Chase (Resisting Love #1)(58)

“I’m not perfect.” I mumble.

“Maybe so, but you’re f*cking perfect for me, baby,” he says meaningfully, staring into my eyes. He walks over to where I’m standing and gets down on his knees, lifting up my tank top. He places a soft kiss on the middle of my stomach.

“I love you. And I love our baby.” He rumbles against my stomach. He looks up into my eyes, and I can see his happiness, his wonder. But also his anxiety.

“I’m healthy, and the baby will be fine.” I assure him.

“I’m going to be a bit over protective, Layla, you’re going to have to deal with it.” He gives me a small grin, and then kisses my tummy again.

“Daddy loves you, little one. So, so much.” He almost whispers, his voice so tender it brings tears to my eyes. He glances up at me again. “Don’t cry, love.” He says.

“I love you, Chase.” He gives me the most beautiful smile ever.

“About time.”

I giggle through my tears. He stands up and pulls me in for a deep, long kiss.

******

Much to Chase’s dismay, I decide to spend the night at Nikki’s. I want a little time to think, to recuperate. I had twenty missed calls from her and a million texts, apologizing. I decided to drop by and put her out of her misery. I walk into her room and find her sitting cross legged on her pink sheets. She jumps up when she sees me.

“Layla? OMG I’m sorry I gave him your number! But I heard his side and I realized you were being stupid and..”

“It’s okay, Nikki, I forgive you.”

She eyes my bag, “Yes! You’re staying the night?”

I grin, “Sure am, just like old times.”

“Did you guys make up?” she asks inquisitively.

“Yes, but we still have a lot to work out,” I say truthfully.

“I’ll bet, come on, let’s have a girls night in. Movies and junk food,” she suggests.

“Sounds wonderful.” It is just what I need after a drama filled few days.

“What do you want to watch?” Nikki asks, pulling out all her DVDs.

“Let’s start with Love and Basketball,” I suggest, grinning.

“Good choice.” She cooks some popcorn and we both change into our pajamas. Snuggling together on the couch, we commence with our bonding.

******

I drive home the next day, and see that Chase is the only one home. He greets me at the door, giving me a tight hug and a long deep kiss. “Thank f*ck you came home,” he says, relieved.

“You thought I wouldn’t?” I ask, surprised.

“I was worried.. Fuck I needed you last night Layla. I wish you had stayed,” he admits.

“I’m sorry Chase. I just needed a little time.”

“I know, and although it nearly killed me, I gave you that play. But your time is over, Layla. If you need to think, you do it near me, with me. No more of that shit. I went through hell last night, I was pacing up and down, trying to stop myself from dragging you home where you belong!” he growls heatedly.

“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice fragile.

“I’m done restraining myself because I’m scared that you will run off, Layla!” He hisses, pulling me in for a greedy kiss. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me passionately, walking with me in his arms, until we get to the living area. He sits down with me still wrapped around him, so I’m straddling his lap. Breaking our kiss, he pulls my top and bra off, leaving me naked from the waist up. I watch his gaze admire my breasts, before he suckles on them gently, causing me to moan. Slowly, he runs his hands up, from my knees, making a trail, until he is lifting up my skirt so it sits on my hips. He is now leaving hot, wet kisses on my neck before he leans me back so he can undo his jeans. His eyes are on mine as he unzips them, pulling them down as far as they can go, without me having to move off him. I moan when I see him, aroused and ready, and he pulls me close to him again, his lips fusing to mine. His kisses are hot, needy and hungry. Possessive. I lift his T shirt off, pulling it over his head. I glance down at his chest and gasp at what I see. I place my hand over his heart, where he has the word ‘Layla’ is tattooed in a beautiful font.

“Chase?” I whisper reverently.

“Do you like it?” he asks, his husky tone deep.

“I love it,” I tell him, placing a kiss over each letter of my name. I hear a guttural moan as he rips my flimsy underwear off me in impatience, tearing away the last barrier between us.

He grinds me against his arousal, until I’m whimpering with need. “Ride me, Layla.” He demands, his eyes looking wild. He slides into me, and my whimpers turn to moans. “That’s it baby, just like that,” he encourages, as I move my hips up and down in smooth movements. I seize his face in my palms, and fuse my lips to his, kissing him uninhibitedly. He catches my moans of release with his mouth, as I shatter into a million pieces. Chase grips my hips, raising his into mine, pounding into me with quick strokes, until I feel his body shake with his release. We are both panting, and hanging on to each other. Chase pushes away the strands of hair that have fallen onto my face. “I love you Layla,” he whispers, full of emotion.

“I love you too Chase.” I look around. “We just had sex in the living area where we all sit.”