You're the Reason - J. Nathan Page 0,42

feeling a little let down, until he whispered soft kisses down the inside of my left thigh. My body hummed to life, yearning for him there. Yearning for him everywhere. I struggled to decipher up from down when he was treating my body as carefully as he was, making sure not to miss an inch.

He reached my left foot, then moved to my right, dropping kisses all the way up from my ankle to my knee. He paused. I didn’t need to peek. I knew what he was looking at. He lowered his lips to the small scars on my knee and peppered them with gentle kisses. I hated those ugly scars and what pain they’d caused me. But he was treating them with such care. It was as if, in that moment, he was helping me to let go of the painful reminder of my injury. Chase abandoned my scars and worked his way up the inside of my right leg. Once he reached the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I pulled in another sharp breath, impatiently awaiting his next move.

His mouth hovered between my legs. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?”

“No,” I breathed, unable to form any other coherent words.

“I promise you, it will feel good when I do.”

“Do it,” I urged.

He chuckled. “Not tonight.”

I sighed, feeling my entire body deflate.

“Soon,” he said as he trailed open-mouthed kisses across my stomach, licking a path around my navel. He worked his way up, tunneling his nose and lips between my breasts. “How about here?” He pressed kisses along the satin of my bra, gently licking under the seam of the cup. “Has anyone kissed you here?”

I nodded.

“Not like I will,” he said.

A ripple rolled through my stomach. Was he trying to drive me wild so I willingly gave up my V card here and now? But if that were the case, why had he turned me down?

He brushed light kisses along my collarbone before reaching my mouth. But instead of kissing me, his lips lingered over mine, taunting me with their proximity. “When you’re ready, I’ll be read—”

I lifted my head and stole the words from his lips. My tongue pushed inside his mouth as I fought to gain the control he’d had. He deepened the kiss, tunneling his hands through my hair as he took over, setting the pace. His body began to move over me. His hips rolled again, his erection pressing once again between my legs, this time harder. The thin material left little barrier, and the sensations intensified. I wrapped my hands around him, my fingertips trailing up his back. It would be so easy to remove my panties and just let him show me how good it could feel. But at the same time, everything about us had been so screwed up. Who knew how he’d be acting tomorrow.

He finally pulled back, as both of us fought for air. “We’ve got time,” he assured me.

I nodded, knowing he was right, but still reeling from everything he’d done to my body. Now I knew what it felt like for the guys I’d put the brakes on.

Chase rolled me onto my side so we lay chest to chest, facing each other. “We don’t need to rush anything,” he continued to assure me. He reached up and traced the outline of my lips.

I shuddered as the tip of his finger drifted from my lips to my left cheek and over my nose to my right cheek. “I love these freckles.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, all breathless and still reeling.

He nodded. “You can’t see them unless you’re up close. Like they’re a secret you only share with some people.”

I closed my eyes, taking it all in. He was the guy in the media room. He was the guy who took me to the coast in a convertible. He was the guy I wanted to spend time with when he was acting like this.

“Will you tell me something?” he asked.

I opened my eyes only to be swept up in his pretty blue ones staring back at me. “What?”

“Do you ever plan to play soccer again?”

“Next question.”

He hesitated, probably deciding if he should press me or not. “What else is in your jar?”

I smiled. “Lots of things.”

“Give me a few.”

I thought about the jar now hidden in the closet and all the private wishes I’d made for myself before starting here at Crestwood. “Get a tattoo.”

“Yeah? What would you get?”

I shrugged. “Not sure. Something meaningful.”

“I like that one. Tell me