Lost Without You: Book 2 in the Chasing Olivia Series

by Jillian Anselmi

  I open the door to my suite, Chase following close behind. Within seconds, his eyes are drawn to the chair in the corner. He looks up at me, then back to the dress. Without warning, he grabs me and holds me tight against his chest. “I almost lost you,” he whispers, not attempting to hide the pain in his voice. “I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t gotten here in time.” His voice is strained as he squeezes me tighter.

  “But you didn’t,” I console him. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” I say, realizing for the first time since I saw him again that I need him just as much as he needs me.

  He releases me from his strong hold and places his hands on my shoulders. Looking down at me, his long eyelash catches a stray tear before it falls down his cheek. “I’ll never let you go again,” he whispers, a slight edge to his voice.

  Taking my face in his hands, he leans down and brushes his lip against mine, once, twice, before sliding his tongue along my lower lip, provoking a moan from me. His hands tighten, pulling me closer, his kiss going from gentle to firm and passionate. He kisses me long and hard, his tongue caressing mine when I open on a gasp. His hand travels up my back and into my hair at the nape. He grips and tugs, moving my head to the side. Breaking the kiss, he nips his way from my ear down my neck to my shoulder.

  I tremble in his hold as his nose trails the curve of my back, feeling his need for me, feeling his self-control start to unravel with every nip and suck, hungry for more. I’m willing to give him everything I have, everything he demands.

  Grabbing my arms, he throws me onto the bed and starts stripping off his clothes. His erection springs free, his eyes glisten with lust. Involuntarily, I swallow at the sight of him, wanting to taste his thickening length.

  Diving on top of me, he pins my arms above my head and presses his lips to mine. Biting and sucking my bottom lip, his breathing quick and ragged, he claims my mouth once more. His tongue sweeps inside, taking everything I’m willing to give.

  Chase sits up, dragging me with him. He swiftly pulls my shirt above my head and undoes my bra with mastered precision. Yanking off my pants, he rips my panties, his hands roving over my body, eliciting goose bumps in their wake. His lips brush across my skin in a fevered rush while he palms my breasts. Pinching my nipples, he dips his tongue into my belly button, causing me to moan at the overwhelming sensation.

  Lying before him, naked and trusting, I run my hands over his chest and up his neck, finally stopping at the scruff on his cheeks. He looks up at me and his eyes, blazing with need, meet mine for the smallest of moments before he breaks the connection. His mouth meets my breasts, biting the underside before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His other hand creeps down my body in feather-light touches, teasing to the point of insanity. I arch my back, forcing more of my breast into his greedy mouth, my hips rocking with anticipation. I want him, and I want him now. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he moves to the next, and bites. A strangled moan leaves my throat as I shout, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.

  Seizing both my hands, Chase pins them over my head once more. He spreads my legs wide with his knee. In one swift move, he grabs his cock and thrusts inside me. I cry out in both surprise and pleasure. Moaning, he pushes farther, moves deeper, and I arch my back, wanting him harder, needing to feel every brutal inch of him.

  “Chase,” I pant, “I need to touch you.” He growls in response, his eyes dilated and fixed on mine. I try to loosen his grip, to move, but I can’t, and it’s just the way he wants me. Putting his head next to mine, he breathes heavily against my ear. With each stroke, a guttural grunt comes from low in his throat. The sensation is overwhelming and I surrender myself to him, my head tilted back and eyes screwed shut.

  The primordial sounds coming from Chase send shock waves through me. Expelling a breath every time our hips clash, I pant in pure ecstasy. “Oh, Fuck Olivia,” he moans. Opening my eyes long enough to see his blazing with lust, my body starts to twitch and my legs quiver as my orgasm nears.

  “Chase!” I cry out, every muscle in my body craving release. “Oh, God, please!” My breaths turn into pants as my hips rock against him, needing him.

  Chase cries out a garbled version of my name as he climaxes with one last hard thrust and collapses on top of me. After catching his breath, Chase lifts his head to look at me.

