s breath on my sweaty neck gives me a chill. The soft burning feeling between my legs. The ache of one hip. The tightness of my burn scar against his rib. I swallow and hear my throat click. I’m parched. We’re stuck together at the hip with slickness and loose flesh. Chase just breathes, slow and steady. His lips move, kissing the hollow of my neck.

I let my legs go slack. I feel like every emotion has been exorcized from me. I am nothing but
now
.

He slides out of me, the feeling strangely welcome and disappointing at the same time. Rose petals are stuck to my body in random places. One happens to cover one of my nipples perfectly. Chase turns away from me and looks down. His hand moves and—oh. He’s taking care of the condom. Funny how reality intrudes.

And yet it doesn’t. Reality is about being taken care of. He’s being real. Real is so much better than any alternative.

He turns back and looks at me and bursts into laughter.

“That’s one hell of a nipple you got there,” he says.

“Like it?” I pluck another petal off the bed and put it on my other nipple. “There. Now I match.”

His face goes serious and loving. “You feel all right?”

“All right?” I gasp, sitting up. “All right? That was just supposed to be ‘all right’?”

“Well,” he says with a funny look on his face. “I was hoping for ‘the best sex ever in the history of mankind’, but...”

“Achievement unlocked,” I say, reaching up for a kiss. He stretches out, the movement catlike, and soon we’re making out, naked and sweaty, the ocean a steady pulse on the wind.

“I love you, Allie,” Chase says. “And I don’t ever want to be apart again.”

“Me too and me either,” I say. I turn over on my belly and look out the screened window at the ocean. At some point, the moon decided to peek out from under the clouds. The white foam of the surf looks like cotton. Like softness.

Like comfort.

Chase’s warm palm comes to rest on my ass, sliding up my spine to rest on my shoulder. He joins me on his belly, too.

“You’re amazing,” he says, stroking my hair.

“This is amazing,” I say, pointing to the water.

“We’re amazing,” he adds.

“And now I’m home,” I say, turning to him.

“Forever,” he says as he leans in for a kiss.

THE END

While Chase and Allie’s story is complete, you can read on to learn more about his bother, Mark, and Mark’s old flame, Carrie, in my next series, the Coming Home series—
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Finding Allie

Chasing Allie

Keeping Allie

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Table of Contents

What if Romeo and Juliet had a happy ending?

Keeping Allie

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen