Wild Chase (25 page)

Not this time.

I’m so caught up in my own head for a moment that when I feel Jesse’s lips move along my jaw I almost jump, letting out a small, but loud moan.

“When’s the last time someone touched you, Beautiful?” he murmurs against my neck, his voice thick with lust.

His teeth hit that spot at the base of my collarbone and I let out that sound again, pressing my body against his.

“It’s— ahhh, it’s been a long, Oh my god…” my voice waivers as he pulls the one side of my shirt down, revealing my shoulder and the top of my chest, trailing kisses along the sensitive, exposed skin. I can’t concentrate on anything while he’s doing that.

“I could kiss you all night,” he whispers, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me up to rest on my elbows, and then licking his lips as he leans back in and this time very slowly presses his lips to mine, taking his time with this kiss. His lips move so gently this time that I can feel the heat underneath my skin building as the pressure of our kiss increases. By the time his tongue slowly slips across my bottom lip, my skin is already glossy. I am a little carried away when I feel him gently suck on my tongue, and as he starts to pull away, I bite roughly at his bottom lip. A deep, guttural groan vibrates through him as he reaches down, yanking my t-shirt up and off me in a matter of seconds. He pulls me up and onto his lap, my legs straddling his; his arousal very noticeably pressing against me in all the right places.

His deep blue eyes are burning as they find mine. Jesse lightly traces his fingers from my lips, down my neck, and all the way down to the middle of my chest, resting his hand against the bright pink lace of my bra. I break my eyes away from his for a moment and look down at his skin pressing against mine, watching as my chest rises and falls with short, heavy breaths. I grab the hem of his t-shirt and he helps me tear it off him. Jesse sits up, pressing his hard body against mine and before I realize it, my bra is off and halfway across the room.

Something in me freezes and my arms slip up my chest to cover myself.

WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? My lady bits start screaming at me.

Soft, wet kisses along my collarbone pull me out of my head. Losing my grip on my brief hesitation, one of my hands slowly makes its way up his chest, feeling his hot skin beneath my touch as I lean my head back, letting out soft moans as he continues to worship me with his lips.

“I’ve been thinking about touching you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he breathes against my skin, his fingers deepening their grip on my waist.

The only sound filling the room is that of my soft cries and moans. His hand sneaks up my midriff and because his expert lips are so distracting, I don’t realize that his hand is cupping my breast until it’s already happening. My breathing catches and my head starts to spin. God, his touch feels incredible… intoxicating.

I feel his other hand slowly move up until its taking the same place as the other and he’s massaging my breasts, his mouth still busy sucking at the soft skin above them. His mouth drifts slowly back up my neck until he’s lightly sucking on the spot right by my earlobe.

In a husky whisper, his voice drifts over my body, causing goose bumps to scatter furiously all over my heated body.

“I will make you feel so good.”

I bite my lip and nod, feeling his hand suddenly between my legs, rubbing just the right spot. I whimper.

“I can make you forget him.”

The room stands still.

The next thing I remember is kissing him. Feeling his hands roaming all over my body before he pulls away and lowers his head to my breasts, taking turns licking, sucking and gently biting each of them until I nearly climax in his lap. Flipping me back onto the sofa, he stands, pulling his jeans off in a flash. He pushes the coffee table back and gets onto his knees in front of me, causing my heart to nearly hammer its way out of my chest. His hands grab at the hem of my jeans as he tugs them down, and I find myself pushing them out of the way, leaving my troubled panties on as he peels the fabric away from my body.

“You have no idea how much these turn me on,” he says hoarsely, grabbing my legs and pulling me down closer to him. I raise an eyebrow as he starts to trace the tattooed garters on my thighs. I can’t help but watch him as he starts to tenderly kiss his way, inch by inch up my leg until he reaches the tattoo and with a deep, low growl, he sinks his teeth into the lacey print on my skin. I don’t even recognize my own voice after that.

“Oh fuck,” leaves my lips, unedited, for the world to hear.

He looks up at me and the side of his lips curl up into that devious grin.

“You like that?” he asks, his wicked eyes on mine. I lick my lips and nod. I think the aching between my legs does a whole lot more than like it.

He raises an eyebrow and starts his way up my other leg, only this time he goes so slowly that by the time he reaches the garter, I’m panting. He looks up at me with his naughty blue eyes blazing and licks his teeth before sinking them into my soft skin again. The moan that comes out of my mouth is so loud that it echoes around the apartment, but I don’t care.

This man is teeth sweating sexy and I don’t think I can take another second of his flirting and teasing.

As he pushes the hair out of his face and looks up at me with a smirk, I push off the sofa and tackle him to the floor, impatiently searching for his lips. It’s my turn to kiss and nibble at his jaw, neck, and his chest until I’m so worked up that I can’t see straight. In a blur, we’re both naked and he’s searching for his pants while I busy myself teasing his earlobe, hearing him groan every time I lightly bite it. Once he grabs his pants and pulls out a condom from his wallet, I feel my heart start to beat even harder. I lean in and kiss him, pushing anything else other than him out of my head.

I remember feeling him pressing against me, but before I realize it, I’m lowering myself onto him until he completely fills me. A slight sob rolls off my lips as I rock my hips against him, closing my eyes and concentrating on how Jesse feels.
Jesse
is touching me.
Jesse
is kissing me.
Jesse
is inside me. I faintly hear him whispering about how incredible I feel as his hand slides up my sensitive flesh, resting on my chest. I open my eyes and look down at him. His eyes are so bright and so blue. I place one hand on his tattooed chest and one in his hand as I start to find a rhythm with his body.

It isn’t long before sweat begins rolling down our bodies, our breathing heavy. I could feel something inside of me, building, ready to explode, and I know it won’t be long.

I gasp, feeling his hips flex up into me in a way that I lose myself right there. I arch my back and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. His grip on me tightens as he calls out my name. I feel him as he comes apart beneath me, but it’s as if I’m floating, completely lost inside myself.

When I open my eyes, my face is against his chest. I peek up at him through my messy hair and he gives me a soft but cocky smile.

“I, um, that was… wow,” I breath out, trying to stop myself from sounding like an idiot, but my brain still isn’t functioning properly.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Trouble,” he growls, leaning in and kissing me roughly.

As he rolls me over onto my back and starts to shower me with kisses, and again the only thing I can think is that he is right. I am trouble—I am in so much trouble…

THUD.

I awake with a loud thwack as my face smacks flat against the carpet. Groaning, I prop myself up and rub my eyes sleepily, slowly becoming alert to the feeling of every muscle in my body burning. What in the heck is wrong with me this morning? Finally managing to open my tired eyes, I look at the edge of my bed only to see a naked ass staring me right in the face.

OH MY GOD.

Sore muscles completely forgotten, I am on my feet in a flash and very aware of my own nakedness the minute I stand.

Oh! Oh god. Jesse. Jesse and Me. Last night—that happened last night—it really happened! I close my eyes tight and shake my head, as if that will somehow change the course of history, but instead, when I open my eyes they fall right back on Jesse’s bare backside. A very nice backside with a faint pink mark resting close to his hipbone.

WHAT THE HELL? Is that a bite mark? Oh sweet Lord, did I bite him? It looks like teeth marks. Oh my god, I did. I bit his ass. I have to get out of here.

It’s your room Chase! Why are you sneaking out?

SHUT UP BRAIN
! I scream loudly in my head as I frantically grab the sheet off the floor, wrap it around myself, and quickly slip quietly out of my room.

I tiptoe backwards until I’m a few steps into the kitchen and I let out a long deep breath of relief. It doesn’t last long.

“So, how was it?”

I jump and spin around only to see Vic perched on a stool at the bar with her cup of coffee. She’s wearing a huge grin and dangling my pink bra from her finger. I know my jaw falls open in sheer horror.

“Where did you get that?”

She throws her head back and laughs. “It was sitting on the counter, right beside the coffee machine. Kind of hard not to miss there, Roomie.”

I stomp over and snatch it from her, holding the sheet closer to my body.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be mad about this morning, Chase Taylor! You should be doing backflips and singing show tunes after everything I heard. No need to be shy either, so you can cut that crap right now. I. Need. Details.”

Groaning, I rub my eyes and tilt my head back.

“You heard?”

She nearly spits out coffee as she begins to cackle.

“I’m pretty sure half the building heard. Hell, you woke me up around four! Jesus, Chase, did he really keep it up until six this morning? I’m not gonna lie, I stood outside your room eating some pizza for a while! I just couldn’t believe my ears. Almost came in to join ya. Didn’t your mama ever teach you to share?”

I can feel my cheeks blushing furiously. HOLY CRAP, SIX AM? Turning to gape at the clock reading ten AM I can hear my friend start to laugh again.

“Oh yeah, woman! You were going at it all morning long. God, you are so damn lucky, you know that? I came out of my room just in time to catch a glimpse of his naked ass running into your room. Very, very yummy,” she drawls, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I take a deep breath, preparing to fuss at her but my mouth has other plans.

“I feel like I’m hung over! My body feels like jello, it’s sore in places I didn’t know I had, and I’m pretty sure I bit his ass. Literally, Vic, I left a bite mark on that man’s ass.”

This time, her sip of coffee goes spraying all over the kitchen. She turns to me with wide eyes and the most serious expression.

“Can I see it?”

“VIC!”

Laughing, “I’m sorry! God, Chase, you’re so uptight for someone who just woke up half the building with her cries of ecstasy. Not fair, by the way. From the sounds of it, you had a good time though, didn’t you?”

I stop and think. Flashes of Jesse and his lean, sweaty body, sensual lips, incredible hands, and magic tongue ring start floating through my head and I start blushing again.

“Yeah, we did.”

Just then, muffled ringing starts going off from somewhere around the sofa. I look over in shock at the state we left the room in last night. The couch is cock-eyed, clothes thrown everywhere, and the coffee table is on its side, while pizza crust and plates lay all over the floor.

I dart over in search of the mystery phone when Vic pipes up from behind me.

“That thing has been going off for a hot minute. I didn’t really wanna go through the war zone.”

Rolling my eyes, I start grabbing at our clothes, searching for the loud ringing, when it stops. I stand up, look around myself, and shrug.

“Sweet baby Jes—Good morning there, Stallion,” Vic chirps suddenly. I whip around to see Jesse standing half asleep in the hallway, with a sheet wrapped very loosely around his waist, the deep V-shape of his abdomen causing drool to form in my mouth.

He forms a drowsy, boyish smile as he saunters into the room, one hand holding onto the sheet, the other running through his messy hair.

“Good morning, Victoria. Sleep well?” he murmurs as he walks slowly passed her, his eyes drifting up from her to me. The sight of him half-naked in the daylight is quite the rude awakening. I can’t believe we did
all
of that last night.
Oh yeah ya can!
My mind mumbles. Ok, so I can. His blue eyes sleepily look me up and down and instantly, I feel stark naked.

“Did I ever,” Vic mutters under her breath as she takes a hidden glimpse at him over her shoulder.

When he reaches me, I know that I am about sixty shades of pink and red. I tighten my grip on the sheet and gaze down at the floor.

Really Chase? You just did naked gymnastics with this guy a few hours ago and you stare at your feet? Real smooth!
my inner monologue chirps away again.

A finger slips under my chin and tilts my face up, forcing my eyes to stare up into those beautiful sapphire ones.