I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(57)

He must, he asks, “Do you feel it, Kay?”

I nod and my lips brush his. Chase angles his head slightly and catches my upper lip with his mouth. My boy kisses me softly, just once.

Time stops.

He moves to my bottom lip and nips gently. I let out a stuttered breath. Chase nudges my lips open with his mouth and our tongues touch. My boy groans and pulls me to him. He kisses my mouth open farther as he cradles the back of my head.

This kiss—this kiss—has been building for weeks, and now that it’s actually happening, it torches and ignites. We become all lips and tongues, little nips, scorching heat, and unleashed passion. I arch into Chase. I need to feel how much he wants me. And, damn, he wants me bad.

I want him just as much. I push my hips against him suggestively, letting him know how I feel.

He stills my grinding and just holds me to him. I feel him grow even harder for me. “Chase,” I breathe out against his lips.

He kisses me hard, tells me between frenzied kisses, “You feel so good, beautiful, beautiful, sweet girl. Feel how much I want you.” He circles his hips against mine. “I want you like this all the f*cking time.”

I moan and clutch at his body. I am weak with lust and want. My boy’s hand wraps around my hair and urges my head back. I yield to him. He kisses down my neck, over the thin material of my blouse and the sheer bra underneath. I want him to unbutton and unclasp, but he does neither. Instead he finds my right peak with his mouth and sucks my nipple through the barely there fabrics. It’s tortuous and teasing, wet, warm, and erotic. Chase moves to my left breast and does the same. The material keeping him from my skin becomes so wet that it feels like he has my nipple right in his mouth. When he uses his teeth, I gasp. “So good,” I murmur.

I start to slide down the lockers, but my boy is careful with me, keeping me right, handling me like I might break. And maybe he thinks I might, since he’s making promises, promises to never hurt me, and saying things like, “I want this so badly, Kay. I want you. But we’ll move at whatever pace you want. You control this, baby. Just…” His lips return to my neck. “…just let me be good to you.”

There’s nodding on my part, and tears. Because this is what I’ve longed to hear, and this is the only man from which I’ve ever desired to be told these things.

Chase kisses away all my runaway tears, right down and along my cheeks. He kisses below my ear…tilts my head back…kisses across my chin…and returns to my lips. The way he moves me to suit him, carefully and gently, it gives me an idea of what it will be like to have sex with him. And I can’t wait. It’s going to be everything I imagined, but so much more. My body wants Chase, yes, but more importantly, my heart does too.

But right now I want to feel him let go a little bit, I need to show him he needn’t be so careful with me. I kiss him hard, then harder still. He responds. His lips devour mine, and his hold gets a little rougher. He grinds his erection into me and our kisses become frenzied—lips, tongues, and hot, hot breaths. My hands trail up and down his back, my fingers spreading. I want to feel as much of Chase as I can. I want him skin to skin, but not here, not in a hallway where anyone could walk in and find us. I guess he’s thinking the same thing. He seems to gather himself enough to slow things down.

When we finally break apart, chests heaving, our eyes meet. “Hey,” he whispers huskily. He kisses the tip of my nose. When he leans back, he smiles. “Guess we got a little carried away.”

“Guess so.” I laugh.

He chuckles, but his eyes are serious. “Do you really want to do this, Kay?” He nods to where our bodies still press to one another. “Us. You and me. Do you want to see what we can be together?”

I place my hands on his cheeks. “Yes, Chase, I do. I want this so much.”

And I do, my heart tells me we could be good together—great and epic—like the stuff of everlasting romances.

Chase leans his forehead against mine. “My sweet, sweet girl, let’s try it, then. I want this too. And I can promise you one thing.” I look into his eyes. “Baby, if you allow me, I am going to be so f*cking good to you.”

I don’t doubt a word he says.




It feels like we’ve created a bubble for ourselves, and neither of us cares to disturb it, so it’s a pretty easy decision when we opt to stay in for lunch. There are vending machines in the teachers’ lounge, where we buy pretzels and chips and a Diet Coke for me. I show Chase the locker that holds his last can of lemon-lime, and then we head down to the gym.

Our junk food lunch is eaten on the bleachers as we sit side-by-side. We’re silly and giddy, with lust, and maybe with the fact that we are officially entering into a relationship with each other, something beyond friendship.

I feed Chase a pretzel, since we’re long past all pretenses and I can do things like that now. He does the same, nudging my lips open with a chip. I crunch, bite, and swallow.

“If we could go anywhere in the world, right now,” he asks out of the blue, “just the two of us, where would you have us go?”

I don’t even have to think. “Paris,” I answer.

I feed Chase another pretzel and tell him to pretend it’s a piece of baguette. After he swallows he asks, “What’s a baguette?”

“A baguette is like a French version of a loaf of bread. It’s long and skinny, crusty outside, but soft in the middle.”