My brain couldn’t process much but my body obviously heard his words because my h*ps started working with his hand. Sliding back to his forth, forth to his back and that was a whole lot better.
“Chace,” I breathed against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he whispered against mine.
Already built, it started pulsing, throbbing, it was going to explode.
I quit breathing.
Chace stopped his finger moving, slid one inside… inside… that would be inside me… and I gasped but then let no more air in or out.
“Faye, honey, breathe.”
I did what I was told and breathed, his finger slid out of me and started doing what it was doing before and his mouth took mine again in a kiss.
Through this, the phone rang twice.
Now I was there. I was there. I knew that feeling. I also knew it was going to be better than ever. The best. The absolute best.
I tore my mouth from his because I couldn’t take his tongue anymore. It was all too much, too much goodness. I shoved my face in his neck and gasped as it happened. Driving through me, making me clutch on tight, shove my face deep, buck my h*ps against his hand, the heat of it rushed through me, burning me to a cinder.
I was right. It was.
The absolute best.
When I came down, slowly, lazily, it felt like it took years and I didn’t care if I lost that time, it felt that good, the phone had stopped ringing and I was no longer on my back but on my side. My leg was thrown over Chace’s hip and one of his arms was tight around my waist, holding me close to his body. His other hand was in my hair, tucking my face in his throat. Both of my hands were still clutching his shirt.
My breathing started evening out, my fingers relaxed, my hands went flat against his back and I heard Chace gently ask the top of my head, “How you doin’?”
I was fine. I was beyond fine. I could die right there and be happy. Not, of course, that I wanted to do that but that was just how fine I was.
“I’m good,” I whispered.
“Good,” he whispered back.
I pressed deeper into Chace and his arm got tighter around me.
Then I closed my eyes tight and called, “Chace.”
“Right here, honey.”
I pressed my lips together and then I did what I had to do.
I announced, “There’s something you have to know.”
“I know it.”
I blinked at his immediate answer, this action leaving my eyes open but I was so surprised at his quick response, I didn’t have it in me to notice I was staring up close at his very attractive throat which was an opportunity I would normally take time to savor.
Then I asked, “You know it?”
“Yep.”
“You know what?”
“That I’m the first man to have his hand down your pants and later, I’m gonna be the first man who does other things to you too.”
Yep, he knew it.