Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 113072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
God. If boys only want one thing, it’s definitely that sound she just made. His next kiss is fierce. He finds her questing hand and guides it down to the front of his boxer briefs, where his cock has turned into an iron rod.
She strokes a hand over him. Then, without any hesitation, she slides her fingertips into his underwear and wraps a hand around his shaft.
He nearly shouts with joy. His body is basically an open flame at this point. He pushes himself up onto his elbows just to take in oxygen. “Can I unzip your dress?”
She answers the question by grabbing the fabric and pulling it up and off her body. No zipper required. Then she sheds her bra, and he can only stare. Except for a tiny pair of cotton panties, she’s spread out on the bed for him, all skin and curves. He doesn’t know what to kiss first, so he starts with her collarbones and works his way down from there.
Go slow, he reminds himself as she shivers under his touch. And he tries. He really does. But he can’t resist slipping a hand into her panties. And you’d think he’d never done this before, because the slick heat between her legs makes his balls tighten. When she spreads her knees and moans, he almost loses his mind.
After that, time becomes meaningless for a while. He loses himself in kissing Zoe and making her gasp. Somehow he loses his underwear, and so does she. Then there’s nothing between them at all, except the sounds Zoe’s making. Each one practically breaks him in half.
“Now, Chase,” she breathes against his lips.
His groin tightens at the urgency in her voice. “You sure?” He presses up on an elbow to look down into her flushed face.
She nods. “And I have an I-IUD,” she stammers. “So I never get my period in the middle of a competition.”
“Yeah, but…” He sits up and takes a fortifying gulp of air. Then he slides off the bed and finds his bag near the tent’s door. “We still need a condom. I’ll always be careful with you.”
Besides, he needs this break to get his head on straight. If that’s even possible. When he turns back to Zoe, she’s watching him with wide, curious eyes as he suits himself up. The candlelight flickers on her bare skin, and her long hair streams across the pillow like an angel’s.
He’ll never forget this night as long as he lives.
Zoe licks her lips. “Why are you still way over there?”
Good question. He goes back to lie down on the bed, beside her this time. He smooths her hair away from her face. Chase has never let himself get too caught up in anyone before. Too risky. And he’s supposed to leave her behind in three weeks? He almost can’t think about it.
So he climbs on top of her instead and kisses her neck.
Warm arms wrap around his back, and her knees rise up to grip his hips. There’s something electric about how strong she feels beneath him. They’re well matched in so many ways that he should really stop feeling surprised.
They kiss and kiss. He wants her so badly, but the anticipation feels necessary. Like he has to earn this right.
“God, Chase,” she pants as they grind hopelessly against each other.
Don’t overthink it, he tells himself. But it’s impossible not to. It’s her first time, and she chose him?
His body is screaming, though, which is why he finds the courage to lift her knee and fit himself against her. Then it’s as easy as breathing. They slip together like two halves of a whole.
Chase gasps like he’s just discovered oxygen, then comes nose to nose with Zoe, who’s watching him with a look of awe on her face.
“Hey,” he says, which ought to sound stupid. But somehow doesn’t.
“Hey,” she whispers with a smile.
“I love you.” The words just roll off his tongue.
“Oh, Chase. You know I love you, too, right?”
He does. But he can’t answer, because she tugs him down into a kiss that goes on and on. Then, finally, he lets himself move.
And neither one of them is too surprised when they are sweetly in sync now, too.
Chapter 32
Present Day
So this meeting you had with Chase,” Darcy says, eyeing me from the other end of her sofa during a commercial break in the hockey game we’re watching. “The two of you… alone? Why didn’t you call and give me the blow by blow?”
“Nobody came to blows, luckily. We were very civil. He even walked me home.”
“Still! I’m not sure you know how this friend thing works.” She picks up the bottle of wine I brought over and tops up both our glasses. “I expect a full report every time you and Chase are alone together.”
“I’m trying not to read too much into every little interaction we have,” I admit. “He seems a lot less angry with me now, which is a good thing. But every time we’re in the same room, I’m still a wreck.”