by Simone Elise
I was wearing a silk short black lace nightie. It was still warm even in the air-conditioned suite. I headed for the door, expecting it to be a waiter. Maybe I had tripped an alarm or something?
I opened it up with a smile. That smile dropped when I saw who it was.
Chase.
How did he know what room I was in? Oh wait. When I paid for the dinner, I gave my room number. I opened my mouth to demand why he was here, but he was the first to speak.
"You're not eating. You didn't eat at dinner, and you have lost weight." He leaned on the doorframe, his forest green eyes studying me. "Why aren't you eating?"
That was completely left field. Why was he even worried about that? I went to answer, but he spoke first again.
"Where are you heading to? You said interstate but you didn't say where." His eyes were zoning in on me. I would love to say he was drunk, but he was sober. I could see it clearly. He was steady on his feet and his eyes weren't glassy. He might have had a few beers with dinner, but he hadn't had a drop since.
It was like all these questions had been eating at him all night and now was his chance for answers and he wasn't leaving until he got them. Had he really spent all night thinking about this? These stupid little questions? Why? He didn't care about me; he had thrown me out. He had women so what did he want with me? Why did he need these answers?
He tilted his head, watching me. "Why are you checked in under a fake name?"
That I wasn't explaining! Actually, when I thought about it, I didn't have to give him any answers.
I went to close the door in his face, like he had mine, but he put his foot out, creating a wedge, pushing the door back open.
"What? Lost your voice?" Chase challenged me. He wasn't backing down. Nope. He had questions, and he was used to getting answers.
"I have nothing to say to you." I lifted my chin up. "So, goodnight." I went to close the door again, and this time he stopped it with his hand.
"I'll come in." He pushed the door open wide and brushed past me, walking in. My mouth fell open. He had to be kidding right now! After the way he treated me!
"You aren't welcome!" I flung around, leaving the door open. "Leave now or I'll call security."
He stood there in with his leather vest on, his jeans, his dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and he laughed at me. Really laughed.
"You actually think I'm scared of security?" He grinned at me foolishly "Really, Chloe?" His expression dried up "Or should I say Maddie Preston?"
I groaned and closed the door. He wasn't leaving.
"Fine, I'll answer your questions. Yes, you're right, I'm not eating. Why? That is zero of your business. I am leaving interstate and I'm still booking my flight. There. Anything else?" I stomped my foot and put my hands on my hips. I gave him more than he deserved to know.
"Why aren't you eating?" His voice was smooth and calm, like he would wait all day for the answer.
The suite was large, but right now it was feeling very small. He took a step towards me and I automatically took one back.
"Like I said, that's zero of your business."
"Why wouldn't you let me pay for your dinner?"
"Because I don't want anything from you."
"Letting me pay for dinner isn't taking anything from me."
"CHASE, I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY! I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU!" I threw my hands up in the air.
"Calm down."
"Don't you tell me to calm down! You come in here demanding answers after you threw me out! YOU THREW ME OUT! Get that bit, Chase."
"YOU SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER!" The anger rolling from him could be felt from across the room. It was like he was holding it and now he had let out how angry he was.
Really? That's what he thought happened? Where had he got that idea from? I had never implied it.
I laughed at that. "No, Chase, he saw me naked. He walked in on me when I was in the bathroom. I slipped, hit my head, and he helped me up. That's it. That was ALL THAT HAPPENED!"
Chase's eyes were on fire as he stared back at me, his breathing coming out sharper.
"He touched you while you were naked."
"He helped me up! You know, this is rich coming from you seeing as you are screwing anything and everything that walks past you. You know what, Chase? Why don't you go? I'm sure there is still a club girl awake and your night won't be a complete waste."
His fists were clenched at his side and, if I didn't know better, I would think he was thinking about hitting something. Chase might be mad, but he always had control of his temper.
I turned my back and walked to the door, opening it up. He wasn't welcome. My nerves were raw and I was hurting. Talking about it was bringing it all up and it hurt. It was showing on my face, and I wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing it.
I was expecting him to walk past me and leave. Instead, he stood behind me and I could feel his breathing on the back of my neck.
"Close the door, Chloe. I'm not leaving."
I took a steady breath in, but didn't close the door. I held the door open. Take the hint, Chase. Leave.
He reached around me, his arm brushing against my shoulder, as he pushed the door shut.
"I'm sorry."
I kept breathing; one sharp breath in, one long breath out.
"Are you listening to me?"
No. No, I wasn't.
He walked around me and stood in front of me. His hands were on my arms.
"Chloe, look at me."
Nope. I was already close to tears. He had hurt me enough and I wasn't letting him get close again. I was leaving. I had plans.
His fingers tilted my head up, and I was finally forced to look him in the eye. He was frowning.
"Did you hear me when I said I was sorry?"
I chewed my bottom lip and didn't say anything or acknowledge him.
He gently put my loose hair behind my ear. His hand cupped the side of my face. "Come on sweetheart, answer me."
"Why?" I licked my lips and met his intense stare. "You hate me. You made that clear."
