Breathe (30 page)

I would find that I did when in an instant I was on my back and Chace was on top of me.

“You serious?” he whispered.

No. I wasn’t serious. I was crazy.

Though, one couldn’t argue with the fact the weight of his big, heavy, warm body felt good on mine.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“You ready for that?”

No. I absolutely was not ready.

Though, again, his big, heavy, warm body felt good on mine.

And, well, I hadn’t forgotten the conversation with Lexie, Laurie and Krystal and how they’d all had to unfuck a man and they’d done it (partially) by, well, fucking him.

Tonight, Chace had what was fucking him up come back up.

So…

Frak!

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You sure?”

He was reading me even in the dark.

“Yes,” I repeated quietly. My hands moved up the bare skin of his back, liking the feel but attempting to communicate I was sure.

“Faye, baby –”

He needed to get a move on. If this was going to happen, it was him who had to start it. I’d proven I could follow. I sure as heck couldn’t lead.

In order to facilitate this, I demanded quietly, “Kiss me, Chace.”

“Fuck,” he growled and my hand slid into his hair.

Seriously, his hair felt
great.

This gave me courage so I lifted my lips to his and whispered, “Kiss me, honey.”

He slanted his head and kissed me.

Then, about a second later, he proved me correct.

I was great at following.

His kiss was not wild and abandoned. It was soft, sweet but still deep. He was starting slowly and I went with him, my hands moving on his skin, retracing their path from earlier, memorizing the feel of him, loving every inch.

His hands moved on me too, down my sides, a light touch that was still somehow firm and definitely warm. Or, at least, it warmed me.

As his hands moved up after going down, his mouth slid to my ear and he whispered, “What’re you wearin’, baby?”

“I, uh… came prepared,” I whispered back, felt him smile against my neck then his tongue ran the length of it as his hands slid back down the silk of my nightie.

I shivered.

Chace’s mouth came back to mine.

More slow, sweet kisses. More lazy, unhurried stroking. Then his mouth moved back to the side of my neck, worked there and I liked that. God, it felt beautiful. It moved to my throat, down and his tongue dipped into the dent at the middle of my collarbone. Something about that felt so sweet but so decadent, it quivered through me and I shifted restlessly under him.

Slowly, his mouth moved back up my neck as his hand moved to span my ribs.

When his lips hit mine, he asked quietly, “More?”

“Yeah,” I answered quietly back.

His hand moved up and cupped my breast.

My mouth moved before I told it to and this was to murmur, “Oh yeah.”

His thumb slid over my nipple.

My hands stopped drifting and my arms closed around him.

His mouth took mine in another kiss, not as slow, not as lazy, more heated, more demanding.

I gave. My tongue moving against his as Chace’s hand slid down, under the hem of my nightie and up. Then it was skin against skin, cupping my breast, his thumb doing a swipe.

God, even more beautiful. Perfect. My back arched slightly to press into his hand, he growled into my mouth and the kiss got even more heated and demanding.

I kept giving, my hands moving on him again, faster, covering more ground, one moved down over his behind.

Chace’s thumb stopped swiping, his finger met his thumb and he rolled.

Oh God, that felt
great.
So fraking great, my hand clenched his behind, I tore my mouth from his, shoved my face in his throat and whimpered.

Chace’s voice was thick, hoarse when he asked, “More?”

“Yes,” I breathed then, “You.”

“What?”

“What do I do for you?”

I felt his neck bend and in my ear he asked, “You trust me?”

“Absolutely,” I whispered my answer instantly.

“Christ, baby,” he whispered back then, “Follow me.”

I didn’t know what he meant until his hand moved out of my nightie. It found my arm, pulled it from around him, slid down and took my hand. Then he moved my hand to his side, in, over his ribs, across the ridges of his belly and down.

I held my breath.

Chace felt it and I knew this when he murmured, “Breathe, baby.”

I breathed.

He slid my hand down, down, down and in. I felt the crisp hair. I turned my head, pressed my lips to his neck then he took my hand down and his fingers wrapped mine around his hard cock.

Oh God, I liked that.

Holy frak, I
liked
that.

That was mine. That was for me. And it felt
awesome
.

I touched my tongue to his neck and my hand instinctively squeezed.

In return, his teeth nipped the skin of mine and he growled, “Want your mouth.”

I turned my head and gave it to him.

He took it. His hand on mine stroked down, then up and down again. My thumb slid in a circle around the silky tip.

So silky, vaguely I wondered how something so hard could feel like satin.

It didn’t matter because it was beautiful and it was hot. God, so
hot
. Amazing. Touching him was almost better than him touching me (almost).

At my touch, Chace groaned into my mouth.

Hotter!

“Chace,” I whispered against his lips, my body pressing upwards, my legs moving restlessly. His hand pulled mine gently away from his cock, up over his belly and around his back while his lips went to my ear.

“Faye, baby, right now, I’m gonna taste you. This means my mouth is gonna work between your legs. You’re gonna come in my mouth, honey, then I’m gonna take you. You ready for more?”

Oh heck yes.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Cute, hot, fuck,” he whispered back. Then he did as he said, moving down, not fast, not slow, his mouth on me, his hands on me, pulling my nightie up under my breasts, tugging down my panties, he slid off to the side.

