He nuzzled my neck and drew in a slow, indulgent inhale. “Have you noticed that we fit together perfectly?”
I pressed back against the pillow and sank my fingers into his silky hair, tugging gently. He hummed quietly in response, a smile breaking out against the skin over my clavicle.
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. “Almost like it’s a sign.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a sign.”
Chase clasped my hands in his and guided them over my head. Strong fingers handcuffed my wrists, pinning my hands to the mattress. I wriggled against his grip in mock resistance, but he didn’t give an inch.
“Red?” He eyed me, expression playful.
“Green.”
He leaned closer, and our lips came together again in a brief, chaste kiss.
“Bright green,” I added, lifting up an inch and kissing him again. “Or dark green. Whatever the greenest green is.”
Chase huffed a low, husky laugh, but then he furrowed his brow, his expression going serious. Shifting his weight, he dropped his chin and let out a cross between a growl and a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. At all.” He shook his head and peered up at me, flashing me an utterly devastating smile. “Just have some conflicting feelings.”
“Why?”
Chase pulled my hand up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “Because on the one hand, I want to take my time with you.” He grinned, sinking the softest of bites into my index finger. “But I also want to bend you over and fuck you into the mattress.”
I could see his dilemma—both of those options sounded highly appealing. Part of me wanted him to go slow, to be loving and gentle. The other part wanted to be claimed, taken, his.
“I vote both.”
“Yeah?” His eyes danced.
“Yeah.” My voice turned breathy. “Definitely both.”
“We do have all night.”
He captured my mouth with his, then drew in a ragged breath and fisted my hair at my nape and tugged. I let out a whimper, and a fireworks display of desire went off in my body in response. His tongue swept deeper into my mouth, working with an intentional precision that reminded me of all the other things his mouth could do.
His other hand traveled past my waistband but came to a stop at my stomach. The flutter between my legs intensified, growing into a delicious, agonizing throb. Heat flooded my veins, and my skin grew feverish despite the cool air of the room.
Chase’s eyes turned midnight dark as I dragged my fingers down the stacked muscle of his torso. I continued my travels until I reached beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Pulling his hand from my stomach, he helped me work them down his hips. I grabbed the hard length of him, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat.
He returned the favor by sliding his fingers against my slick entrance. I drew in a soft gasp, a shimmering veil of pleasure falling over me. He slid one finger inside me, then another, and stroked me in a slow, tortuously divine pattern. Whimpering, I tightened my grip on him, causing him to utter another feral sound in response.
It quickly turned into a game of who could tease the other person most, and he was winning.
A shiver ran through my body, causing my legs to tremble. “You’re such a tease.” His touch had me so intoxicated, my words left me with a slur.
“I know,” he said, voice husky. “I love teasing you. But right now, I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I sobbed. My hips swayed against his hand as another needy sound escaped me. “Please. I need you.”
“I love you.” He dipped his head and placed a kiss on the hollow of my throat. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you.”
We collided again, lips searing together, breathing the same air. My body buzzed with anticipation. I was desperate for his skin against mine, the feeling of him inside me, the way he sounded when he said my name when he was on the brink.
When he pressed into me, we both drew in a breath. A paradoxical mix of relief and longing coursed through me at the sensation being of filled by him. He came to a halt, and I shifted beneath him impatiently, encouraging him to move.
Chase pressed his temple to mine, his inhalations and exhalations shallow. “Give me a sec,” he said, laughing a little. “I was already way too fucking turned on going into this.”
I smoothed my hands up and down his shoulders, giving him time to compose himself. After a few seconds, he pulled out partway and thrust back into me, nudging the perfect spot only he’d ever found. A strong dose of pleasure shut my brain down completely. All that existed was this moment. His body in mine, us together.
The pressure in my core started to build immediately, turning everything a little hazy. I matched his movements, the two of us falling into a perfect rhythm.
“I could do this all day.” Chase rocked against me again, deeper, pulling a soft moan from my lips. “Especially when you make sounds like that.”
With his next thrust, pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and sank my teeth into my bottom lip, giving in to the sensation. He stilled again, and I forced my lids to flutter open, finding him studying my face, dark brown eyes serious.
“Are you mine, James?”
My chest tightened, and the deluge of feelings that hit me had nothing to do with sex.
“Completely,” I said. “Are you mine?” I cupped his square jaw.
He leaned against my hand, his expression softening, the tenderness only I got to see shining in his eyes. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
“You’re going to be stuck with me for a long time, then.”
I let out a gasp as he flexed his hips, sending off another surge of pleasure.
“That’s the idea.” His voice was strained.
Chase moved one hand beneath my thigh, lifting me off the bed slightly. The angle made everything intensify a thousandfold. He hit the right spot again, making my back arch and my lungs take in a sharp, involuntary breath. With each rolling thrust, I drew closer and closer to oblivion.
I whimpered, scrambling to pull him tighter against me. “I’m so close.”
“Fuck.” Chase growled. “Me too.”
Reaching up, he slid a hand to the side of my neck. He ducked his head, grazing my ear with his lips, his warm breath fanning my skin. “Be good and come for me first.”
His words alone nearly sent me over the edge. I tensed around him, digging my nails into his back as he thrust again, causing everything but him and the way he worked himself over me to fade. He moved against me relentlessly, over and over, until I was a babbling, squirming mess.
The sensations became too much, too intense, too pleasurable. A string of words left my lips that might have been a prayer or plea, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that if he stopped, I’d die. It made no sense, but I knew it with a certainty.
“Chase.”
Just as the world around us exploded, I looked up and locked eyes with him.
He slammed against me, his body shaking in release before falling still. With a groan, he collapsed, draping his heavy body on top of mine. His heartbeat hammered against his ribcage so hard I could feel it against my own.
“You’re too hot.” Chase buried his face in my hair spread out on the pillow. “That should have lasted way longer.”