  He releases my hands and I instinctively rub my wrists, marked red from where he was holding them. He pulls out of me and rolls over. Seeing me looking at his condom-less cock, he freezes.

  “Shit, Olivia. I was so wrapped up—”

  “It’s fine. I’ve been on the pill for a while now.” A look of relief crosses his face, until he looks down at my wrists.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, picking up my hands and kissing each red line.

  “It’s okay,” I mutter as I sit up. “Are you okay?”

  He looks down for a minute. “Yes, I was just overwhelmed,” he says, his eyes wandering to the chair in the corner. “I saw the dress and panicked.”

  “Don’t.” I lift his head and look into his big blue eyes. “Besides, I kinda like it rough.”

  That causes him to crack a sideways smile. Taking my hand, I run it across the stubble on his cheek.

  “You like it rough, huh?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.

  “Yup. And I believe you owe me an orgasm,” I say, lifting a brow.

  “Really?” he mocks, his words dripping in sarcasm.

  “Yup.” I give him a slow, sexy smile. “So, what are you waiting for?”

  He moans low in his throat, his cock starting to twitch as he reaches over and places his hand behind my neck. Bringing me closer, he kisses my swollen lips, sucking lightly. “How rough?” he whispers between kisses.

  “I don’t know,” I murmur back, my voice hoarse and raspy. “Try me.”

  It’s like I opened up a vault. Smiling, he nips at my ear and stands up. “I’ll be back in a second,” he purrs.

  He disappears out of the bedroom and peeks his head back in less than a second later. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod my head in response. He disappears back outside the room, leaving me curious.

  A minute later, he appears with two of the guest bathrobes. He drops the robes on the floor, holding only the thick ties that keep them closed. He then bends over to where his shorts are on the floor and takes off the belt he was wearing not too long ago.

  “I have an idea,” he says from across the room. With all three items in his hand, he slowly saunters over to the bed. “I want to tie you to the bed,” he says, his eyes lit with excitement, his breathing ragged. I just stare, not sure what to think of all this.

  I stop thinking and go with my feelings. “Okay,” I whisper. He stands in front of me, gloriously naked. He makes a slipknot on one end of the robe closure, gently places it around my ankle, and ties the other end to the foot of the bed, then repeats the motion on my other ankle, so my legs are spread wide.

  Crawling up the bed, slow and calculating, he kisses my legs, drawing his lips up my thighs. I take my hand to run it through his hair, but he lunges, grabbing both in one of his large ones.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he says, making a tsk-tsk noise with his tongue as he straddles me. “I want you totally immobile,” he whispers in my ear, giving it a gentle nip. Leaning down, he grabs my t-shirt from the floor and slips one of my hands through the opening. He twists the shirt so it’s thin and tight, and then seizes my other hand, putting it through the other hole. His rock hard cock sways between my breasts as he works, and my hips involuntarily move. Crossing my arms over my head, he takes his belt, pulls it through the shirt, loops the notched end around a thin strip on the backboard, and buckles it. I’m trussed up, and completely at his mercy.

  Once finished, he stands to the side of the bed, looking at his handy work. As he looks down at me, a lazy smile plays on his lips. “Are you ready?”he asks, his voice full of lust. .

  My mouth t
otally dry, I nod my head. He turns around, picks up his shirt, lifts my head, and places his polo around the back so my head is in the hole. “I want you totally powerless,” he says before covering my eyes with the shirt.

  I can’t see him, but I can feel him right over me. His fingers gently run up and down my body, barely a touch, but causing goose bumps as he goes.

  Without warning, he is on top of me, his mouth covering my hard nipple, biting and sucking without mercy. I moan at the shock of pain and pleasure. He switches to the other nipple, continuing his gratifying punishment. His cock lays against my side, hard and pulsing.

  Working his way down my stomach, he circles my navel with his tongue, giving me chills. My legs twitch in response, but I can’t move. It’s frustrating.

  In this next moment, he’s between my legs, his tongue probing before his lips latch onto my clit, his hands on my thighs. “Fuck, Chase,” I cry out in pure bliss. I want to move, buck my hips for friction, but I’m trapped. My fingers claw at the headboard as I’m taken higher and higher. One more flick of his tongue and I’m done for. I come hard and fast, moaning and screaming his name.

