Page 79 of Chasin’s Surrender

Now he was.

Genevieve was his.

But more than that, he was hers.

Fucking finally—he belonged.

22

I was deliciously sore everywhere.

And deliriously happy.

I was thinking my luck had changed and all I had to do was figure out a way not to screw things up and I’d be able to keep that happy.

There was no doubt that Chasin and I had crazy chemistry in bed. Half a kiss and he could light me up. But when he got rough and dirty with me, something I never knew I liked until the first time I’d been with Chasin, it was so good, everything but him fell away.

The level in which I got lost in him should’ve been frightening but it wasn’t, because it was Chasin. I knew from that first night, I could let go, be me, be wild, and he wouldn’t judge or care. Hell, he encouraged it. Even when he hadn’t known I was hiding who I really was.

I’d showered and dressed but hadn’t bothered with blowing out my hair or putting on makeup yet. I needed coffee. And to find Chasin. He’d woken up before me, and when I stirred, he asked if there was any reason for me to be up early. I blinked at the alarm clock, saw it was six and mumbled a hell no. I was not a morning person. Never had been, and long ago learned not to take meetings before noon.

I’d worked in bars and restaurants before I’d hit it big. Waitressing, bartending, doing gigs. None of those jobs got me home and in bed before two in the morning. I hadn’t changed the habit so I was a night owl. Unless of course Chasin gave me a sweet orgasm, then apparently I fell asleep early, slept like the dead, and could roll out of bed at nine. I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d seen that hour and been awake enough to conjugate. But there I was at what I considered an ungodly hour, walking down the stairs in search of Chasin.

The downstairs was mostly one big open space, so lucky for me, it didn’t take long to find him. That and the smell of bacon was wafting from the kitchen.

The floorboards creaked and Chasin’s gaze went from the pan to me and he smiled.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you outta bed before eleven, sunshine. You ruined my surprise.”

“What surprise?”

“I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed.”

Why did that make my heart flutter? Probably because no one, not ever, had brought me breakfast in bed.

“Sorry,” I said as I was crossing the room. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

I watched as Chasin’s eyes got soft and his smile grew.

“Come here, Evie.”

I went there.

And when I was close enough, he tagged me around my waist, pulled me to his front, then his mouth hit mine, and I did the only thing I could do—I gave him what he wanted.

Thankfully, I’d had the good sense to brush my teeth and shower before I went in search of Chasin. He took his time exploring my mouth, and when he was done, he let me do the same. The man could kiss—any way he did it was off-the-charts hot. Slow and gentle, desperate and fast, demanding, or sweet. He had many different types of kisses in his arsenal, and sometimes he mixed them up and went from frantic and controlling to the softest, sweetest glides of his tongue against mine, then back to claiming me. Bottom line was, whatever Chasin gave me was the best.

“Morning,” he muttered against the corner of my mouth.

Sweet mother of God, that was hot.

“Morning,” I returned.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think my “morning” was as sexy as his. But I did feel him smile against my cheek before he pulled back and looked down at me.

“Coffee’s made. Grab a cup and I’ll finish up,” he told me.

“Okay.”