So she told him what she wanted. She put her hands around the back of his neck and with one quick move, pulled his lips to hers.
This time, he wasn't shocked by what she had done, immediately responding with a moan in the back of his throat that sent vibrations into her chest.
His hands began to roam her body, from her hips up to her chest, and she thanked herself for only being able to find that black lacy bra in her drawer when she packed for this weekend. She wasn't going to call him out on staring at it in the car, but she saw that.
And then she remembered.
She was wearing her grandmother's shirt.
Emma pulled away and started fumbling with the hem, trying desperately to get it off.
"I like that," Chase murmured. "Keep it on."
"It's Nana's shirt!"
"Take it off now."
Chase pushed her off of him as if she had suddenly become toxic and stomped into her bathroom, rummaging around in the drawers as she tried to process taking off her shirt and figuring out why Chase had left her.
"What's this?"
Emma looked up to see Chase standing in the doorway to her bathroom with her pink vibrator in his hand.
"Um..."
He looked at it and then looked back at her. "We'll talk about this later, but just know I'm bigger than this."
Then he went right back to her bathroom to rummage around some more, leaving Emma stunned on her bed. What was he doing in there? And... he was bigger than that?
Chase came back in and stopped in his tracks, staring at Emma in her black bra and leggings with his sweatpants leaving little to the imagination.
"What were you doing in there?"
Chase held a condom up in his hand. "Marcus keeps the place stocked for parties."
He flicked off the lights, the glow from the fireplace the only light in the room. But even withthe dim light, he couldn't hide how Emma was affecting him and how much he wanted her.
Chase walked over to the bed, his steps determined, his intentions very clear.
"Can I admit something to you?" She swallowed as he climbed onto the end of the bed, crawling his way up until he reached her, kissing the crook of her neck. "I've never had sex in here. Never found a need for the condom stash in here." He kissed her again. "I was just making sure I was a good host." He rocked his hips against her, making her gasp in pleasure and she could feel his teasing smile against her skin. "But I'm going to use so many of them now to make sure you are satisfied over and over again."
Fucking hell. She wondered if maybe he would change his mind after the first time with her, break his promise to satisfy her again, but as he pushed himself up and pulled his sweatpants down, she forgot about any anxiety she had for letting Chase have his way with her.
"Take those leggings off," he growled.
She didn't have to be told twice, moving as fast as she could to fulfill his instructions.
"And the bra. I want to see you take it off."
Emma reached behind her back and unclasped it, letting it fall from her arms to expose her breasts to him. She wished she could remember that look on his face forever. No man had ever looked at her like that, and she wondered if he had ruined her for any other man.
But she honestly didn't care about other men right now. She just wanted this one.
He pulled his sweatpants off, kicking them to the floor in a pile. Then he laid down on her, letting every inch of his hard body touch her skin, setting it on fire.
"Tell me you want me."
"I want you."