"I was angry."
"You hurt me, Chase." I pushed his hand off my face and walked to the window, needing space from him.
"Why aren't you eating?" I might have wanted distance, but he wasn't giving it to me. He was behind me again. This time his hands ran down my sides, stopping on my hips. "There is barely anything left of you."
I was stiff under his touch, just his touch made my body come to life.
"I'm fine."
"You're saying that, but I ain't buying it, just like I didn't buy all those lies at dinner."
Of course, he didn't believe my lies. I thought I was getting away with it too smoothly.
"Fine." I spun around, looking up at him. His forest green eyes were on me. While they were painted in concern, I couldn't care. "I'm not eating because of you! Because you ripped my heart out, because you rejected me so you win, Chase. You broke my heart. There, I said it, and I don't blame you so leave." I was fuming. All the rejection I had been feeling for weeks came out. A tear slid down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away.
I went to walk around him, but he stepped in my path. His hands grabbed mine, stopping me from moving.
"I didn't win. If anything, I lost. I lost you because I was jealous and I'm sorry, Chloe. You have to believe me when I say that. I've been a drunk mess for weeks because of you. I shouldn't have kicked you out and I shouldn't have let Marc get under my skin but I did and I'm sorry."
"It's too late for sorry," I muttered, stepping out of his grasp. He quickly matched my step. His hand ran up my arm and he tilted my head back. Taking a step closer to me, he pulled me hard against his chest and his eyes darted to my lips.
"You're mine, Chloe. You have always been mine." His voice was full of possession.
I stepped away from him "No Chase, I'm not. I'm just some girl you saved and now you have to say goodbye to. I'm one of the m
any."
Chase's Point of View
She stepped away from me. "No Chase, I'm not. I'm just some girl you saved and now you have to say goodbye to. I'm one of the many." Her voice was low, and just feeling her step away from me felt wrong.
It all felt wrong. She wasn't some girl I saved. She was the girl. How could I let things get so screwed up?
"Fuck that." I pulled on her hand, causing her to come crashing back to me. I lifted her up with ease and then forcefully kissed her. Her lips were hard against mine. She wasn't giving in, but I was. I was giving into every nagging thought about her. I was kissing her like I had never kissed her. Like she was the water and I was on fire.
She pushed at my chest, trying to get out of my grip, but I just kissed her harder.
Then just when I thought all hope was lost, when I thought she was really done with me, something switched in her. She stopped fighting it and gave in. Her hands gripped the sides of my face, her legs wrapping around my waist.
Now this felt right. This is where I wanted her since I met her. This is how I wanted her every minute of tonight, when she was wearing that revealing dress, when her thighs were showing and it was killing me not to reach out and feel it. Every time she moved, it was as if I was tuned into her movements. My body wanted nothing more than to reach over and claim what was meant to be mine. My hands ran up her thighs now until they were firmly on her ass, underneath whatever she was barely wearing.
The makeup she had on earlier was gone; that made her look older. She was fresh-faced and looked her age, exactly the way I liked seeing her.
My body took her full weight, which was nothing. She was tiny and I wasn't happy she was smaller than usual, but again, that was my fault.
Chapter 29
Chase's Point of View
I moved to the bed, slowly lowering her to the bed. I broke away from her lips and kissed down her neck. Her skin was so sweet and alluring, soft and smooth. I was on my knees between her legs. I peeled my vest off and threw it behind me, hearing it hit the floor.
Her fingers ran down my chest and she started to undo the buttons. I took a sharp breath in as I felt her fingers on my skin.
Finally, she undid the last button. I peeled the shirt off and threw it in the same direction as my vest. My hands were back on her. She leaned up on her elbows and kissed me again, and then she gripped me, kissing me like she was the one missing me, like she wanted this as badly as I did.
My hands went to the straps of her nightie, and I pushed the black straps down her arms. Ever since I walked into this room and saw what little she was wearing, I wanted to take it off and now was my chance. I lowered her back down to the bed and slowly peeled the black lace off her, firstly showing one breast and then two, then the black lace was on the floor with my clothes, and the air was knocked from my lungs.
She was so fucking perfect. The pink lace of her undies was all she was wearing. My eyes were so focused on her perfect body, and it took me a few moments to see she was blushing. I had been gawking at her. She went to cover herself up.
Her hands went over her breasts.
I gripped her hands. She didn't need to be embarrassed in front of me. This was one place I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable. I wanted her to feel safe to be naked in front of me.
"Don't, baby girl." I moved her hands out of the way, kissing her collarbone.
"It's just…." Her words stopped me and I looked up.
"What?"
She looked me in the eye. "You're the first guy I've ever wanted to see me naked."
I grinned at that. "So, my stupid brother doesn't make the cut?"
Her eyes lit up and she shook her head. "Not even close."
I wouldn't have been able to joke about that earlier yesterday. Now, when I knew she was completely mine, the pressure was off. I thought Marc had had a taste of something that was mine. I thought they had gone to the next level but I was completely and utterly wrong.
