Ready to Love Again (Sweet Romance #2) (17 page)

Chapter

Twenty-Three

Alyssa

Chase’s hands burned through my dress and made my skin break out in goose bumps. He took a step closer to my back, the flimsy material of my dress made it easy to feel how aroused he was. I couldn’t lie, it felt good to be wanted. Part of me said Justine had been right and that I shouldn’t be seeing someone so soon, the other part of me however, that was another matter. My pulse was racing, and while that could have been from the dancing, it was more likely caused by the sexy Brazilian god that was holding onto my swaying hips. My core temperature sky-rocketed and the butterflies that were swirling in my tummy were a sure sign that Chase’s closeness was affecting me. What to do about it was the question.

I looked around the room and noticed that people were consumed with conversation or dancing, nobody seemed to be watching the two of us as we danced and I playfully sashayed under Chase’s touch, bringing him closer to me. As I made contact with his body, my heart skipped a beat, with only four pieces of material—my flimsy dress and panties, his pants and boxers—between us, I was panting with raw lust. I couldn’t deny the chemistry we had, any hotter and someone would have to douse us with water. With nothing but desire spurring me on, I looked round at Chase and crooked a finger in a ‘come here’ gesture. His eyes lit up as I reached a hand behind me and brushed lightly against his arousal before taking his hand in mine and pulling him in the direction of the staircase.

We ascended the staircase in record time so that no-one noticed us slipping away from the party. I took one last look behind us to make sure, then I turned in the direction of my bedroom. I took a moment to mentally question whether my room was tidy, then led Chase through the door and quietly closed it behind us.

Looking at Chase, I saw that beautiful smile I had missed these last few weeks, his sexy dimple appearing like magic. Feeling a smile play on my own lips, I reached out a hand to Chase’s chest—the way he was dressed tonight made him look sexier than I had ever seen him—I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, it was just as fast as mine. His eyes shone with lust and need, reflecting my own feelings back at me. The truth of the matter was, now we were in my room, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to take this man to my bed, but would a quickie satiate the thirst? Should I even be doing this? There was no question about wanting to. Hell, I more than wanted to, I needed to. But would Chase think this would lead to more? Was I going to be able to give more? I thought I had decided Justine was right and that I should steer clear, but whenever I saw Chase, it was like a sensory overload of emotions, I was getting mixed up between what my head and heart wanted.

Without overthinking the moment, I began to undo the buttons on the navy button down shirt underneath my hand. The sight of Chase’s ripped torso made my breathing hitch as I pushed the shirt down his shoulders. I savoured the sight of him as my hands reached to undo his belt. His chest rose and fell, a simple move that made my heart thud in my chest. I licked my lips as I saw him looking at them. I guessed he was remembering only too well what happened last time we were in a similar scenari
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I can’t lie, I still thought about it all the time—but this was no time for thinking, only action. My hands fumbled slightly as I unzipped the fly of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Chase leaned over and captured my lips with his, I could only wonder why he hadn’t before that moment, possibly because he was as scared as I was of what was unfolding. I fell softly into his waiting arms as they wrapped around me and lifted me up. I kissed him with everything I had been holding back since I last saw him as he lifted me higher off the ground to carry me to my bed.

As the backs of my knees brushed the edge of my bed, I lowered myself from his hold. I reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. As I threw the garment to one side, I noticed his eyes light up as he saw I stood before him wearing nothing but a lacy pair of panties. I gave him a wicked smile as I sat down and pushed his pants to the floor
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It was his turn to stand before me wearing just his boxers and a sexy smile. I allowed my eyes to roam slowly from his head to his feet. Liking what I saw, I reached my hand out to touch his chest once more—this time, with no shirt covering it—I felt the muscles in his abdomen move beneath my caress and I shivered in anticipation. Chase lowered himself to the bed beside me and captured my face in his palm. His lips claimed mine and his tongue sought entrance into my mouth. I heard a soft groan as I granted him access. With a hand in my hair, he pulled gently, exposing my neck to allow him to trail kisses from my jawline to my shoulder. My breathing hitched as his warm mouth reached the mound of my breast, my pulse raced as his head dipped lower and he captured my taut nipple in his mouth. With one arm around me, he lowered me carefully to the bed and manoeuvred himself so he was braced above me. It wasn’t long before I was feeling damp between my legs from the way his tongue and teeth deftly teased my nipples.

I felt a hand between my legs and I groaned as he softly rubbed my clit. I was losing myself to sensation as he lowered himself from the bed to position himself between my legs so he had better access. Warm lips kissed their way down my thigh before I felt his tongue dart inside. A trail of kisses was placed on my other thigh before his mouth came back to claim the warmth and wetness that awaited him. His lips felt like the purest form of ecstasy, I panted and moaned quietly as his nimble tongue played me like a melody. His hand soon joined his tongue and it wasn’t long until I felt the familiar warmth pool in my abdomen. I closed my eyes involuntarily as I came in a heady wave that had a dizzying effect.

All too soon, the warmth of Chase’s body between my thighs was replaced with the chill of the air in my bedroom. I soon remedied that as I got up from the bed—albeit a little shakily—and changed places with him. He had no choice but to lie back as I knelt down. I felt his eyes on me, so I looked up through hooded eyes and beamed a smile his way. I licked my slightly parched lips before gliding my tongue over the tip of his throbbing cock and taking the tip slowly into my mouth. I felt the moan reverberate through his chest as I put my hand around the base of him and took him in further still. I felt a hand in my hair as he cradled my head against his palm. He didn’t make any move to push himself in deeper as another man might have, instead he was content for me to be in charge.

