Chase lifted a single eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?"
"Definitely. I mean, he's probably really tired."
The hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "How about you?"
I shook my head. "I'm not tired." I glanced toward the master bedroom. "But I wouldn’t mind hitting the bedroom just the same."
Now that was a massive understatement. Or was it? I mean, I wasn't terribly picky about the location, just as long as I had Chase all to myself.
In front of me, he looked almost ready to laugh. "You wouldn't mind, huh?"
Deliberately, I jerked my chin upward. "Well, maybe I'm playing hard to get."
He grinned. "I'll show you hard to get."
And with that, he swooped me up into his arms almost exactly like he'd done that very first time, up in the hayloft. But this time, instead of heading toward a pile of straw, he headed straight to his bedroom, carrying me and the bear along with him.
When he reached his king-size bed, he tossed both of us – me and the bear – straight into the center. I fell in a laughing heap, giddy with love and anticipation.
But then, my laughter faded to a warm, happy glow as I gazed up at the guy I loved.
He was doing it again – looking at me like I was the only girl in the world. I loved when he did that.
I crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.
His gaze shifted to the bear. "Are you sure he's gonna want to see this."
I giggled. "Wait, how do you it's a he." I gave Chase the squinty-eye. "Come to think of it, how do I know you're a he."
With cool deliberation, he shoved off his shoes. And then, he moved onto the bed and prowled closer, like a predator stalking his prey. In a voice laced with sin, he said, "If you play your cards right, I'll prove it."
Oh, boy. He really did have an amazing voice.
Already, I could feel myself growing warm and ready with anticipation. Or was it longing?
In the end, I decided it was both, because suddenly, I couldn't wait a moment longer.
And from the look in Chase's eyes, I wasn't the only one.
I was wearing a white sleeveless top and a long country skirt, while Chase was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. These weren't a lot of clothes, and yet, they suddenly seemed far too many.
With growing eagerness, I reached for the hem of his shirt even as he reached for mine. And then, as if both of us couldn’t wait another moment, we were tugging off each other's clothing in a desperate bid to be naked with the person we loved.
It seemed like an eternity, but suddenly, all at once, there we were, naked, upright on our knees, facing one another on Chase's nice and roomy bed.
My hands were on his hips, and his hands were on my shoulders as our gazes locked and held.
I wanted him.
And yet, I couldn't help but stop and appreciate the splendor of his naked form.
My gaze drifted from his face, down his sculpted chest, past his well-defined abs, and lower still, until I stopped at the sight of his massive erection.
Oh, man.
He was one heck of a guy, alright.
And me? I was just as ready as he was. Already, my insides were slick and eager with longing. Oh, yeah. I wanted him. Bad.
When I returned my gaze to his eyes, my breath caught at the look of pure, unbridled love that I saw staring back at me.
Without breaking eye-contact, he slid his hands up from my shoulders and over the sides of my neck, until he held the sides of my face in both of his hands. With more tenderness than I'd ever heard, he said, "Mina, I love you."
Oh, man, I loved the way that sounded. "I love you, too."
Almost in a trance, I moved forward, and so did he. Our lips met in a ragged kiss, filled with all of the longing that we'd been holding back for hours, days, maybe a lifetime.
We were still kissing when we tumbled sideways onto the bed, with our hands exploring, our tongues intertwining, and our hearts racing as we took all of the time we needed to get reacquainted with each other's bodies.
He was warm and hard, just the way I remembered, and I loved the feel of his hands on my back, in my hair, over my shoulders, on my ass, and everywhere in-between.
When he reached between us and stroked my clit, I thought I was going to climax right then and there. But more than anything, I wanted him inside me.
Beyond eager now, I rolled over on top of him and sat up to straddle his hips.
I paused for a long, dreamlike moment to gaze down at him – the guy I loved, the guy I'd been longing for, the guy I'd been missing so very much over the past few days.
As Chase gazed up at me, he whispered, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
His words warmed my heart. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you." I smiled. "And you know what?"
"What?"
"This." I reached down to guide his erection to my slick opening. And then, slowly, deliberately, I lowered my hips, loving the sound of satisfaction that drifted from Chase as I took more and more of him inside me.
My eyelids fluttered shut at the sheer size of him, filling me so deep that I thought I might have to stop. But I couldn’t. I didn't want to. I wanted all of him inside me, now.
When our hips finally met, I gave a sigh of pure bliss, and took a long moment to savor the fullness, the closeness, and sweetness of something more wonderful than I'd ever known.
I leaned down and once again pressed my lips to his, kissing him with all of the hunger I'd been storing for who-knows-how long, even as our hips moved, and our hands wandered.
It was like both of us couldn’t seem to get enough.
