“Do I get to have you shirtless then too?” He pulled up on the edge of my layered tanks.
“I suppose it’s only fair.” I pulled both tanks off in one motion. Before I could contemplate taking off my bra, he had it unclasped and tossed to the edge of the bed with our shirts.
“I missed these.” He cupped my breasts in his hands.
“You mean my nice tits.”
He laughed. “I did not use those words.”
“Oh yeah?” I ran my hand down his chest. “Then what words did you use?”
“I may have said something about perfect.”
“Perfect? My breasts aren’t perfect.”
“Yes, they are.” He lowered his mouth to one.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue gliding across my nipple.
“The perfect size—not too big, not too small.” He squeezed both breasts. “The right shape, and they fit perfectly in my hands and mouth.” He lightly nipped my other nipple with his teeth. “What isn’t perfect about them?”
I was so turned on it wasn’t funny. So much for not having sex. I reached down and undid his belt. He was sliding my skirt down my hips before I got to his button.
He hesitated with my panties, standing up to kick off his pants and boxer briefs before sliding my pink polka dot underwear off.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me in my underwear tonight.”
“That makes me very happy.” He sat down next to me, letting his eyes rake over me. “And finally seeing you in more light makes me happy.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Oh yeah? Still think I’m hot now that you’re sober?”
“No.” I grabbed him. “I think you’re sexy.”
“We’re supposed to be talking, aren’t we?” His voice was husky.
“Let’s promise to talk after.”
“All night.” He moved his hand between my legs.
I closed my eyes again, hesitantly opening up to his fingers.
“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.
“Kind of.”
“Why?” His fingers stilled. “You do want this.” It was a statement and not a question.
“It’s different doing this now. We’re sober, the lights are on.”
“And the lights are staying on.” He lifted me up slightly so he could pull down the comforter. “And we’re doing it on the sheets but not under them. I was robbed of watching you and your reactions last time. I get them this time.”
“Okay.” My confidence slowly returned as he stretched out next to me on the cool sheets.
“You’re so unbelievably beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.” His voice was so strong, so clear. It was as though he really believed his words.
“Thank you.”
“And I promise this isn’t the last you’re going to see of me, Cara. Run all you want, I’ll keep finding you.”
“I’m not running. I gave you my phone number, didn’t I?”
“That you did.” He moved between my thighs.
I gazed up at him, waiting as he opened the wrapper of a condom. My whole body buzzed with anticipation.
“The look you’re giving me is the sexiest look I’ve ever seen.” With that, he thrust into me.
I gasped, getting used to the feel of him inside me again. He kept his eyes fixed on mine as he moved. He started slow, only moving in part way. I whimpered, feeling amazing but needing more. I grabbed on to his back and he thrust harder, filling me with the entire length of him.
I moaned, trying to bite back the scream that wanted to come out. We weren’t home alone. I needed to stay quiet. His lips attacked my neck, and I closed my eyes, giving him better access.
“Chase.”
“Yes, Cara?”
I opened my eyes to see him staring into mine again. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”
He laughed. “I’m not planning on stopping yet.”
I closed my eyes again, letting him move and fill me. I thought the first night was good, but without the effects of alcohol dulling the experience, the second was even better. He pushed me over the edge, and my whole body tingled when he reached his release moments later.