She wanted tonight to be perfect, Sloane decided as she tilted her head back so that he could brush his lips against hers. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, loving the way that his lips pulled up into a pleased smile as he brushed them against hers one more time.
“We could skip the party,” Chase suggested in a soft murmur as he pressed a kiss against her jaw.
“Deb would never forgive you,” she pointed out with a smile as she leaned back against him.
“Yes, she would,” he murmured absently as he pressed another kiss against the side of her neck. “I’d just tell her that you beat me and wouldn’t let me go.”
“You’re evil. Did you know that?” Sloane asked with a mock glare even as she debated asking him where his cane was only to realize that it was pointless since he was too stubborn to listen to her.
“Yes,” he suggested in a seductive whisper as he ran his hands teasingly along her sides only to run his hands slowly over the soft swell of her belly, making her wonder if he already knew.
Not that it should come as a surprise. For the past six months, they hadn’t been able to get enough of each other or maybe the problem was that she hadn’t been able to get enough of him. God, the things he did to her…
She should have taken the test when she’d first suspected that she might be pregnant, but she’d wanted to wait to find out, terrified to find out that it was all just a dream. Tomorrow, she would find out, but tonight…
Tonight, she planned on telling him that she loved him.
Chapter 37
God, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her.
He’d never seen anyone more beautiful, Chase thought as he stood in the elevator, running his eyes over Sloane, taking in the shy smile that she was trying to hide from him to the incredible emerald dress that hugged the generous curves of her breasts only to soften around her hips and ended just above her ankles with a graceful slit running along the side, giving him a glimpse of a lightly tanned leg and–
He regretted not skipping this gala and spending the rest of the night making love to her. Hoping that he could talk her into returning back to the suite with him, Chase reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze as he pulled her closer so that he could whisper, “I want you,” in her ear.
“You already have me,” she promised him with a teasing smile that had his hand tightening around hers even as her words tempted him into wanting something more, something impossible, but something that he wanted more than anything.
“Then come back upstairs with me,” he whispered, more than willing to pretend that he could have her even if it was only for one night.
“You’re not getting out of this,” Sloane said with a teasing smile as she turned around in his arms and leaned up so that she could kiss his chin.
“Why are you so mean to me, Pookie?” Chase asked softly as he reached up to cup her face only to groan when she stepped out of his reach when the elevator doors slid open.
“Because you love it,” she said with a wink as she walked away.
Sighing heavily, he pushed away from the wall only to bite back a pained groan when the muscles in his back tightened, warning him not to overdo it tonight and reminding him that he’d forgotten to take a muscle relaxer.
Shit!
He reached out and slapped his hand over the elevator doors, stopping them from closing as he stood there, tempted to say the hell with it and worry about it later, but he knew that if he didn’t take a pill now that his muscles would lock up.
“Are you okay?” Sloane asked, the teasing smile gone as she reached up and cupped his jaw in her hand.
“I need to run back upstairs. I forgot something,” Chase said, forcing a reassuring smile, knowing better than to admit that his back was acting up.
He didn’t want her worrying about him tonight.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Sloane asked, already moving to join him.
“No, I’ll only be a few minutes,” he promised her, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he released his hold on the elevator door and stepped back. “I’ll be back before you know it.”