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“St–stop.” I panted and he immediately pulled back.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.
“Fine, yes, great, I just need a second because I think I nearly passed out.” I sagged against the mirror at my back, unsure if I was going to regain control of the muscles in my legs, which had started shaking.
“You need to eat something.”
I nodded. “Yes, probably, but it wasn’t because I’m hungry.”
His concern morphed into proud satisfaction as he rose to stand. “You came too hard,” he said with a disgustingly pleased smile before I pulled him in for a kiss. The tension that had momentarily broken shivered through the air again and I reached a hand between us, his cock eagerly fitting into my palm.
He groaned something I couldn’t make out as I stroked him and dragged my teeth over his ear. It didn’t take long before he was panting, kissing me with bruising force that I not only took but gave back in equal measure. I had never been so utterly gone for another person as I was for him. It terrified me.
The wide head of his cock nudged against my stomach as he leaned into me, his kisses growing more messy and desperate the closer he was to coming. I reached my other hand between us, cupped his balls and squeezed.
“Ohfuuuuuck,” he groaned a second before he pulsed in my hand and sticky warmth branded my skin. His head rested on the mirror, his breathing ragged. I kissed his shoulder.
“I came too hard,” he said and I laughed.
He stood and we both looked down between our bodies. I’d never been quite so happy to be this messy.
“I think we need another shower.” I said as his hands slipped under my thighs and lifted me onto his waist.
“I think you might be right.”
26
MACK
I was havingthe wildest sense of deja vu.
Chase was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped in a robe that was at least two sizes too big, with her hair piled in a messy heap on top of her head and cradling a mug of hot cocoa (with a healthy pour of whiskey, naturally). I knew that I’d never been here before, knew that this was not something I’d already experienced. But it was a scene I’d imagined so many times that seeing it come to life felt strangely familiar.
The surfing had been a disaster. Everything that came after it, however, had been sen-fucking-sational. We stayed in the shower until the water went from third degree burn–Chase’s preference–to lukewarm. Then got out and dried off, which took longer than it probably should have, seeing as we stopped to kiss and touch one another every few seconds.
Eventually her growling stomach gave us a little more focus.
I flipped our grilled cheese sandwiches and watched as she sipped her drink while idly leafing through one of the surfing magazines on the coffee table. It was all so perfectly natural. And I was scared out of my fucking brain. Because I knew, all the way down to my bone marrow, that this woman was it for me, and I didn’t know how to not fuck it up. I didn’t know how to keep her. My desperate reaction was to hold on so tight she couldn’t get away, even knowing that would only end badly. But how did I do it? How did I keep her close but not scare her away?
The connection we had was more than I had ever experienced. Not surprising, when we’d known one another for so long. It was more than that, though, more than just history. There was a synchronicity, an understanding, a deep, unwavering rightness. I couldn’t lose it. Not now. I sure as hell couldn’t go back to being just friends. I think I’d known that all along. It was the first real lie I’d ever told her. I wasn’t proud of it, but we wouldn't be here right now if I hadn't said those words.
It was a lie I could live with and one that wouldn’t matter soon enough. We weren’t going back to the way we were before, too much had passed between us now.
I slid the sandwiches onto plates and cut them—triangles for me and straight down the middle for her. She looked up from the magazine as I approached and I nearly tripped and sent our food flying at the weight of emotion in her endless eyes.
“You need to eat something before you go looking at me like that.” I tried to joke but my chest felt like it was being cleaved open, my heart exposed.
Her eyebrows wagged. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, hot stuff, I’m looking at the sandwich.” She accepted the plate and the kiss I dropped onto her lips. “Thank you. Maybe it’s not just about the sandwich.”
“I knew it wasn’t just about the sandwich,” I said as I settled beside her. The chill from the ocean had long since subsided. It had probably happened about the same moment Chase dropped her towel in the bathroom. I’d seen her in bathing suits before, but not like that, not with the air charged with lust and anticipation. Not when I knew I was about to be standing in the shower with her—there was nothing that could have got me to leave that room once we were in it.
It all still seemed too much for my mind to really wrap itself around. We had kissed, yes, then she’d agreed to a date. At every point part of me had expected it all to go up in smoke, for me to wake up from this dream I’d found myself in. But I didn’t wake up. Each step closer to everything was the one I was sure would be the last. Yet it wasn’t, or it hadn’t been so far. Because this was Chase. Because it was us.
I was tempted to lament the amount of time we’d wasted not being this way. All those years spent together, and yet not. If I was being honest, though, I knew that before now I hadn’t been ready, I’d been happy to swim around on the surface of relationships, not letting myself get too swept away. Before now the depth of these feelings would have ruined us both. The fact they still could made my stomach roll.
I leaned over, wanting to pull her into my chest but settling for a kiss on her fuzzy shoulder.
“What was that for?” she asked, dusting crumbs from her hands. Her plate was empty.
