Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3)(8)

Chase’s eyes remain closed, even though I’m talking to him, but I know he’s awake.

Sure enough, he opens one eye when I take a step closer to the bed. And then, a second later, I am on the bed, pinned under his hard, unyielding strength.

Chase’s nose travels along my neck then down to my collarbone. “Now that you mention it,” he murmurs. “I am kind of hungry.”

“We should head down, then,” I reply in a whisper as kisses me senseless.

He murmurs in my ear, “What I’m hungry for is right here.” He shifts, letting me feel just what wants.

“Chase,” I groan. “I’d love to, I would, but you know we don’t have time. Will is waiting downstairs—”

My words are cut off by raw kisses that make me forget things like food, time, Will waiting downstairs.

In seconds, Chase has my jeans and panties off. He pushes up my tee, unclasping my bra. I’m almost fully exposed to him as he lowers his pants and boxer briefs just enough to free his erection.

Chase is fevered and hot, impatient in his need to have me. He pushes my legs apart and plunges into me without prelude.

“Aah,” I moan.

He moves in and out of me slowly, giving my body time to accommodate him.

And I do open for him. I grow wetter and wetter, and soon I am asking, “God, Chase, why do you always feel so good?”

Chase moves in me, pressing his body down on me. He wraps his arms around me and rasps, “It’s you who always feels so good, Kay.”

When he buries his face in my neck, I hear him almost indistinctly mumble, “I just wish I had more to give you.”

He doesn’t mean sex; I get a lot of that. In fact, I think Chase sometimes uses sex to avoid dealing with other issues—like the one obviously weighing on him today.

I tense, and he stops moving. “Hey, don’t say that,” I say into his hair. “You give me everything. You’ve given me my life back, Chase.”

Before meeting Chase, I was not living. I merely existed, until Chase showed me how to laugh and how to have fun again. He gave me love, and in doing so he taught me how to forgive myself.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?” I ask.

Chase is not moving, but he’s still inside me as he lifts his head and gazes down at me. “Because it’s true,” he says.

He pulls out of me and flops onto his back.

I roll to my side and reach for him, but I falter when he says, “Do you want to know why I think that? Why I say I wish I had more to give you so often?”

“Yes,” I say. “I want to know.”

Scrubbing his hand down his face, Chase says, “My heart belongs to you, Kay, all of it.” He sighs. “But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“My heart is all cut up, baby girl. Part of my heart died when my father died. And part of it is wrecked from my past.”

My own heart aches at hearing his words. I can feel his pain, his deep regret.

“My heart’s all parceled up, too,” I remind him.

He looks over at me, sadness in his blues. “There’s still more than enough for me,” he tells me.

I place my hand on his chest, right where his heart beats below. “There’s more than enough in here”—I tap his chest—“for me, too.”

“What about Will?” Chase says, his chest rising and falling, his heart beating strong beats under my hand. “I feel like loving him so much has taken love away from you.”

“Oh, Chase. You have it all wrong. Loving your brother has nothing to do with us.”

He turns his head to face me, giving me a look like I’m joking.

“Really, Kay, do you truly believe that? Because the way I see it, if it weren’t for this trouble with Will, you and I would be back in Harmony Creek right now. We’d be living and loving and enjoying all the shit we’re missing out on by being here.”

I try to find the bright spot in all of this. I want Chase to stop thinking in such a negative way.

“Will is here at the house,” I say. “He’s not out chasing Paul, like you thought he’d be. This will all be over soon and everything will be back to normal.”

“I doubt it, Kay,” Chase scoffs. “I know my brother, and this shit is far from done.”

“But you’re in Vegas now. You’ll straighten him out.”

I smile over at him, and he says sadly, “My sweet Kay, always believing in me.”

If only Chase believed in himself half as much.

I crawl over and settle on top of him. He’s not hard anymore, but that situation changes quickly when I reach down and place him at my slick core. “I’ll always believe in you,” I say.

I move, sliding down on his hardening length slowly.

“Why?” he asks, his breaths becoming more and more ragged, even as he resists the inevitable.

Leaning down, I brush my lips over his. “Because I love you…and you love me.”

“Is it enough?” he asks, pained.

“It’s going to have to be,” I murmur.

I continue to slide up and down his shaft, my movements more and more insistent until Chase has no choice but to react as nature intended.

He thrusts up into me, his fingers digging into my hips.