“It’s late,” he said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
She made a wounded face, but a smile laced it.
“Okay.” She ran her nails down the front of her chest until she reached the neckline of her tank top, tucking her fingers into it. She tugged it gently, enough that her bare breast nearly spilled out of the cheap cotton. She released the neckline and cupped her hand around one weighty globe softly, biting her lip as his eyes followed her hand. She pinched her nipple under the fabric. The action sent a pained frown sweeping across his face. “If you’re sure,” she breathed.
He almost gave in right then, struggling to remind himself that this woman was used to men fucking her senseless the moment she gave the green light. He needed to make sure he stood out from that pack. He needed her to know that he was different from every idiot she’d ever let into her bed prior to him. To guarantee she would never let another one in, again.
His eyes stayed on that dip in her top, that finger tugging her nipple, even as she turned and unlocked the passenger door.
In about half a second, if she was still within reach, he knew he would pull her back and finish what she’d just started.
Thankfully, she hopped down onto the floor of her garage before that sliver of time had elapsed, that sliver of time where his sanity had almost teetered right over the edge.
Her brown eyes glowed. “Good night, Chase.”
Jamming his eyes shut as she slammed the passenger door closed, his hand flew to his dick. He hissed softly when he cupped the pounding head through his sweats. The pain mixed with pleasure that roared through him was surely present in his eyes once he’d reopened them, watching her circle the truck. The swing of those hips had claimed him from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and it owned him still as she climbed the stairs to the door of her house. He craned his neck out of the driver’s side window to see.
With one last look at him, over her shoulder, Lila pressed her finger to the garage door opener. An inviting smile curled her lips.
His eyes fell from that smile and down to the short shorts that hugged her ass, transfixed. He tightened his hold on his dick, so close to hopping out of that truck and taking what she was offering, the pain of fighting it became almost unbearable.
The garage door growled to life as it opened behind him. The light from the outside world crept in. He couldn’t believe how little he wanted any part of it.
As the door jumbled to a stop at the roof of the garage, Chase watched the tight curve of her ass bounce as she climbed the rest of the steps into her house.
The garage was open. The world was back. It was his to return to.
But he had no interest in a world that didn’t have her in it.
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Lila stirred awake that Friday afternoon, frowning at the tiny buzz of pain that shot up her back. From her heavily lidded eyes, the sun bounced off the modern waterfront home and blazed through the windshield, waking her further.
She groaned as her eyes fluttered open completely, peering out of the truck’s windshield. The house was more modern than she’d imagined, all corners and sharp edges, with a glass garage door, a flat metal roof, and weathered wood paneling running vertically from the beautifully landscaped ground.
It was a gorgeous house, but colder than she’d imagined would be Bitsy and Frank, Chase’s grandparents, taste.
Even inside the closed doors of the truck, she could hear the waves pounding relentlessly on the beach as if she were laying right on it. She could see them crashing, as well. The house sat on a small hill, a cul-de-sac that descended right down to the shore, nothing but water, rocks and sand for acres.
It was enough to stir anyone awake, just to see the beauty.
Lila sat tall and stretched, arching heavily. She reached behind her in an attempt to touch the pulsating part of her back, but her arm wasn’t long enough.
Chase reached across the gearshift and touched it for her, putting just enough pressure to elicit a groan from her.
It was a sound he planned on hearing all weekend.
“We’re in Maine.” He smiled. “You slept the whole way.”
She threw him a look. “I’m sorry. I was so exhausted.”
“You’ve always been a terrible road trip partner, so I came prepared with my own entertainment.”
She slapped his hand away, her heart fluttering to life at the sound of his laughter.
“I am a great road trip partner.”
“Whatever you say.” He removed the keys from the ignition and hopped out, circling around the front of the car and opening the passenger door for her.
Lila had to do a few more stretches before she was ready to climb out. Her body rolled with warmth as she watched him watching her every move. She took the hand he was offering her once she was done. As he helped her to the ground, he took a step forward, circling his arm around her waist and pulling her body to his.
Lila gasped at the contact, pressing her body to his in return as he slammed the door closed and covered her mouth with his.
Lips locked, he encircled her in his arms and she did the same.
Just like that, the world fell away.
They didn’t have to hide anymore, so they tasted each other slowly, sensually, not a care in the world but the exploration of each other. A soft chuckle escaped his lips when their tongues swirled.
“Damn,” he whispered, pulling away just to dive back in again, lips lingering on hers for what felt like a beautiful lifetime. “You’re amazing, Lila James.”
She moaned against his lips, letting him dive deeper and accepting the chills that his strong kiss elicited. She felt every whirl, accepted every shudder, and surrendered to every sensation he brought alive in her without fight.
“Make love to me, Chase. Right now. Please.” She pulled her lips from his and cupped his face. “My pussy’s so wet for you, baby. I want it so bad.”
Chase pushed his forehead against hers, lips swollen, eyes shut. “Not yet.”
She moaned her impatience.
Once again, the battle against his will, against the path he wanted to take, against the wood pushing to escape his zipper, was hard won.
