Beautifully Awake

“I need to check on my piece.” He dropped to a crouch and lifted my leg over his shoulder. “Oh baby, you’re still a little red.” He gently opened me, peeking inside.

Good lord, is he freaking kidding me? “All I need is for you to shine your pen light.” He arched his brow and grinned, like he was considering it. “Don’t you dare.” His grin got bigger, but his eyes softened.

“I know you’re sore, let me take care of you.” He placed a wet kiss on each of my inner thighs and stood, dropping his pants. Holy Commando. He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and pulled me in. My back softened into his warm wet chest. His arms banded around my middle, snaking up to knead my breasts. My head fell back to rest on his shoulder. I moaned into the steamy stream of water. His hardening erection pushed into my butt, increasing my already heightened arousal. He licked drops of water from my neck, spending extra time to suck and nip his way up to my ear. Mmm, Dr. Affectionate.

“Do you know how sexy you are, Blue?”

“Um. Do you know how sexy you are?”

His growl sent a shiver up my spine. He slid a slippery hand down my stomach and ended between my legs, circling the rim of my opening with exquisite gentleness.

“I want this so bad, but easy first, baby ... no way I’ll ever tire of hearing you moan my name.” He created a rhythm of constant pleasure. My hips pulsed to the beat until I arched my back into his miracle fingers.

I checked all my inhibitions at the door last night, breathlessly moaning, “Yes, oh Chase, don’t stop.” Then without warning, I exploded repeatedly, pivoting my hips. Panting, I pressed my palm against the shower wall for support while I returned from pure bliss again. He languidly dragged his hands up along my sides, stopping to push my damp hair over my shoulder. His soft wet lips kissed along the top of my collarbone before nuzzling into my neck.

“That’s four. I’ll surprise you for five, but number six, I’m back inside.” He groaned, spinning me around to devour my mouth. I leaned into his chest and hung on. I could spend my life kissing this man and never be satisfied. He swatted my ass and broke our kiss.

“Chase.” I bit my lower lip and ran my hands over his slippery chest. Hmm … sexy and wet and the promise of later ... mmm.

“You’re addicting, baby. If I don’t stop kissing you we’ll never get anywhere. Come on, turn around and let me wash you.” He grabbed my poof and soaped my body. Touching, caressing, massaging every inch.

“Mmm, I’ve never been so clean.” I seductively batted my eyelashes and licked my lips.

“You’re teasing me and my self control is running out,” he joked.

Feeling possessed and more wanton, I whispered, “Um. Last time I checked, only my vagina was on the injured reserved list. My mouth-” He cut me off before I could finish what would have been the boldest sentence of my life. He tangled his hands in my wet hair, and his lust-filled eyes locked only inches from mine.

“Don’t even, that pretty little mouth is going to be my reward.”

“Reward?” I blushed.

“Double digits, baby.” He mischievously raised his brow and kissed the tip of my nose. “Damn. The thought of those lips around my cock. I was determined before ... now I’m a man on a mission.”

OMG.

“Are you really not going to let me, you know, until-” My flush deepened.

“Double digits. Then you get whatever you want. Trust me. Pretty sure this is a win-win.” His devilish grin was sexier than sin. How could I argue with a man on a mission?

“Now, I have a surprise and I really want to get us there ... so stop eying my junk, sweetness. Not gonna happen.”

It was hard to explain exactly what I felt when he looked at me like that. The only thing that came to mind was lucky. Like drawing the last get out of jail free card after passing go and collecting two hundred, only to find out I inherited boardwalk and park place with hotels. Insanely over-the-top lucky. I hoped to enjoy whatever this was between us, at least as long as one of those damn games lasted.

“Get us there? Ooo, tell me?”

“Nope, a surprise is a surprise.” He grabbed the shampoo and lathered my hair. All business. My scalp got the same heavenly pampering as my body. I wasn’t complaining, more like melting.

“Rinse, Lil.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed me affectionately.

“I want to wash you.”

“Next time, baby, time to pack.” He pushed me out of the door.

“Pack?” I questioned, while stepping out of the shower to grab a towel. Where was he taking me?

9 Surgeon and details

Packed for something, I plopped down in the front seat of his sleek convertible. I sunk back and ogled his car. It was immaculate and almost as beautiful as him. Clean crisp lines, bronze infused leather, hard wood and stainless steel accents screamed all things Chase. I had a gut feeling this car was expensive. Like, really expensive. Maybe the change in medical reimbursement didn’t hit neurosurgeons yet. A hard-working man like Chase deserved his toy.

Smiling, I removed my sunglasses from my hair and covered my eyes. I admired the exquisite man next to me in his captivating car. This beautiful, cloudless summer day lent perfectly to a road trip with the top down. I must have been dreaming. I pinched my arm. Thank god it hurt.

“Ready?” He smiled.

“Ready, what about you? Don’t we need to go to your place and pack?” He had a clean shirt in his car, since last night’s found its way into my trash, but he was still wearing his dress pants. Commando, yet again.

“I’m good. I plan on being naked as much as possible.” He cockily grinned and rubbed his hand up my bare thigh, sending a jolt directly to my sex. He had a one-track mind. One that I was easily getting used to. “If we have to, we’ll shop a little.”

“Oh shit, I knew I forgot something. I’m supposed to meet Sierra later to go over baby shower stuff. It’s okay, I’m sure we can do it one night this week.” I fished through my bag looking for my phone.

“You sure, Blue? As much as I’m not in the mood to share, I’d rather your best friend not hate me. We didn’t exactly start out on the right foot last night.” He started the engine and hit the button for the top to come down. I silently jumped up and down in my seat.

“That’s sweet, Chase, but she’ll be fine.” After a play by play. I shot Sierra a quick text and folded my leg under my bottom. Chase rested his hand back on my bare thigh. “So I really have to wait, huh? Not even a little hint?”

“Sorry, baby.”

I slumped back into the leather and fake pouted. I had nothing to pout about. I gazed out the window thinking how quickly twelve hours could alter your life. My emotions were on a rollercoaster now, cruising somewhere along could-my-life get-any-freaking-better track. A course I was never privy to. I mentally beamed. Heck, it was my time to enjoy the ride. I weaved my fingers through his. He glanced in my direction and gave me a soft smile.

I playfully tickled his arm. “What do you want to listen to, Dr. Rock-n-Roll?”

“I’m good with whatever,” he deadpanned. Why’d he do that?

“You sure?” I flipped through the channels and landed on the Swedish House Mafia hit, “Don’t You Worry, Child.” I hummed for a moment. I loved that song. His hand abruptly left my thigh and gripped the steering wheel. His jaw tightened and his knuckles whitened as the volume of the lead singer’s voice escalated. The lump in my throat kept me from swallowing, and a swarm of bees took over my stomach. Dr. Intensity was back. “I liked the peaceful silence.” I turned it off. The trigger of his tension was obvious. I attempted to diffuse the looming intensity