I didn’t see another choice. I was already his.
Taking a step forward, I ran my hands up around his neck, diving into his hair as I brought his lips down on mine. I kissed him with everything I had so he wouldn’t doubt my choice. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation, not for me. My lips were on his, and I felt him shudder, but he was holding back.
If I was going to sink, so was he.
Sucking on his bottom lip, he made a sound in the back of his throat, half moan, half growl and final took the plunge with me. This was what I wanted, what I’d been waiting for, dreaming for. Deepening the kiss, I parted my lips, tumbling headfirst with the rush of sensations crawling across my body. Shivers of pleasure shot through as I pressed up against him.
Everything inside me sparked to life.
It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It wasn’t a gentle exploration. Oh God no. That’s not what I’d wanted, not what I needed. It was raw, deliciously possessive like he was branding me with his essence, staking his claim. The energy I’d been lacking all day jumped to life, I was bursting in it.
With an unearthly precision, he backed us into his room, keeping my mouth extremely busy with the feel of his lips pressing down on mine. When we reached the edge of the bed, I found myself vertical on his sheets and his hard body covering mine. I melted under his touch. He burned away the ugly memories and replaced my head with nothing but thoughts of him. There was no one, nothing, but him. My world became Chase.
In a single fluid motion my shirt went over my head and flew across the room. His was quick to join. I stared, drooling at his perfect abs and the cut form of his hips. Tiny dark hairs dusted his lower belly and then vanished into his black cotton boxers that were playing peek-a-boo with his jeans. His kisses zapped my brain cells, but his body rocked my socks.
At this rate, my socks were going to be the only thing left on me. And you can bet his fine ass I was going to love every second of it. His hands and mouth were enchanting. And right now that enchanting mouth was smirking smugly. I dug my fingers into his hair, sealing that smug mouth to mine.
“Angel,” he murmured my name. He said something more, but it was lost to me. When he was touching me, kissing me, I couldn’t think, let alone hold a conversation. That was just asking too much.
“Hmm.” That was the only articulate word I could form.
His breath whispered at the nape of my neck. “Are you sure you want this? Do you want me to stop?”
Stop touching me – no. Stop holding me – no. Stop kissing me – hell no.
I shook my head, my chest rising and falling raggedly.
He paused and stared down into my face. “Angel, are you even listening to me?”
“What?” I asked the haze was just beginning to lift. Why wasn’t he kissing me? I ran my wandering hands up his chest impatiently.
Hovering above me, I watched his eyes, luminously topaz in the dark, shimmering. “I’m a selfish asshole. I won’t let you go. Ever. You’re mine,” he vowed, going all caveman.
Holy hot demon babies.
Pleasure speared through me. I love it when he went all Neanderthal. “That’s a two-way street baby.”
He arched a brow, raising that silver hoop. “But we aren’t doing this right now, no matter how much I desperately, desperately want too.”
“What!” There seemed to be an echo in the room. Me.
“I’ve had all binding to you I can handle today. If we do this,” his palm cupped my cheek. “There will be no going back. We’d complete the third. I know it. You know it. Right now I just want to relish in having you here. Home.”
Okay. If he put it like that…
I sighed heavily, and rested my head on his shoulder.
So instead, we fell asleep entangled in each other, afraid to let go. Life was precious and I think we both realized we didn’t want to waste another moment without the other. Each time I awoke in the middle of the night terrified, Chase’s arm would tighten around me and he would whisper in my ear, “You’re safe. You’re home with me.”
And that was all I needed to hear to fall back asleep. It wasn’t really the words that gave me comfort, just his voice. In the end, my first night home was perfect except for not yet seeing my mom, but it gave me something to look forward to in the morning.
***
A sleepy smile pulled from my lips as I opened my eyes. Rolling on my side, I looked at that impossibly glorious guy next to me. Dark strands of hair fell haphazardly over his sharp features. Unfeasible long lashes fanned his closed eyes. Sleeping, he lost some of his hardness. His face was softer, relaxed. I could feel his peace, his happiness exuded inside me, like a piece of him was planted in my heart.