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MACKENZIE
It takes several long moments, many deep breaths, and encouraging words from Chase and Dr. Lawson before I’m finally able to pull myself together enough to return to my therapist’s office. Chase walks beside me, clutching my hand in his, replacing my embarrassment over my behavior with confidence.
After apologizing for running out, to which Dr. Wilkinson gave me a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes and a small nod, her eyes scanned over Chase before returning to mine. She suggested I keep a journal to write anything and everything in there.
I could see the doubt in her eyes. She knows she can’t help me. But like a good therapist, she doesn’t voice it.
Feeling uncomfortable and let down, I want out of this suddenly too small room. After forcing a smile on my lips, I promise to keep a journal. Then I waved at her and yanked Chase from the room.
There were still twenty minutes left of my session, and I didn’t intend to waste it in therapy.
I have an entirely different idea of therapy in mind. One I’ve been desperately craving since the attic.
I pull Chase down the hallway, power walking as my eyes dart over the signs on the doors, looking for the perfect place. As soon as I spot a door marked ‘Custodial Closet,’ a smile curls up my lips.Bingo.
My heart pounds inside my chest as I turn the handle. Elation fills me when I find it’s unlocked. Opening it, my hand slides over the drywall, searching for a light switch. When I find it, I flick the switch, yanking Chase in behind me and then spinning around to face him.
I launch myself at him, knowing he’ll catch me. My lips are on his, desperate and ravenous. I kiss him as though my life depends on it, my legs and arms locked around his waist and neck, clinging to him like a koala bear.
He responds eagerly, with just as much desire and passion. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks, holding me so tightly against him it almost hurts. I relish it the sensation, wanting to crawl inside his body to ensure we’re never apart.
I don’t care if that makes me obsessed or codependent, or whatever in the hell my therapist would probably call it. I’m headstrong and that’s not what it is.
It’slove.
We are two halves of a whole. Two souls that were destined to find one another. Born to be together until the end of time.
I kiss him until I lose my breath and have to pull away slightly to take in more oxygen. My heavy-lidded eyes flutter open, burning with the desire I feel inside. This intense, aching need forhim.
“Chase,” I rasp, barely able to form the word through my swollen lips.
The corners of his lips turn up. “You need me, baby?”
“So damn much.” My fingers curl into the soft fabric of his hoodie as I inhale his familiar scent, my head swimming from his intoxicating aroma. “Please.”
“It’s hot when you beg, angel.” His hand slides to my ass, squeezing it. “But I’ll always give you anything you want. Whenever you want.”
Goddamn.His voice is a sexy lull, a sensuous sound that lights up all my nerves. Desire thrums through my veins so hard I tremble.
My pulse hammers against my neck. “Can I… Suck on you?” I’ve never given anyone a blow job before, but the thought of giving Chase one is everything right now. I want him inside my mouth so badly I can taste him.
“Anytime, angel.” His knuckles dance over my cheek, feather-light. The sensation makes me shiver. “Don’t be nervous. I’ll guide you through it.”
A blush heats my cheeks as my hands lower to his jeans. While I’m slightly nervous, my trembling isn’t from that. It’s from how badly I want him. I’m coming apart at the seams, needing all of him to erase that horrific hallucination of Chase being gone from this world.
I can’t live in a world without Chase Landon.
“Can I take off your pants?”
He nods as he lowers me to my feet, his hands sliding down my arms as though he’s reluctant to let go of me. A thrill goes through me as I bite my lip, trying to hide my smirk. I love that he’s so obsessed with me.
I sink to my knees, my gaze on the button and zipper as I undo them with shaky fingers. Anticipation whirls through my veins like a raging river and I fumble a few times before I get his jeans open.
Gripping the waistband, I slide them down his thighs to his feet, my gaze on his black boxer briefs. His large, thick hardon juts out, pointing at my face. Even though he looks so damn sexy in them, I need to see him bare.
My throat and mouth were dry as I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged them down his legs. His cock bobs free, nearly hitting me in the face, making me giggle. My gaze shoots up, catching the sexy smirk on his lips.Damn, he is so impossibly sexy.
My hand gravitates to it like the moon and the ocean waves, the pull inevitable. Wrapping my hand around him, I stroke him from base to tip, relishing in the slow, hard swallow that makes his Adam’s Apple bob. His whiskey eyes flame with desire. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I tingle all over, desperately wanting him.
