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“Date five?”
“Are you—are you really set on date five?” Her voice was pained. I knew the feeling.
“I’m having some second thoughts right now …” I admitted, giving her a squeeze. “But yes, I am really set on date five.”
She nodded and leaned back a fraction so her face came into focus, cheeks flushed, hair messy. “Okay, that’s—we should probably stop then, or slow down at least. I don’t want things to go further than you’re comfortable with.”
“You’re right,” I agreed but neither of us moved. Then her mouth was on me again, still deep, but slower, more intentional, like she was memorizing the shape of my lips with hers. And it was all going to drive me out of my fucking mind. Her hips rocked and I momentarily forgot my own name. How the hell was just kissing this woman still the hottest thing I’d ever experienced? Was it all the build up? Was it because I’d wanted her, consciously or not, since I was fifteen?
I nipped at her lower lip then sucked, swallowing her answering moan.
“Shirt off,” she said.
“Chase …” I said, a weak warning as her fingers dipped under the edge of my shirt and pushed it up.
“I’ll be good, I promise.” If only she knew how much I did not want her to be good. Her fingers tugged at the buttons and then my shirt was gone and her hands were everywhere. Nails dragging over my nipples, fingers tracing muscles. I was so hard I was pretty sure I was going to pass out.
I really needed to take control of this situation, and I needed to do it now. I lay back and she followed, a beat later I was hovering over her and fuck if she was not the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my fucking life. I kissed her cheek, over her jaw and she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck. I groaned against her skin as one leg curled over my hip. Her breathing hitched as the back of my hand skimmed over her breast, and I could feel her taut, straining nipple. I wanted my tongue there. I wanted to taste every inch of her, and I would, in time.There’s no rush.
Chase pulled her sweater up and over her head and, at my obviously glazed look, she said, “You can’t be the only one with the goods on display. Plus, it’s hot in this tent of yours.”
Yes, it was. More so now that I could see the two black triangles of lace that covered her breasts. My god, she was perfect.
We were kissing again, I wasn’t sure how it happened, I must have blacked out staring at her. Not that I minded, because I would happily kiss her until the end of time.
My hands, which I noted were a little shaky, started a tentative exploration as our tongues tangled, fingers grazing skin that I had never let myself dream of actually touching. She was so soft, so warm. One finger trailed along the line of her collar bone from her shoulder to the hollow of her throat then down along the scalloped edge of lace. I broke our kiss, letting my lips travel the path my fingers had just taken and Chase shuddered, her breathing shaky as my tongue met the soft skin on her chest.
I kissed across the lace, covering her nipple and sucking, she arched up, moaned, and I had to remind myself why I wanted to wait until date five. Why I needed to be sure, why I needed her to be sure. Her fingers found their way into my hair as I continued to tease her nipple through the fabric of her bra.
“More,” she whispered. “If–only if you want to … I don’t want to pressure you or any—”
“I want to,” I said against wet lace, my voice low and rough. She took my hand and guided it down over her stomach, under the edge of her skirt as I continued to worship her breasts.
“Please, Mack, please. I need …” The sentence trailed off as I pushed inside her tights and underwear. I groaned as I met slick skin and her hips rocked, chasing my hand.
I drew lazy circles, willing myself not to rush even as Chase’s breathing turned shallow. She wiggled her tights down, then pulled my face to meet her and kissed me, hard and desperate. One finger dipped into her heat and she moaned in my mouth. A second and she gripped me.
“Yes, god, Mack, yes. I—” She threw her head back, one hand at my throat. I was mesmerized, lost to her sounds and the feel of her. I could make her come apart, but I knew I was the one who would be truly altered here. Her hips rolled, I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and returned my mouth to her nipple.
“I–I’m com—” She cried out as her muscles contracted and pulsed around my fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her. Wet, hot, perfection.
Long moments passed as I listened to the sound of her breathing slow and even out.
“That was …” she started, bringing her mouth back to mine in a tender kiss. “Was.” Another Kiss. “Incredible.” And a third.
“Should I be offended that you sound surprised?”
“Not surprised,” she assured me as she rolled onto her side and I regrettably withdrew my fingers, immediately missing her heat. Then they were in her mouth and I was a hot second away from coming in my pants as she sucked and her tongue swirled. She released them with a pop and a dazed smile and I really wished we did not have to go into work tonight. I would quite happily stay here with her like this until I could no longer keep my eyes open.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. It wasn’t enough, not nearly, but it was all my addled brain could currently come up with. Did I even know the right words to adequately describe her? I doubted it. She was … everything and more. And I was so far from deserving her.
Her answer was a kiss that threatened to render me unconscious as the taste of her met my tongue. One hand edged its way down my chest but I stopped her as she made it to the top of my jeans.
“Wait.”
“Mack.”
“Chase.” I pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. “You don’t need to do that.”