“Soon.”
“Tonight.” She reached between their bodies and cupped him.
He hissed, clenching his teeth. “Definitely tonight, baby.”
She came to her toes and covered his lips with hers once more. Again, she took her time, felt every feeling, let her lips travel along his without haste, without fear.
“Your lips taste so good,” she said. “I bet the rest of you tastes even better.”
He exhaled audibly, watching her from under his hooded eyelids for a moment longer before placing one last, quick kiss on her lips, and reaching between their bodies.
Lila’s eyes followed his hand as he entwined his fingers with hers, squeezing tight.
She squeezed back.
The smile on his face was adorable. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He tightened his fingers.
“How’s it feel?” she asked.
“Feels good.”
“You think this feels good…” She trailed off.
He breathed deep, begging for control. “Come on…” He pulled at her hand, waiting for her to follow him up the walkway to the front door of the house.
If Lila thought the outside of the house was excessively modern, it was only because she’d yet to see the inside. Chase held the front door open for her, and she took in the entryway as she stepped through. The open floor plan was bright and airy. She could see the beach from the doorway, gleaming in at her from the floor to ceiling windows that led out back. Beige couches with pillows in various muted colors were situated in a square in the living room, flanked by a floating white staircase.
An all white kitchen owned the entire left side of the main floor. The state of the art stainless steel appliances were the perfect complement to the glossy white cabinets.
Lila kicked off her flats and wiggled
her toes against the concrete floor, turning to Chase just as he closed and locked the door.
His eyes met hers, and he zeroed in like a zombie in a trance, eyes shining.
“This house definitely doesn’t say Bitsy Holloway to me.”
Chase grinned. “Probably because Frank did everything. He built the house from the ground up, and Bitsy came and kicked off her shoes when it was all done. Kind of the way you did just now.” He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her body to his.
She felt him breathe in deep when her ass brushed against the perpetual bulge in his jeans, wondering why he was so keen to torture himself, and her. As they began making their way into the living area, still locked in each other’s arms, she made sure to swirl her ass against him with more force than necessary.
He hissed in response to her games, pressing his lips into her neck. If he wanted to torture himself, that was fine, but Lila didn’t like to leave her itches unscratched. At the moment, he was her biggest itch of all.
They came to a stop at the windows on the other end of the house, looking out at the glittering waters of the Atlantic Ocean. There was no pool, and hardly a backyard. With beachy waters crashing less than 20 feet away from the backdoor, a yard wasn’t needed.
Lila’s eyes fluttered shut as Chase continued to suck
at her neck. He’d found her spot, the crook between her neck and her collarbone, the spot that made her body instantly respond. The sun’s heat vibrated into her skin as he tasted her. Soon, she was wondering if the heat pumping through her was from the sunlight, or the man sucking her neck like it was the last meal he’d ever have.
She reached a hand up over her head and cupped the back of his, tilting her neck.
He accepted the invitation, opening his mouth wider over the hot skin. One of his hands came up and cupped her breast as he devoured her, teeth digging into her skin as he squeezed.
Whimpering, Lila reached behind her and covered his bulge.
“I’ve dreamed about you for too long, baby.” His second hand joined the first, taking the weight of her lonely breasts in a loving grip. He used his leverage to pull her closer, breathing her in. “I just want to enjoy this.”
When she popped open the button of his jeans, he pulled back with a laugh.
She turned to him as he moved away, tucking her fingers into his waistband and getting the zipper down in moments.
“Lila,” he breathed, smiling against her lips when she crashed hers to his, dipping her hand into his boxers. “Let’s change first.”
She pulled her lips away. “Change?”
“Let’s change into our swimsuits.” He took her hands, stopping her just before she got to his dick. “I want to go swimming.”
Lila stood tall, watching the playful gleam in his eye while biting her lip.
He was definitely torturing her on purpose.
And two could play that game.
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Lila peeled her t-shirt over her head, followed quickly by her cargo shorts. Each item of clothing flew across the all white, contemporary bathroom. Her t-shirt disappeared inside of the soaking tub, and her shorts came to a stop next to one of the two floating sink bowls. Both bowls were the same color blue as the ocean splashing away outside the large corner windows, and were the only two objects in there that weren’t perfectly white.
Chase, having shown her to the bathroom just minutes before, had yet to make a full exit. He lingered in the hallway outside the door, watching her peel away her clothes, enslaved by the sight.
Lila held his eyes once she was in just her red bra and panties, matching red toes dancing against the white tiles as she bit her lip and reached both arms behind her back, taking her bra clasp between her fingers.
Chase bit his lip, as well, eyes falling to the full cups of her bra as she released the back clasp. The cups gave a bit, but didn’t fall away. He cringed in anticipation, desperate for her to pull the straps down her arms, to pull the cups away, and reveal her completely naked breasts to him for the first time. He’d seen them spilling out of her shirt, over her bra, but he’d yet to see them completely bare, nothing but chocolate brown skin, dark nipples, and bumpy areolas. His tongue soaked to taste a meal he’d yet to see.
