Scottie moved her mouth—and body—lower still, stopping briefly at each of his nipples. They stood erect, as if to beg for her attention. A request she was more than happy to oblige.
Keeping her touch light, she ran the pads of her fingers over the one on his left. Scottie took her time, tracing the flat disk around it before leaning in and encircling it with her lips.
Chase’s sharp inhale was impossible to miss, and the more she played, the rougher his breaths became. When she felt as though he’d had enough, she decided to move on by letting the tip of her tongue trace the impressive line separating the two halves of his incredibly sculpted abs.
With every lick of her tongue and every touch of her hands, Scottie was more and more convinced the man was positively perfect. He could’ve been etched out of stone; he was so fit and firm. And yet, when he ran his hands along her body, he was as gentle as the passing breeze.
She reached the waistband of his khaki pants and went straight for his belt. Sliding the leather strap from the simple, silver buckle, she kept her eyes on his until it broke free.
Next came the button at the top of his pants. After that, she started with the zipper. Slowly, carefully, the metal teeth began to separate one by one.
Her anticipation climbed to an all-time high as the backs of her knuckles brushed over his steely bulge. But just as the zipper nearly reached the home stretch, Scottie was suddenly and unexpectedly flipped over onto her back.
“Chase!” she squealed, surprised by the move that left her lying flat against the mattress…under him.
The plush comforter she loved was a cushion to her tender head, and the man hovering above her kept his weight from crushing her by balancing himself with his arms.
Chase didn’t look the least bit remorseful for having interrupted her erotic forward progress. Instead, his heated gaze held her frozen in place as she waited for him to make his next move.
The man hovering above her didn’t appear remorseful in the least. Instead, his heated gaze held her hostage as she waited for him to make his next move.
“My turn.” His voice was low. Deep. And the look in his eyes as he brought his mouth to one of her breasts was positively wicked.
Scottie gasped as he took her wanton nipple between his lips. The hot, wet torture left her eyes falling shut and her head falling to the side.
Filling her hands with his hair, Scottie gave herself over to him fully. A gift to the only man she’d ever truly wanted. An offering to the only man she’d ever loved.
“Chase…” she breathed his name like a prayer.
In reality, he was theanswerto her prayers.
Her every wish granted. The second chance she’d come to believe would never be granted. A blessing Scottie couldn’t deny.
The beating of her heart increased in power and speed. Her breaths came in shorter, shallower spurts as the talented man continued treasuring the offering she’d been more than willing to give.
As Chase continued sucking, licking, and teasing her with his tongue, he gave the other nipple equally exquisite—and utterly maddening—attention with his hand. Her back arched high off the mattress, her body’s way of begging for more.
Rather than rush in his delivery of pleasure, he moved on slowly, creating a trail of kisses down her belly and beyond.
When he reached the waistband of her shorts, Chase didn’t miss a single beat before dipping his fingers between the elastic and her skin. Scottie felt her body tremble from the overwhelming emotions racing through her.
Excitement. Nervousness. A touch of fear and…desire.
She lifted her pelvis from the mattress as he began pushing her shorts down over her hips. Her lungs stuttered with their effort to fill themselves with air.
His touch was so electrifying against her skin it was almost too much to bear. And when Chase stood from the bed, pulling her shorts free and tossing them to the side, Scottie continued to lay perfectly still, soaking in the glorious view.
Without a word, he leaned down and grabbed the thin scrap of white lace running along her hips. The panties were gone seconds later, leaving her fully and unabashedly exposed.
“Jesus, Scottie,” he whispered as if he were in awe.
The way he was looking at her made Scottie feel so incredibly special. Beautiful. Wanted. And…
Loved?
Not a single doubt existed about the way she felt for Chase. Scottie also knew with everything in her heart that, at one time, he’d loved her, too.
But that was another time. Another life. And while her feelings for him had never truly gone away, she wasn’t naïve enough to assume he felt the same.