Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3)(22)

Chase is already naked and glorious. Biting my lip, I soak in the breadth of his shoulders, the tapering V of his torso…and the hard length that awaits me.

“Take me,” I whisper, desperate for his love.

Chase is instantly over me, above me. He trails kisses down to my sex, where he hungrily laves my folds with his tongue. I grind and moan while he licks and laps, and when I’m just about there, he moves up and slides into me.

I come undone, panting, “Chase… Oh, Chase.”

In my euphoria, I am wanton. I moan louder than usual, thankful Abby and Greg’s bedroom is on the first floor, well out of earshot. Thus unrestrained, I writhe and lift my hips, encouraging Chase to take me in whichever way he desires.

But instead of plunging into me, he withdraws and holds my hips still.

“What?” I ask.

Chase doesn’t reply…he just stares at me with those penetrating blue eyes. And when I can’t move at all—I am at his mercy—he eases himself back into me.

“Oh,” I gasp as he moves in and out of me languidly, lovingly.

“Good?” he whisper-asks.

“Amazing,” I reply.

As he continues to make love to me, I moan, “God, you’re going to kill me, Chase.”

“How’s that?” he asks, chuckling as his lips brush over mine.

Against his mouth, I murmur, “Because you make me want to give you more and more. There’s never an end to my desire to please you. I want to give you all of me.”

He gives me a little more of his weight, and I spread my legs a little more to accommodate him.

“That’s good, Kay.” he rasps. “Since what I want is all of you.”

I open myself to Chase, and I give him everything I have—my heart, my body, my soul. I feel him taking a piece of me with every slow, savoring thrust. But for everything Chase takes, he gives back twice as much.

“I love you, Kay,” he murmurs in my ear. “I love you so much.”

As he pours his love into me, I think of the conversation we had back in Ohio, the one about having a baby. I wasn’t ready then, but I feel more than ready now. I have a few more weeks of active birth control, and then that’s it. I am definitely not getting another Depo shot in September. Chase will be happy with my decision. He wants a baby, and I am finally completely ready to give him one.



Later, wrapped up in Chase’s strong arms, but before sleep has found either of us, I ask him, “Do you still want to marry me?”

“Are you kidding?” he replies, chuckling softly. Pulling me close to him, he kisses the top of my head. “I’ll marry you right now, baby, if that’s what you want. We are in Las Vegas, after all. The chapels are open twenty-four-seven.”

Whoa, I hadn’t thought of that.

But now that’s it’s out there…

“Hmm,” I muse aloud. “Father Maridale would kill us, though, if we were to get married here in Vegas.”

Chase counters with, “We could always get married a second time in the church back home.”

I prop up on one elbow and stare down at this crazy man who might really be thinking we should do this. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“About the church wedding?” he asks. “Or about the getting married tonight?”

“Both.”

His eyes meet mine. “Oh, I’m serious, Kay. I’m going to love you forever no matter what. So, I say let’s make it official in the eyes of the law. In fact, I think we should do it tonight.”

I can’t think of a single reason not to marry Chase as soon as possible, so I say, “Yes, let’s do it.”

And then I am showering Chase in a flurry of kisses. My joy is uncontained, and I’m bursting with emotion. I could lie here forever with my man. But we must make ourselves get out of bed, especially when Chase informs me, “The Clark County Marriage License Bureau is only open till midnight.”

“Better hurry, then,” I say as I playfully jump up and scamper to the bathroom. Chase catches up to me. He lifts me into his arms and carries me the rest of the way.

Minutes later, we are showering together. Chase tenderly washes my body, but when his fingers linger a bit too long at my softest spots, I remind him, “We have a wedding to attend, right?”

“We sure do,” he replies, smiling brightly.

Luckily, Chase packed a suit—black—for the possibility he’d have to wear it for something out here in Las Vegas. He tells me, “I originally thought Mom and Greg would plan some fancy dinner out on the town.”

He leans down to kiss me while I finish with my makeup in front of the dresser mirror. “But this is a much better reason to get dressed up.”

“For sure,” I reply, giggling as Chase plants tiny kisses down my neck, his gentle nips tickling at my tender skin.

“Okay, back to getting ready,” he announces as her steps away from the dresser.

But still, he remains close, watching me as he fiddles with a set of cufflinks. When I glance up at him in the reflection of the mirror, I can’t believe how incredibly handsome he is dressed in a suit and tie.

Reluctantly, I turn away so I can slip a white eyelet lace dress over my head.

I think of how much Chase loves the dress I’ve chosen to wear. It is the same dress I had on the day he stole my hair tie, the tie he placed back in my hair so gently that day.