It would be so easy to blurt out a yes. But Chaser doesn’t want easy answers. He wants the honest one.
I blink, trying to stretch my imagination that far into the future. What will it look like? Where will we be?
We.
“Every vision of my future includes you. No matter where I go, I want you by my side. I want to come home and find you practicing guitar in the living room. Go on tour with you. Accept awards with you. Travel everywhere together.” I run my finger over his furrowed brow. “Have a family with you—”
He slams his mouth over mine, cutting me off, claiming my lips and my heart.
Hot, undeniable sparks fire through my veins. An electrical current of energy running between our bodies. A whimper of need and desperation tears from my throat. He answers with his own needy rumble.
I slip my fingers over his hot skin and hard muscles. Stroking over firm abs, his sides, to his back.
He groans again. Leaning on one arm, he runs his hand down my side, and tugs my shirt up. I lift up to help untangle it from my arms and stop to undo my bra.
The corners of his mouth lift with approval. His dark eyes glitter with desire. Our lips meet again. My lips part and his tongue strokes against mine.
“My girl,” he whispers against my lips.
I nod slowly.
He dives lower, kissing along my jaw, down to my neck. His scruff setting fire to my sensitive skin where he stops to suck and nip. I angle my head back, offering my neck as a canvas to leave his mark.
Little cries of pleasure escape my lips as he continues kissing and claiming every inch of me.
He slips one hand between our bodies. I gasp as he brushes his fingers over my inner thigh, up under my shorts. His teeth scrape my nipple as his fingers stroke the edge of my panties.
I gasp and try to sit up but he keeps me pinned. Desire turns me inside out and I struggle under the weight of his body.
“What’s wrong, little dove?” His wicked smile even more of a turn-on as he slowly slides his fingers under my panties. His thumb brushes over my clit and my body jerks.
“Mmm, I like that.” He strokes in firmer circles until I squeeze my eyes shut, trying so hard to concentrate on the delicious sensations. My thigh muscles quiver in anticipation but he leaves me on the edge, never pressing hard enough to set me off.
“Chaser,” I whine and try desperately to grind myself against his hand.
I blink up at him. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded with desire. “I love watching you,” he whispers. Still watching me, he dips his head and tugs at the button of my shorts with his teeth.
A pathetic whimper leaves me as he eases his hand away from my center and works my shorts loose. “Get these off,” he growls.
I lift my hips and he shimmies my shorts and underwear down my legs, stopping to press a kiss to my bellybutton.
“That tickles.” My belly quivers with held back laughter as her runs his scruff over my skin.
He slides his body off the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed.
“Come here.” His low, guttural demand has me scooting down the bed. Not fast enough, apparently. He slips his arms under my legs, and yanks me to the edge. Using his wide shoulders, he presses my legs open. The scratch of his stubble against my inner thigh sends more tingles of anticipation through me. He kisses and nibbles. When I think I can’t take another second of torment, he places his wicked mouth where I need it most.
“Oh!”
He groans and uses his tongue to flick my clit. My thighs clench, squeezing his head, until he pries me open again. Breathless, ragged noises escape my throat. I reach down, tangling my fingers through his hair.
He tastes and teases, lapping and swirling his tongue in the most provocative ways, always leaving me teetering on the edge.
He returns all his focus to my clit, sucking gently. My legs shake. My toes curl against the sheets. He twines his fingers with mine and I finally break. Waves of pleasure pulse through me, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
When I can’t take any more, I buck my hips, shaking him loose. He sits back and chuckles, pressing a slippery kiss to my thigh.
I curl my finger at him. Pressing his fists into the mattress,