They succumbed to sleep eventually, and Reagan awoke hours later to Chase gently stroking his hands through her hair. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes and smiled when she saw no sign of the hard tension that had been there last night. As much as she wanted to understand the story behind his music tattoo, Reagan was smart enough to realize that it was most likely too early in their relationship for her to push him to reveal his deeper thoughts.
“Hey, handsome,” she said softly.
“Hey, beautiful,” he replied.
They lay there, just looking at each other, hands gently exploring each other’s body for a while. As her fingers traced the swirls and lines of his tattoos, Reagan decided to admit something to Chase that no one—not even Callie—knew.
“I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo.” Chase raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, so she continued. “My Gammie, she’s really special to me. Her first name is Violet, so I always thought I would get a small cluster of violets for her. And she taught me how to bake, so if I could incorporate a whisk or something…” her voice trailed off as suddenly she worried that he might think her idea was cliché. After all, he was covered in ink. And flower tattoos were not exactly original.
To her surprise, Chase leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Then he simply said, “A tattoo has to have meaning. Doesn’t matter what it is, it just matters that if it’s on your body forever it’s important to you.”
Reagan smiled up at him warmly. “That’s exactly how I feel. I think tattoos are amazing, they can tell such incredible stories about people.” She blushed before she continued, “And they’re pretty damn sexy.”
Chase’s eyes turned dark. “Yeah? You like guys with ink huh, so that’s why I’m sexy?”
She smacked his arm lightly. “Your ink is only part of why I’m attracted to you.”
Chase rolled over so he was propped up on his elbows over the top of her. He slowly started to grind his hips with hers, letting his hardening cock rub against her.
“Well, you wanting to get a tat is only part of why I’m attracted to you.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a drugging kiss, as he continued to tease her between her legs. Then he lifted his head to smile down at her. “And, if you decide to get one, I would be honored to go with you. I have a great artist here in town. But enough talk of tattoos, woman. I can feel how wet you’re getting, and I think I need to do something about that.”
Reagan shrieked as Chase suddenly threw the covers over his head and made his way swiftly between her legs, where he proceeded to give her yet another sinful orgasm with his fingers and mouth. All thoughts of tattoos fled as she gave herself over to the passionate fire that burned between them.
Chapter 9
When Reagan finally managed to get out of bed to get ready for work later that morning, it was a struggle to tear herself away from the man in her bed. It was no secret that she was not exactly a fan of her desk job, but she’d never wanted to play hooky so desperately. Chase had tried valiantly to tempt her into taking a sick day, but her work ethic wouldn’t let her.
Reluctantly, she showered and dressed, after saying goodbye to Chase at her front door. His kisses had lasted longer than she should have let them, and now she was running late. She quickly applied some makeup, grabbed her purse, and headed to the office. She had plans to see Callie after work and was nervously excited to tell her best friend about the development in her relationship with Chase.
Thankfully, the workday passed without incident. Harris was out of the office, so Reagan was able to complete her work uninterrupted. Uninterrupted, except for the steamy texts that Chase kept sending her.
Chase: How sore are you, babe?
Reagan: Sore? What? Why are you asking me that?!
Chase: We kinda wore each other out last night, Red. I just need to know you’re okay. And I want to know if we can do that again. Soon.
Reagan: I’m working Chase…
Chase: So?
Reagan: So, I can’t exactly focus when you’re reminding me about… that.
Chase: About what exactly…?
Reagan: OMG.
When the next text was a picture, of Chase, standing in front of his mirror in nothing but a towel, Reagan had to bite back a groan. She turned her phone over so that it wouldn’t be so tempting to look for his next message and forced her attention back to the memo she was writing.
The rest of her afternoon went by in a blur of mundane tasks. Soon it was time for her to go and meet Callie. As she walked out the door of her building her phone rang, with a call from Chase.
“Hey, Red, I know you’re going to meet Callie. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay about talking to her about us.”
His concern was touching, but entirely unfounded so Reagan bit back a laugh.
“I’m fine. Callie has been ‘team Chase and Reagan’ for months. Trust me, she’ll be thrilled.”
“That’s good, babe. I’m glad I can finally give in and touch you in public. No more hiding how I feel. Brace yourself, you’re mine now.” Those last three words came out as a growl, a seductive voice that sent a surge of arousal straight to Reagan’s core. She would have never guessed Chase would be a possessive man, or that she would be so turned on by it.
