Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(91)

As soon as they dropped their bags, they stripped, crawled between the cool sheets of the king-sized bed and conked out, twined together. Even in sleep Chase kept Ava close. He’d never imagined he’d like waking up with the same woman wrapped around his body every morning.
He woke around noon and showered. He didn’t bother dressing because his priority was getting Ava nekkid. Immediately. But first he grabbed his supplies from his duffel bag and piled them on the nightstand.
Chase started at her pretty toes peeping out from beneath the comforter. She’d insisted on foregoing lunch for a pedicure. He hadn’t understood why sporting pink toenails vastly improved her mood; it just had. And after how worried he’d been while she’d had that vicious migraine, he would’ve done anything to see her back to normal.
He nibbled on the top of her foot and pressed a kiss on her instep. His mouth wandered past her ankle, and he slowly zigzagged just the very tip of his tongue up her shin. God. She had such satiny smooth skin everywhere.
Ava stirred and murmured, “I’m liking this morning wake-up call, cowboy.”

He threw back the covers and continued his northward progression, using his right hand to lightly stroke her right leg. “And just think, I’m only half-done.”

“If you’re getting tired you could stop at the midpoint and…rest.”

“Rest…by putting my face in your crotch?”

“Yes. And you could leave it there as long as you wanted.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. I’m an accommodating woman.”

“Lucky for me.” He lightly sank his teeth into her hipbone and snapped the stretchy string of her cherry-red thong. He peppered kisses down the sexy sweep of her belly to the rise of her pubic bone, but rather than continuing south, he dragged openmouthed kisses straight up her torso. Paused to tongue the rhinestone charm dangling from her belly button piercing. He lifted his mouth from feasting on her skin long enough to say, “Unhook your bra.”

Ava twisted the front snap until it released. She tugged it down her arms and tossed it aside. Then her hands were on his head, sensuously rubbing her palms across his bristly hair. “I love how this feels.”

“I love when you put your hands on me, but right now, I want them above your head.”

“I really love it when you get all bossy,” she said with a husky purr.
He kissed her sternum. “I know you do.” Humbling, how readily Ava accepted it his aggressive side. She turned herself over to him without hesitation. Without restriction. With absolute trust that he could give her what she needed.
Which was why he was going to push her a little farther today than he usually did.
While letting his facial hair tease the underside of her breasts, Chase said, “Ava, do you trust me?”

A beat passed before she answered, “Yes.”

“Be very sure of that answer.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna try something with you. But I hafta know you’re on board. That you believe I’d never step far over the line.”

“That does scare me a little.” She squirmed. “But I’ll admit my interest outweighs my anxiety. So, yes. Whatever you want from me, Chase, is yours.”

Humbled, Chase slipped his hands up her chest to lovingly curl his hands around her face, studying her eyes. “Thank you.” His kisses started out sweet, but quickly heated. Deepened. Intensified to the point they both breathed hard when he finally released her mouth.
He reached for the neckerchief on the dresser. “Blindfold first.”

“Like in the movie 9 ? Weeks?”