I picked up the pace with my mouth and worked him a little with my hand, eliciting moans and calls of my name on ragged breath. I knew he was close to coming and I didn’t know if we had time for sex if I let him pass the point of no return and waited for him to be ready again—in a split second I made my choice to make him come in my mouth. It was my party and I could be late if I wanted to
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Moments later, the decision was irreversible as Chase came in my mouth. I heard a low growl in the back of his throat as I looked up to find he had been watching my every move. I blushed a little, thankful for the dark in my room hiding the redness no doubt evident on my cheeks.

As I stood up, I felt a hand grasp both my ass cheeks as Chase pulled me onto the bed on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting a mixture of my juices with his—
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low moan emanated from my own throat at how turned on I wa
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the combined taste was erotic and had me yearning for more as my tongue sought entrance to his mouth. His tongue danced with mine in a passionate kiss that was quickly reaching fever pitch. Chase’s hand found its way to my clit, teasing me to such a degree that I was going to be coming again, so I quickly batted his hand away and reached between us to stroke his already stiffening cock. Soon he stood completely to attention so I reached over into my bedroom drawer. I hadn’t thought I’d need these, but it had been a wise choice to pick up a box when I was shopping. I tore open the foil packet and slid the contents down the length of Chase’s shaft before lowering myself down onto him too, slowly, inch by inch until I could go no further. Moving slowly at first, I began to find my rhythm as Chase’s hands found their way to my hips and mine rested on his abs for support. Soon I felt a gentle caress to my breast and looked down to watch Chase skilfully tease my nipple taut—he smiled up at me as he moved his head up to gently nip it between his teeth—then he changed breasts, making sure both nipples were erect. My breath now coming in short pants, I could feel a tightening below, indicating the moment was nearly upon us.

“Chase,” I gasped, the only word I had said the entire time.

“Mmm,” he murmured.

“Are you ready?” I whispered.

“As I’ll ever be, baby,” was his response.

My rhythm increased and so did the pressure of Chase’s fingers on my hips. He was almost ready too and it wasn’t long before we were both moaning so loudly that it was a good job the music downstairs was on to drown it out.

“Fuck me, Alyssa, come for me, baby,” his husky voice barely audible.

That was all I needed to hear before I ground harder and faster against him. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me, I smiled, as I knew it was all my doing. Hands grabbed my ass and I moaned even more as he thrust into me. I wanted this to last as long as it conceivably could, but time was running short for us both. I could feel how wet I was around him and my walls clenched involuntarily, causing him to gasp. I clenched again, and again he gasped. I bent down to capture his lips in mine as I clenched for a third time, his moan being caught by my mouth. I opened my eyes momentarily and saw that he was watching me intently. My flesh broke out in goose bumps, the thought of him watching turning me on. I let go of his mouth and looked down in time to see him rub my clit with his thumb.

“Make me come, Chase, I’m yours for the taking,” I whispered next to his ear.

I didn’t regret those words as Chase rolled us over so that he was between my legs. He hooked my knees over his shoulders and thrust himself into me long and deep. He stilled momentarily, a wicked smile ghosting across his lips. He repeated his movements again, and again, stilling a little longer each time. I reached a hand around my leg and smacked his ass. His laughter echoed in the relative quiet of my room, the music seeming like a distant buzz. All that existed was here and now. Chase quickened his pace and soon we were both balancing on the edge of the abyss. All that was left was to fall. And we did.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Chase

After the mind-blowing sex with Alyssa, I can barely concentrate on a word anyone says to me. I keep thinking back to how good she tastes. I’m not saying she tastes like peaches and cream, but she’s delicious in a completely different way. She’s smoking hot, just as beautiful inside as out and damn does she feel good when she’s squeezing her inner walls around my cock. I’m getting hard just thinking about what we just did. I need to think about something, anything to take my mind off it because the last thing I what is for other party-goers to notice the bulge that’s starting against my pants.

I look across the room and spot Alyssa talking to Clark. After the events of this evening, I could no longer feel jealous that she was with him. But I can honestly say I’m confused. I’ve been getting mixed signals from this woman. First, we have mind-blowing sex the night of the party to celebrate my promotion, then there was the hot and steamy kiss in the elevator at work, followed by the kiss when we went bowling—all of which were amazing—then she ignores me for weeks, not even sending me a text. So for tonight to unfold the way it has surprised me, to say the least. I don’t know where I stand and while that might not bother me so much from anyone else, this has a completely different effect on me.

To tell the truth, I think about Alyssa night and day. When I wake in the morning, I think about seeing her beautiful smile at work that day and when I go to bed, I think about the way she looked in what she wore that day or the way her perfume lingered in the air. She also consumes my thoughts during the day when I’m supposed to be working—I think about what it’s like to hold her, kiss her, and taste her.

Love is a complicated feeling. Some say it’s down to science, they say it’s about dopamine and neurochemistry. But to me, love is a feeling that cannot be explained so easily. It’s about how you feel when you are with the person, what it’s like when you’re apart. It’s when they consume your thoughts, when no-one makes you happy the way they do. It’s when they complete you like the missing piece of a puzzle, the connection you experience with them. You need to make each other laugh, be there for each other through the good times and the bad. Love is when you can be true to each other and true to yourself—love brings out the best in you, makes you feel like you’ve never felt before—you know you’ll always be there to catch them if they fall but also to encourage them when they are learning to fly, you help them spread their wings, knowing they’ll do the same for you. That being said, is it possible that I’m falling in love with Alyssa? I feel myself wanting it all with her. I look at her and she’s all I can see. But how do I tell her? What if she rejects me? It seems a bit girly to be thinking this way, maybe. Men aren’t known for being in touch with their emotions. However, I’m not your typical man.

Nothing has ever had me so consumed and I need to figure out how I feel. That’s the easy part in comparison though. The hardest part will be telling her and facing her reaction. It would help if I had an inkling she felt the same.