Lila ran her fingers along the inside of the straps, fixing to pull them off her arms, and then she suddenly pulled her hands away.
He blinked as if awoken from a deep sleep, looking up to meet her eyes just as she crossed the bathroom and took the door in her hand.
“I’m sorry. I almost forgot,” she whispered, smiling devilishly. “We’re taking this slow.”
“Oh, come on.” He made a pained expression, eyebrows knitting together just as the bathroom door slammed closed in his face.
With a soft smile, Lila continued getting undressed, quickly changing into her lime green bikini in her haste to get back to the man hurting on the other side of the door.
15
She’d never met a man whose favorite thing to do was hold her hand. Chase hadn’t verbalized it, but his actions spoke for him. Even when it made more sense not to have their fingers entwined, even if life would be worlds easier if they just released each other and got on with it, neither of them did. Lila tried, once or twice, only to feel his fingers tightening, refusing to free her.
She chortled as they stumbled down the house’s floating staircase, gripping his fingers when she almost tripped. The smarter move would’ve been to surrender each other’s hands and hold on to the stair’s railing, but he wouldn’t release her.
She didn’t even want him to. Falling down a flight of slippery stairs and cracking her skull on the concrete floor seemed a small price to pay when up against the thought of letting go of Chase’s hand.
Thankfully, they made it to the first floor without event, fighting and playing in their swimsuits as they stepped out into the beautiful afternoon sun.
Lila screamed when he bent down and took her over his shoulder, carrying her across the forty-foot deck and towards the stairs. The staircase sliced through a deep hill of large black rocks, and straight into the fine white sands of the beach.
Only when he was knee deep in the cool ocean waters did Chase put Lila back on her feet, covering her lips with his.
Lila sighed into the kiss, running the tips of her fingers along the taut muscles of his abdomen, lingering at the white tie of his swim shorts.
They splashed in the water for hours. Every crash of the waves stole all thoughts of the outside world, until nothing else counted, nothing but him and her.
The sun was setting when they made it back to the sand, drenched in salt water and breathless from their play.
Lila found herself slung over his shoulder for the millionth time that afternoon, kicking her legs as he carried her out of the water.
He collapsed onto his knees, watching her fall onto her back with a laugh, her dark hair fanning out against the sparkling sand. He dug his fingers into her sides. She screamed out, laughing with all of her teeth, still out of breath, overwhelmed as he tickled her from the unbearably sensitive spot under her arms, down her wiggling sides, and even as low as her jerking feet. The moment he got her feet in his hands she nearly kicked his teeth out, screaming bloody murder when he ran a single finger down the soft bed.
His eyes beamed brighter than the rapidly setting sun, and he decided to cut her some slack before he took a foot to the face. Falling into the sand next to her, the side of his arm brushing against hers, he followed her gaze up to the sky. A few clouds moved slowly across, but not enough to dampen the sun’s rays or the mood.
Chase was sure nothing could dampen this mood. Not even if those clouds did decide to multiply, darken, and take possession of the sun. He turned his head and saw his real sunlight shining right there next to him. He knew she would always be there when the darkness swept in, striking him with her rays.
“I’m happy.” Lila spoke his thoughts out loud. Her breathing was slowing, full breasts rising
and falling to an easier rhythm the moment she whispered her admission.
“I’m really happy.” Chase was startled when tears stung his eyes. When she began to turn her head, he covered her lips with his before she could see the effect she had on him--the absolute supremacy over every bone in his body and every drop of blood rushing through his veins.
She moaned her approval, immediately parting her lips under his, taking the kiss to the next level.
He came up to his elbow, facing her, and she followed his lead. They adjusted their bodies to accommodate the kiss, moving to their sides. Lila inched across the sand to get closer, and his fingers trailed along her hipbone before circling around to her back, tugging her hips to his.
“Oh god,” he breathed against her lips, hardness compelled to her stomach.
Lila’s eyes fluttered closed when his warm lips moved from her mouth to her neck. He drew in the tender skin there, taking it between his teeth gently before shooting up to her ear and claiming it with his greedy mouth as well.
Her pussy ached with more vigor every second his lips were on her, touching pieces of skin they never had before. They traveled down below her collarbone, setting off an electrical spark in each place they hit, leaving his permanent mark.
His tongue spun against her skin to get a taste of every inch. He moaned as the saltiness of her skin and the seawater teased his taste buds, making him ache for more. Moving along her heaving stomach, it swirled out to lap at her belly button. She fell onto her back, and he followed, as if his tongue was glued to her skin.
Shots of light fired under her eyelids when he looked up and met her eyes. He moved his hot kisses even lower, sucking at the valley between her naval and her bikini bottoms before drawing the tight skin between his teeth.
His lips worked on her stomach as his fingers trickled back up.
She barely felt the beds of his fingers moving against her skin, but she felt it. Just enough to send a shiver across her body that settled in comfortably at her pussy, which was now pulsating with need.
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