Huh?
The smile was faint, not full volume and blinding, but the heat in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken or faked. “Now we go back to my apartment and have insanely loud sex.”
Best plan I’d ever heard in my life.
22.Best Plan Ever
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Crashing into his apartment, the door opened and closed with a bang as we stumbled in and Chase pressed me against the solid surface a moment later. Our mouths joined sometime during the elevator ride to his floor, moving with the same urgency as our bodies and hands.
We started shedding clothes in an inelegant hurry, Chase flinging his jacket across the room. Good thing he didn’t own much he might knock over.
His shirt came off a second later, removed in such a practiced motion with superhuman speed, and I was too busy marveling at him and all the new skin he revealed that I didn’t notice where Chase led me until he tried to tip me down onto the cushion.
"No, bedroom," I breathed against his lips.
He trailed kisses over my jaw. "Couch is closer."
“The couch is a futon.” I tilted my neck to give his lips better access even as I planted my feet and refused to budge. “We’re going to the bed.”
He nipped my jaw in protest before heaving a dramatic sigh and allowing himself to be led towards the bedroom. We only travelled a few steps before his arms wrapped around me from behind. “I’m impatient. Can’t wait to be inside you and make you scream my name.”
"Is noise a kink of yours?" He’d mentioned being loud enough to disturb the neighbors before. I could work with that but wasn’t too loud naturally.
"Not really,” Chase admitted. “It just fits. We had to be quiet and secretive the first time but now we can do whatever we want. We could go screw on Merritt’s front porch."
"Privacy is much better.”
"Right, public sex is more a second date activity."
Walking was difficult enough with him surrounding me as I fought the urge to stop going forward and instead press back into the hardness I felt even through his pants. But now I had to stop and process.
"This is a date?" I wondered. Our first date?
"No, I guess not. Do you wanna date?” Uh-oh, he didn’t sound thrilled about—“Right now? Do you wanna date first or have sexnow?”
Oh. When he put it like that…
I did press back into chim, feeling a pleased rumble of sound escape from his chest at the motion. His tongue on my neck and the answering rhythm of his hips were positively filthy.
"Sex,” I decided. “Sex now. The rest later."
"The rest later," he promised.
In addition to having spectacular sex with the most freaking sexy guy of all time, it sounded like this time wasn’t the last time. He’d mentioned as much before but nowdatingwas on the table.
Removing the rest of our clothes and making it to Chase’s room and his bed happened in a giddy rush, I felt drunk on having him so close, on the spectacular sex in our immediate future, and everythinglatermight entail.
Then again, now was pretty damn good in its own right.
Chase pinned me to the bed, licking at my nipple while wet fingers circled my hole. He sucked as one finger slid in and I bucked into the sensation. His finger went in deep but the stretch of it turned out to be manageable since we were both anxious for this.
“Too much?”
“No, uh…hnhnnng.”
“Yeah?” he asked, crooking his finger.