His lips made it to my belly where he kissed me then he pulled my panties down my legs. I lifted my knees to assist, he yanked them free of my ankles then they were gone.

He positioned, his hands on the insides of my knees, putting mild pressure there as he urged gently, “Open for me.”

Hesitantly, hot, bothered, excited, restless but also a little scared, I did as he asked.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

I felt his lips on the inside of my knee where his hand was then they moved down the inside of my thigh, down, down. I tensed. I braced, my legs started trembling as his lips made their journey.

Then he was there.

God.

Oh God.

God, God,
God.

That was… it was…

Indescribable
.

My fingers curled into the sheets, my feet went into the bed and my hips moved with his mouth.

One of his hands moved under me, cupping my behind, helping me, pulling me up as the fingertips of his other hand slid feather light on the inside of my thigh.

Okay, this was better than his finger (maybe). This was fan-fraking-
tastic.

Tremors chased themselves down my legs, my belly dropped, my breasts swelled, my fingers clenched the sheets and then it happened.

“Honey,” I whimpered, my back arched, my neck arched, it rushed over me, tore through me and I came.

Really, fraking
hard.

Still coming, vaguely, I felt his lips brush my belly. I felt his hands close my legs. Then he was gone.

I was swimming out of it when he was back, his hands back at my knees, pressing and he didn’t have to urge me this time. They opened for him as my eyes fluttered open and I saw his shadow on his knees between my legs.

One of his hands was at my knee, drifting down the top of my thigh, his other hand was doing something and before I got myself together, he fell forward between my legs into his hand at my side. Then he dropped down to a forearm and I had his weight.

I liked this too.

No, loved it.

He felt fantastic.

His head came down, his lips to my neck and he whispered, “You good?”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered back and felt another smile.

Then he said softly, “I’ll go slow, baby. No matter what, no matter that we’re here, you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”

I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted.

Regardless, since he seemed to be waiting for answer, I said, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he said against my neck then I knew what he was talking about because I felt him guide the tip of his cock against me.

He hesitated for just a moment.

And I got it. I understood.

And he was going to get it.

And he was going to get it because it was his.

I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I urged, “Take it.”

Under my hands it occurred to me that his body felt weirdly like it was straining.

“Take it,” I repeated softly.

I felt the tip nudge inside.

“I’ll go slow,” he replied, his voice so low it was like a groan and he eased out then he eased just the tip back in.

“Come inside, Chace,” I whispered.

“You’re so tight, baby, don’t wanna hurt you.”

My arms grew tight, my thighs pressed into his hips and I told him the truth.

“Honey, come inside, take it, it’s yours.”

“Faye –”

“Now.”

“Baby –”

“Please.”

His hand moved from between us up my belly and around, to become an arm around my waist and he slid in a little deeper.

Okay, oh God, that felt good.

His lips moved up my neck and his cock slid even deeper.

Okay, right, wow, that felt better.

His tongue moved down my neck and he slid in deeper.

Oh God, all right, even better.

He slid in deeper and then he, again, stopped and eased back out.

Wow, wow, fabulous.

“Chace,” I whispered, my hands drifting over the skin of his back. “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No, baby.” His voice was low, hoarse, beyond thick, sounding pained.

“Come inside,” I breathed in his ear. “Take me, honey, I’m yours.”

That did it.

He surged up, his mouth came to mine as my body settled and I felt him inside, all the way, full of him, connected to Chace. Finally.

Beautifully.

Me full of Chace, the best feeling in the whole fraking world.

“Fuck, baby, I gotta move,” he groaned.

“Move,” I encouraged and he moved, his thrusts controlled, fluid, rhythmic and very, very nice.

Oh God, why hadn’t I been doing this for longer?

As he moved, his thrusts going faster, still controlled, his arm moved from around my waist, in over my belly and down and I felt his thumb right where I didn’t know it needed to be until it was there.

Oh God, seriously, I’d been
missing out.

My mouth opened under his as my hips surged up.

“Wrap your legs around me, Faye, hold on tight,” Chace ordered, I wrapped my legs around his hips and his thumb pressed deeper and circled.

Holy frak.

“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth.

His tongue slid into mine.

He moved. He pressed. He circled. His tongue matched his thrusts. My skin tingled. Tremors shot through my system. My blood, already fired, went molten. I kissed Chace back and my hand slid down to cup his behind and urge him to give me more.

He gave me more, faster, harder, oh yes, amazing.

Chace tore his mouth from mine, buried his face in my neck and I heard both of our heavy breaths as he groaned into my skin, “Jesus, fuck, so sleek, so tight, fuckin’,
fuckin’
beautiful.”

“Honey,” I breathed, the word hitched in the middle because his thrusts had increased in power and were jolting my body. My hand not at his behind slid up his spine, into his hair and fisted in an effort to hold on.

I gave another hitched breath, this one for a different reason and I continued to receive Chace’s thrusts but his forearm went out of the bed so I also took his weight. His hand went to mine at his behind, his fingers curling around my wrist, he pulled it away, up, slid his hand into mine, laced our fingers then, still thrusting, he planted his forearm back into the bed but holding my hand.