Chase (Resisting Love #1)(22)
“We’re sorry,” they all say simultaneously. I can’t help it when my lip twitches faintly.
“I’m sorry Layla, it was my fault. I was the one who brought her; I didn’t think anything of it. It was my bad judgment.” I sigh, and give Kade a huge hug.
“Okay, get your f*cking hands off her now,” Chase complains behind me. I giggle and let Kade go, taking the roses from him. I step to James and give him a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you, James,” I tell him sincerely. He gives me a wink back, and hands me the roses.
Arms full of white roses; I give Chase a cheeky grin. He shakes his head at me and takes my chin in his hands, lifting my face up for a scorching kiss.
“Don’t be mad, okay,” he demands.
“Okay,” I grin, satisfied.
I put all three bouquets in various vases and smile. I turn to all of them and say, “You guys all know I was over reacting, right?”
All three of them shake their heads at me.
Chapter Twelve
Three months pass and Chase and I are still inseparable. He’s been away on business once, for three days, which seriously sucked. He made Kade and James babysit me the entire time. I know he’s been trying to avoid going away as much as he can. From what James has mentioned, this is the most he’s been home. Ever. We still haven’t had sex. Although I can sense his control waning. I started my job at the salon, it’s a small business but the girls are nice enough, and I really enjoy myself when I’m there. Chase gets moody every time I work; he wants me to stay with him. Too bad for him.
“Why should you work when I have plenty of money? It makes no f*cking sense Layla!” he says. But it’s just something I need to do for myself; I am not going to take advantage of him, and I do genuinely like the work.
Tonight I’m on a mission. Mission seduce Chase. He won’t be able to resist me this time. Hopefully. Chase is out picking up dinner, and I’m getting dolled up. It’s Saturday night so Kade and James are out doing whatever it is they do. They left separately; they are both pretty secretive at times. I’m wearing a black teddy, with garters and thigh highs, black stiletto pumps, and my favorite red lipstick. My hair is down and curly, with lots of volume at the front. I’m wearing a satin red robe on the top to give me a semblance of modesty. I can hear his car pull into the driveway, and I run into his room, almost tripping over on the way. Very smooth Layla. I put on my ‘set the mood’ playlist on my iPod, and J Holiday’s ‘Bed’ is now drifting through the speakers.
Chase opens the door and I can hear him walking into the kitchen and putting the food onto the table.
“Layla! Come and eat beautiful!” He yells.
When I don’t respond he calls out my name again, and then comes in search of me. He comes straight to his room and when he opens the door I’m standing there, staring at him, wondering what to do with my hands or what pose would be most enticing. As soon as I see him I just decide on getting to the point, and drop the robe, leaving me standing there, looking like a sex kitten. Chase’s response is priceless. His eyes are wide, like blue pools, his mouth slightly open. He shakes his head, as if clearing it. His eyes transform as the shock fades, and turns into something else. His eyes are heated, smoldering; I can see the want in them, the need.
“You so f*cking sexy Layla, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is strained. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”
He walks towards me slowly, and takes my chin in his hand. He starts kissing me, gently at first, then deeper. He pulls away and makes a noise from deep inside his throat.
“Are you sure, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I’m more than ready.” I’m practically panting.
He starts to peel my teddy off, leaving me standing there in my heels and thigh highs. He takes me in, looking over every inch of me. I don’t really have any problems with my body, but I’m still shy at him looking at me so blatantly. I’m sure my cheeks are bright red.
“Beautiful, every inch of you is beautiful.”
I know my body attracts male attention. I’m not vain, but it is what it is. I have big boobs, a tiny waist with full hips and thighs. The way Chase is staring at me, is making my body tingly all over, and my legs feel weak. He is still fully dressed. He touches my cheek, and then drags his finger gently down my neck, my shoulder, my breast, and right over my nipple. I moan. Chase chuckles, a deep sensual sound, filled with promises. In an instant his mouth is on mine, demanding entry. He deepens the kiss, moving his tongue with mine. His mouth moves from my lips down my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He lifts me up by my waist and places me in the middle of the bed. I watch as he seductively undresses himself, removing every article of clothing. He is stunning. His lean build has the perfect amount of muscle, the V of his hips directing my gaze lower. I glance up at him to see the corner of his mouth turn up. He knows I like what I see. Hell, he has a reason to be proud, that’s for damn sure. Not that I’m an expert-far from it. But to me he is everything I have ever dreamed of in a man. His erection twitches and seems to be pointing right at me. I gulp. Chase leans on the bed then raises himself over me.
“Chase..”
He silences me with his lips. I guess the time for talking is over. He pulls my heels off and throws them on the ground, leaving me only in my thigh high stockings. There is something I need to tell him though. What was it again? He kisses me deeply once again, down my neck, trailing lower and lower. After lavishing attention on my breasts, he goes lower yet, causing me to moan loudly. Holy hell this is the first time any man has done this to me and I can see what all the fuss is about. A moaning sound fills me room, and I vaguely realize that it is coming from me. A warmth builds up in my stomach, and when he sucks on my clit, I explode. My legs are still shaking when I come back to reality and Chase has a primal, satisfied look on his face.