And as retaliation, he pushes down, faster than I can handle but still torturously slow.
The full heat of him can’t come soon enough, but still, when he’s fully seated I can barely handle it.
“So good, so hot.Noah,” I plead with only his name, but somehow he understands.
Looking beyond pleased with himself and smirking down at me, he grips my shoulders and rises up to kneel again, right up until my cock is about to slip out of him, then he drops.
His own dick bounces with how hard, how expertly he rides me.
Up and down, back and forward.
I don’t have the breath to spare for words, and though he still looks pleased, that little concentrated frown reappears, scrunching his eyebrows as he stares down at me.
All I can do is hold on.
When I can, I blurt out words of praise that have him moving faster, that have his blush deepening.
Until I know I can’t take much more and I reach between us, wrap my fingers around his cock, and stroke him as fast as he’s moving.
At least I try to find some kind of rhythm, and I must find it, because the low hum of a decadent moan starts to build in his chest, and he spills on my hand half a second before I go over the edge inside him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Noah
I slowly awaken.It’s no wonder I fell asleep after such mind-blowing sex. I shift slightly and realise I’m trapped, my head firm against Chase’s chest and his arm around me. No, not trapped, that’s the wrong word, but held securely, safely. Yes, it definitely feels safe.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly. I lift my head and a string of drool follows me—urgh, not a good look. I quickly wipe my mouth and glance up at him. His expression is one of indulgence, so maybe he doesn’t mind me drooling all over him.
“What time is it?” I ask groggily, wondering how long I’ve been out for. Chase picks up his expensive watch that’s on the bedside table.
“Just after three,” he says.
“Damn,” I mutter, half under my breath.
“I hope that’s not how you feel about being in my bed,” he says.
“No, no. Not at all.” I look up at him and can see he’s teasing. “It’s just... Urgh, how can this be both the worst and the best day of my life?”
“I hope I’m in the second half of that statement.” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“Chase, darling. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But the rest of it’s a mess right now.”
“Well, I’ll certainly do everything I can to help you sort it out if you keep calling me darling.” He chuckles, and I pepper kisses up his chest until I reach his mouth.
“Darling,” I whisper against his lips and then kiss him. I nip at his top and bottom lips and tease with my tongue until he laughs. It’s so easy to get distracted by him, but then reality hits once again and I pull back. I ease myself out of his grasp so I can’t be tempted, and I hear him sigh.
“I can see you’ve gone into work mode, so what is it you need?” I love that he asks that, here, in the shower, in bed. Instead of assuming, he lets me have control of what happens, and that is so hot. I hadn’t really expected that of someone like him, used to having everyone jump at his command. But I can tell caring is a big part of why he’s successful, and if anything, it makes him even more attractive.
“I need to get dressed, and find my bag. I need to email all my clients and let them know. No doubt ANC have already been onto them. I obviously can’t use my ANC email, but I can use my personal one until I have something else. I’d like to see your proposal too, as I need to work on what happens next, and quickly.” I start to list everything in the order it occurs in my head. “Shit! Rafe. I need to make sure he’s alright and find out what he wants to do, and if he still wants to split from ANC. I hope he does, but it wasn’tplanned to happen so soon. It’ll be harder for him as he’s still in the middle of his book tour. Okay, okay. I’ll talk to him first and then his publisher. This is their tour after all, and I’ll still be representing him, it will just be a change of contact.”
Chase’s hand lands on my arm, and I stop rattling on and look at it while my chest heaves.
“Sweetheart, take a breath.” I do as he says.
“Okay, we’ll work on each of those things. But how about while you do the first things on your list and get yourself set up, I’ll go source us coffee and some food?”
“Coffee does sound good, and I could eat. But don’t you have things to do? Important meetings and stuff?” He brushes my curls away from my face and cups my chin.