“Thank god for that.” I picked up my phone and checked the time. My heart sank. “It’s nine thirty, and you probably have to be up early tomorrow. Can you stay for a little longer?”
“I can give it another hour or so, but I should go move my truck first.”
“Why?”
Chase laughed, standing and making his way to the door. “I’m parked the way you sleep. Diagonally.”
“When you get back…” I said. “Can we pick up where we left off?” Thin walls be damned. I could turn on music or something. Or they could leave. I really didn’t care.
He stopped and glanced back at me, a smile playing on his lips. “Count on it, baby.”
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CHAPTER 38
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MISSED THIS
Chase
It took some serious effort to park properly the second time around. I was so distracted that I had to reverse and straighten out my truck three times to get within the lines—laughable for someone whose livelihood literally depended on good aim and depth perception. But there was a decent chance I would stay longer than the hour I’d promised, so I took the time to get it right so I wouldn’t get ticketed or towed.
Bolting back inside, I ignored Jillian and Amelia’s poisonous glares and resisted the urge to flip them off. I’d consider it award-winning self-restraint and serious personal growth on my part.
When I walked into her room, Bailey was sitting cross-legged on her white comforter, long blond hair hanging in a curtain as she glanced at her phone. And my desire went into overdrive.
“Hey, beautiful.” I shut the door to her bedroom behind me, quickly securing the lock and double-checking it for good measure.
She looked up from the screen and locked it, setting it aside on the nightstand. “Hi.” Her lips curved into a small smile as her doe eyes raked over my body, expression a mixture of affection and lust.
Fuck.
“Just so you know,” I said, sitting on the bed beside her, “your roommates are downstairs watching TV with the volume turned up excessively high.”
Bailey smirked. “Probably trying to prove they aren’t listening.”
“Probably. But they’re protesting a little too much for me to buy it.” My gaze traveled around the room, scanning methodically. “Either way, got a speaker? We can throw on some music to muffle your screams.”
Her eyes widened and she lowered her voice. “You’re teasing me, right? I don’t scream in bed…do I?” A pink flush crept across her cheeks.
I grinned, because she was adorable and, well, she kinda did. “You’ve come pretty close.” I rubbed a hand over my cheek, thinking. “I feel like there’s a good dirty joke in there somewhere. But there isn’t enough blood going to my brain right now to connect those dots.”
Bailey shook her head and huffed a cute, bashful laugh. She swiped at the iPad beside her and put on a random Spotify station without looking twice. Music poured out of a purple wireless speaker on her desk beside the bed. The volume was just high enough to create some background noise and afford us a little more privacy.
Music would only help so much, though—all teasing aside, she was pretty loud sometimes. But worst case, I could kiss her to muffle some of her cries. And my lips on hers put her over the edge when she was close to coming, which was both flattering and hot as hell.
Our eyes locked, and the energy shifted, the air turning heavy with anticipation. With a hand behind her neck, I pulled her closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut as our lips came together, our mouths exploring.
Shifting, I eased her onto her back beneath me and settled between her legs. I grabbed her hands and threaded her fingers in mine, pinning them to the bed. She let out a soft sigh, squeezing my hands and kissing me back more deeply.
A rush ran through my body, but it was more than physical. Every time we fooled around, I fell a little harder. Sex with her was next-level. All the casual hookups and one-night stands could never have prepared me for it.
I broke away from the kiss, catching her eye. “Hey, James? I’ll stay over.” I pulled one hand free and traced a finger along the side of her neck, down between her breasts over her soft knit sweater.
Her gold-flecked eyes studied me, watchful, blond hair spread out across the pillow beneath her.
“I’ll set my alarm and make sure I’m up in time tomorrow morning.”
Bailey’s brow knit together. “But you don’t have any of your stuff.”
“I can get up early and swing by home first,” I said. “If we’re going to have sex, it feels wrong for me to leave after.” Wrong was an understatement. I would feel like an asshole. I’d almost rather not fool around at all than do that to her.
“I kind of thought so too. But I didn’t want to seem needy.”
There was a tug in my stomach at hearing her say that.
I held her gaze. “I want you to ask for the things you need. Or, you know, demand them.” I shrugged. “Because that would be pretty hot.” I didn’t mind the idea of a little role reversal with her bossing me around once in a while.
She pulled her lush bottom lip between her teeth for a beat and released it. “Well, I would like it if you stayed.”
“Done.” I glanced down at the mattress beneath us, which was significantly smaller than mine. For two tall people, it would be a tight squeeze. “Though your bed is pretty small, so I guess we’ll be spooning all night.”
And by spooning, I meant she was guaranteed to wake up with me pressing up against her perfect round ass. But that happened at my place anyway.
“That’s okay. I like spooning.”
“So do I,” I admitted. And I never thought I would be saying that.
I grabbed the hem of my black T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then hovered over her again. Her eyelids grew heavy as her soft hands slid along my torso, fingers gripping the muscles. I hung my head and let out a groan, savoring the feeling of her touch. Four days felt like four years.
“Picking up where we left off,” I said, glancing back up at her, “I think I was telling you how much I missed you.”
“Yeah?” Bailey’s lips tugged into a smile. “Keep talking.”
“I missed this.” Ducking my head, I nipped at the top of her neck below her jawline, alternating with soft kisses as I moved down the span of perfect, smooth skin.
She let out a hum, running her palms down my back.
“And this,” I murmured, inhaling against her skin and savoring the vanilla spice of her perfume combined with a scent that was uniquely her. A massive surge of desire hit me, waging war between my need to take her immediately and the desire to take my time. But tonight she needed slow, and I was more than happy to comply.
I bracketed her jaw with my hand, angling her head so her eyes met mine. “Definitely this.” I brought my lips down against hers, pushing into her mouth.
Bailey sighed, dragging her hands up to grip my shoulders and sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. I could kiss her all day, taking my time touching her and tasting her. In theory. With the current situation, I’d probably need some release eventually because I was wound pretty tightly after being apart.
Still kissing, still holding her face, I reached under her sweater with my other hand, caressing her ribcage to find nothing but a thin tank top over a span of uninterrupted skin—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck. So hot.