I gripped her undies and peeled them down her thighs and then she was finally, completely naked in front of me and I was surprised she was also completely hairless. I thought she was too young to care about grooming, but clearly, I was wrong again. She was waxed and I had to touch. It was killing me, seeing and not touching.
My fingers ran down her belly button, heading down there.
"Chase, I have to tell you something."
I looked up at her. Her eyes were full of panic and she was chewing her bottom lip.
I was still kneeling between her legs, and, with my free hand, I pried her lip free.
"What's wrong?" Was she scared? I didn't want her to be scared. Why was she panicking? I must have moved too quickly. I should have gone slower.
"It's just…" she gulped. "I haven't told you something."
I arched my eyebrows at that. "What?"
Whatever it was, she was embarrassed about it. What could she possibly have to tell me? My stomach twisted when I thought of what if. What if Marc had been in this same position? What if he did have a taste of what was mine?
It was only now that I was sober for the first time since it happened. I realized what she meant to me. She wasn't just any girl you could write off. She had somehow got inside my heart. How did I let that happen? But it had, and now as I stared down at her, I was scared what she was going to say.
Her cheeks went bright red, her eyes flashing away from me. "I'm a virgin." She let out a long breath. Her eyes flashed back to mine.
At that, my eyes went wide. So Marc wasn't lying, Chloe was a virgin. I hadn't believed it when he said that but now as she lay in front of me, bright-cheeked, I had to believe it.
The only thing I could think was how had I found someone so fucking perfect?
She was too good for me, too fucking perfect for the likes of me. I was pulling my hand away when her hand gripped mine tighter.
"But I want you to be the first," she added.
I shook my head. No way was I doing that. "I don't want to hurt you, Chloe." I was known for being 'big.' I would destroy her.
"If you don't, someone will." She gave me a challenging look and I knew she was right. "I would prefer if that someone was you."
I swallowed sharply. Just imagining someone else being right where I am right now sent my blood on fire. I never wanted another man looking at her the way I was looking at her. I never wanted another man to see her body in this view.
"Please." She looked at me with such determination. She sat up and started to kiss my chest, leaving butterfly kisses. I couldn't think straight with her mouth on me.
"Fine, but we are doing this my way." I was determined on that. I didn't want to hurt her. She let go of my hand and I began to keep moving down, going over her soft, waxed skin until I reached her core. As much as I wanted to drive into her, I knew she would be tight. I had been with so many loose women I had forgotten the meaning of what tight was.
Her hands ran down my arms, and she gripped my shoulders tightly as I slipped one finger into her. She gasped and clenched my finger so darn tightly. If I wasn't turned on before, I certainly was now.
I slowly started to pump her, and then slipped two fingers in. It was even tighter. I didn't see how I was going to fit without slicing her open.
Knowing she would never have felt these feelings before, I lowered my mouth to her breast. She would be feeling intense.
"Tell me if it's too much." I trailed kisses up her collarbone, up her neck until I was met with her lips. Her hands went in my hair and her tongue slipped into my mouth. She was becoming adventurous. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts firmly into me and her hands ran down my back. She was pulling on the zipper of my jeans, and I stopped her.
"Slow, baby girl. Slow."
"I don't want slow. I want you in me," she puffed, pouting her bottom lip. It was hard to say no to that.
"All in good time. First, we have to get you warmed up."
I started running ki
sses up her neck, meeting her mouth and covering it with mine. I kept fingering her, slowly. She started to arch and push back on my fingers, wanting more, meeting every push with a thrust of her hips.
So fucking perfect.
She broke our kiss, her forehead against mine. "Chase, I need you now." She was panting, a small bead of sweat on her forehead.
My self-control was at its limit. I knew once I was inside her I was going to get lost, which could possibly hurt her.
I let go of her and I stood up, and, at first, there was panic in her eyes. She reached out for me, but missed.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm coming back." I grinned at how eager she was. It was as if she had been wanting this since we first met.
I pulled down my jeans and then my boxers, and then crawled back up the bed until I was in between her legs again.
Then it hit me. We couldn't do this. I didn't have protection. I hadn't planned on coming back here to have sex with her. I came here because I couldn't stop thinking about her. I came here with questions.
She must have noticed my reaction. "What's wrong?" She sat up.
"I don't have protection." This was the worst possible thing to happen. All this temptation…
"I'm on the pill." She tilted her head to look at me. "How many women have you slept with without protection?"
Was she crazy? "Not one." I always shielded.
She chewed on her bottom lip and then said "I trust you then."
She knew I had been sleeping with women all week. Different women. Sure, I always used protection. There hadn't been a time where I hadn't, but this would be a first.
"I don't know."
"Chase, I trust you." She looked at me confidently "And you can't leave this job unfinished." She was flushed and hot.
"You sure? I've never gone skin on skin before." This was a first for me. She was a virgin, she was clean. She was on the pill so we were protected. There was nothing stopping us, apart from me.
I had never trusted a woman to go skin on skin.