Chase (Resisting Love #1)(17)

“Let’s go home, Layla,” he says hoarsely.

We get home and I’m following him into his room, seduction on my mind. I start kissing him, removing his shirt. “Layla, I want to, so f*cking bad, but not yet,” he pleads. I wonder how long his determination can hold out. I start kissing him again, tasting him. I rub my hand over his arousal, and he growls, stepping away from me.

“Layla, f*ck! I want you so bad, it almost hurts. But you’re not ready,” he says, his voice full of need, and also a little regret.

“Don’t assume you know what I’m ready for, Chase!” I hiss, getting angry.

“Look Layla, I’ve never done this before. Gotten to know a woman before jumping into bed with her. Just bear with me, please. It will be worth it in the end, I promise you,” he begs.

“Fine,” I relent.

“I’ll make you feel so f*cking good Layla. You are going to be so worth the wait. It’s f*cking torture, but it’s what I need, okay?”

I nod slowly in agreement. We kiss goodnight and I leave his room, glancing at him one last time, before I close the door. He is raking his hands through his thick black hair, pulling at the strands at the end. I sigh. It’s a little hard being the only girl he won’t sleep with, even with his reasoning. I jump in my bed and force myself to go to sleep.

The next morning, after another night in my own bed, (Even though Chase ended up sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night again), I wake up before Chase and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Chase wakes up about twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but a low slung pair of pajama pants. He is seriously hot.

“Mmmmm, smells good Layla,” he says, burying his face in my hair.

“It’s ready,” I tell him, putting the stove off.

Chase scoops me up in his arms and carries me to sit at the table. “You sit here,” He mumbles, heading back to the kitchen and pulling out two plates. He serves for both of us and even pours me a juice. We eat our meal together, touching each other at every opportunity.

Kade walks in while I’m loading the dishwasher, wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. Chase stares at him thoughtfully. “Nice of you to wear clothes around the house now that Layla is here,” he tells his brother. I almost drop my plate.

Kade clears his throat. “Well, I’m going for a run.” And he walks out, giving me a parting grin.

“What was that about,” Chase asks suspiciously.

“Nothing,” I say quickly. A little too quickly.

“Layla,” he growls, his body comes in closer, hands tightening on my waist in silent warning.

“Fine, but it was nothing, so don’t over react!”

Okay, well, maybe it was something. I did see Kade’s penis.

“Layla!” He almost shouts.

“There might have been a naked incident, or two,” I say, trying to play it off.

I watch as Chase clenches his jaw, almost grinding his teeth.

“You saw him naked?” he says slowly. I shrug nonchalantly. “I’m going to kill him,” he hisses.

I leave out the part of Kade seeing me half naked, because I’m smart like that.

Chase goes into his room and comes out in his running gear. “Going for a run, I’ll be back,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead. Hmm, I can just imagine who he is going to run into. I sigh. Men.

An hour later, Kade and Chase both walk in together, covered in mud. They must have got into it. Or rolled into it. I burst out laughing. They both give me matching scowls, and I laugh harder. That is, until Chase grabs me and pulls me into a mud filled hug.

“Chase!” I scream.





Chapter Nine


Chase and I were sitting on the deck. I was drinking a margarita and painting my toe nails a bright fire engine red, and Chase was sipping on a beer and making calls, on and off, to work.

“You could actually just go into work you know. Like everyone else has to...” I teased.

“I could, but then I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying the view, would I?” He gestures towards my short white summer dress.

I stick my tongue out at him. He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby.”

I slowly stick my tongue out once again, but this time I lick my lower lip. Chase slams his drink down and looks like he’s about to pounce on me, when his phone rings He glances and it and then growls.

“Fuck, I gotta take this. Don’t move a muscle babe,” he orders, getting up and heading into the house.

After about ten minutes, he walks back out, looking playful as ever. He picks me up and swings me around.

“Let’s go to the beach beautiful. I think seeing you in a bikini would make my day.” He kisses me on the temple and I hurry inside to get changed.

I pick my red string bikini; it’s my favorite because it compliments my olive skin tone. I put a dress over it, and pack my necessities. It takes us thirty minutes to get there. The beach is completely packed out, and we sit towards the back, away from too much of the commotion. I flop my bag down and take off my dress. The heat in Chase’s eyes makes me feel so sexy, so wanted. He rubs sunscreen all over me from head to toe. He looks amazing only wearing his board shorts. I can see a lot off female eyes on him.

“Chase, I think you should put your shirt on before you become a tourist attraction.” I tease.