  Before I can come down from my high, he is loosening the knots around my feet. Once free, he roughly flips me onto my stomach and pushes my knees up so my ass is in the air. Kneeling behind me, he grips my hips hard, his fingers cutting into my skin. In one swift move, he slams into me. I scream, arching my back, my head high in the air. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he slams into me, harder and faster. Whimpering, I start to quiver again and he smacks me on the ass, fucking me harder. He groans low in his throat, trying to hold on. “Is this rough enough, Olivia?” he growls, his breath growing harsher. “Is this how you like to be fucked?” he asks through gritted teeth, slamming into me so hard, I’m seeing stars.

  My legs give way as my orgasm detonates, a long moan erupting from my throat. Another few relentless thrusts and he cries out, finding his own release.

  Once Chase catches his breath, he pulls out of me and lowers my legs so I’m lying flat. Reaching up, he unbuckles the belt and releases my hands. I take the shirt off so I can see and flip over onto my back. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at me. “Are you okay?” he asks, not breaking eye contact.

  “Fuck yeah,” I answer back. “That was amazing.” He smiles his heart-melting smile, leans in, and kisses my forehead.

  “Glad to hear it,” he murmurs, still smiling.

  “Will you stay tonight?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he says, placing a swift kiss on my lips. “But, I need a shower.”

  “Me, too. Thanks to you.”

  “Well, if we shower together, we might never get to sleep,” he says with a smirk, “so you can go first.”

  After both of us have showered, I lay curled in his arms, my head on his chest. We sit like this for what feels like hours before he shifts, leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he breathes. “I am never going to let you go.”

  I turn my head to look up at him, meeting his gaze.“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, and he pulls me closer, pressing his nose into my hair. Inhaling deeply, then sighing softly, his thumb caresses my naked back. Turning to my side, he follows suit, situating us so we are spooning. Chase’s chest rises and falls against my back and after only a few moments, his breathing evens as he falls asleep. Finally, I drift off into a peaceful sleep knowing he’s by my side.

  I’m so hot. Uncomfortably hot. Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself tangled up in Chase, his hot breath on the back of my neck as he snores softly. With his arm over my stomach, his leg over mine, he has a vice-like grip on me. I carefully take his arm and move it off my waist, trying to maneuver out of his hold without waking him. Scooting up, I shift his leg, but it doesn’t budge. After a few moments of slight twisting and turning, I finally manage to move his heavy ass leg off me. He shifts, but doesn’t wake. With ninja-like stealth, I move off the bed, pick a robe up from the floor, and move toward the bathroom to take care of necessities.

  I walk back into the bedroom suite to see Chase leaning on his right arm, staring right at me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he purrs, his hair all tousled and sexy.

  “Good morning.” I smile back. “I was hoping I didn’t wake you. You needed the sleep.”

  “When I turned and you weren’t there, I woke up,” he murmurs, a slight look of panic crossing his face.

  “We’ll, here I am. I didn’t go running for the hills, if that’s what you were worried about,” I say, trying to reassure him.

  His face immediately relaxes.

  “What time is it?” he asks.

  “A little before eight.”

  His eyes go from concerned to needy. “Since you insist on going back to work tomorrow, we only have one more day here.” He smiles as he stands from the bed. “What do you want to do?” Naked, he saunters over and pulls me into his arms.

  Tilting my head up, he plants a gentle kiss on my lips, his cock stirring against my robe. If we go back to bed, we’ll never leave.

  “What do you want to do today?” I ask, looking up into his bright blue eyes. He smiles a coy, you-know-what-I want smile. “Except sex,” I sneak in. He chuckles and gives me a puppy dog pout, making me giggle.

  “No sex?” he asks, raising a brow.

  I shake my head slowly for effect. “Nope,” I say, popping the ‘p’.

  Spinning me around, he pushes me down on the bed and pins me to the mattress. “Are you sure?” he taunts.

  “No,” I answer with a pout, “but if we stay here, day will turn to night before we know it.”

  Gazing down at me, his lips twitching, he appears thoughtful for a moment. “Okay,” he concedes, placing a quick peck on my lips. “I need to go back to my room and freshen up.”

  “And maybe get some clothes, not that I mind looking at your naked body.”

  He stands up. “You will have plenty of time to see that,” he chuckles. “But, you still haven’t answered my question.”

  “Surprise me,” I say, leaning up on one arm and biting my lip.

  “Stop that, or I’m not going anywhere,” he warns. Tossing his clothes from yesterday back on his flawless body, he turns to me. “Be ready by nine. I’ll call you ten minutes before to tell you how to dress.” With that, he walks out of the suite.

  Exactly fifty minutes later, my cell phone rings and I pick it up, knowing it will be Chase.

  “Hello,” I purr into the phone.

  “Meet me in the lobby in ten minutes. You’ll need a comfortable bathing suit and sun screen.” With that, he hangs up.

  I find the only one-piece suit I packed, a navy blue halter from Tommy Bahama with polka-dot print and striped trim, and throw it on as quickly as possible. I’m still fastening the back clasp as I run down the hall to the elevators.

  A few minutes later, I stroll into the lobby and find Chase sitting on one of the white couches filling the large space. No matter where we are, he’s always impeccably dressed and looks amazing. The driving urge to climb on top of him, take his face in my hands, and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, grows with every second I see him.

  As soon as he sees me walking toward him, he stands. “Hello, beautiful.”

  “So, where are we going?” I ask when I get to him. He pulls me into an embrace and kisses the top of my head.

  “The only thing to do when you’re in Key West.” I look at him, puzzled. “Snorkeling,” he says, grinning from ear to ear.

  “I’ve never been snorkeling.”

  “Well, today is a fantastic day to learn.”

  He’s right. The weather couldn’t be more perfect—not a cloud in the sky and barely a breeze. “There is a tour that leaves soon, come.” He takes my hand and we walk out the front doors of the hotel to a car waiting in front of the hotel. Chase opens the door to let me in, then slides in after me.

  After stopping for a breakfast of bagels and coffee,
we pull up to an area where the cruise ships dock. We get out of the car and Chase leads me past a row of charter boats, stopping at what he considers a smaller, more personal tour boat. This boat is about the same size as the one he took me on when we were at Davis, and that wasn’t small by any means.

  “Welcome aboard.” A deckhand smiles and waves us forward. Chase helps me down the plank leading to a platform at the stern. “I’m Matt, that’s Billy.” He motions to the other deckhand. “Captain’s name is Frankie,” he says, motioning his head toward the bow.

  Matt leads us up a ladder to the top level. “Stay seated until she comes to a stop. We’ll be going straight out to the reefs, about a half hour trip,” Matt says to us. We both take a seat on a bench facing forward. Chase puts his arm around me, pulling me close.

  Matt and Billy scurry around the side of the boat, untying the lines attached to the cleats on the dock. They both push off simultaneously and we float away. The captain revs the dual engines, the dock growing smaller every second.

  Chase holds me tight, a huge smile on his face as his hair whips around his face from the wind. I can’t see his eyes through his Gucci sunglasses, but I know they are sparkling from the giant grin plastered across his face. He leans in and kisses the top of my head. “Isn’t this great?” he asks, his voice full of mirth.

  “It’s beautiful.” I smile back.

  Twenty minutes later, the captain stops the boat in the middle of nowhere and Chase and I make our way down the stairs to the main deck. The crew rushes around, grabbing equipment from the stocked cabin. Billy hands me a vest and a pair of flippers while Matt does the same for Chase.

  Taking off his shirt and sunglasses, Chase places them on the bench. Matt motions for me to turn around so he can put on my vest, but Chase snatches it from him. I quirk a brow and turn, placing one arm through the opening as he gently brings the other side around for my other arm. Turning me toward him, he zips the front and lifts my chin so I’m looking into those big, beautiful blue eyes.