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  “Chase?”

  “Yes, love.”

  “I’ll die if you don’t stop teasing and kiss me.”

  Without saying a word, he leaned in and leisurely set his lips on hers, a soft warm kiss that curled her toes. He was loving her with his mouth. Love? Where did that word come from? Was she crazy? But, there was no other way to describe the care with which she was being handled by this adoring man.

  *

  A lazy perusal of Kristen’s mouth was intoxicating Chase. Trying to hold back and not frighten her, he’d started with light whisper-soft kisses across her top lip and then down to her bottom lip. She wasn’t breathing anymore, which he hoped was a good sign, and not an indication she was holding back. She tasted of wine and the after-dinner mints she must have snagged on the way out of the restaurant.

  As he continued to lightly kiss a path to Kristen’s ear, he heard her sharp intake of breath. Was he moving too fast? Or was she as aroused as he was?

  His swollen cock pressed against the zipper of his pants. Damn. What he would give to have this woman in his bed.

  “You smell fantastic,” he hummed against her ear. The shiver that raked through her body made him smile, but the long sigh of desire she released heated the hunger burning inside him. “Kristen.” It felt so natural speaking her name. “You are driving me absolutely crazy.”

  At last, and to his great relief, she released her grip on his shoulders, folded her arms around his neck and took enough initiative to give him the confidence to proceed. She wanted him, too. She turned her head and zoned in on his lips. The kiss deepened and Chase slipped his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers and explore every inch. She didn’t let go of his neck and actually seemed to be holding him closer, tighter. Hold on as tight as you want, baby.

  When they finally came up for air, disorientation filled Chase’s senses. What the hell? He’d had relationships before, some even lasted for a several months, but none had brought on such an intense “need”. His desire to strip and ravage her was warring with his overwhelming compulsion to also cherish and worship her, respect her. Where had that come from?

  “Wow…” Kristen swallowed hard, her voice ragged with the same desire ravaging his system. And he couldn’t blame her. At least she came up with “wow”. He was still trying to search for vowels and consonants that were swimming around in his brain, but would not come together to form anything coherent.

  They stood there, still in the kitchen, foreheads resting against one another for what seemed like an eternity before Kristen finally spoke again. “I should go?”

  Was that a question? No. You should never leave this house. Ever. Again. “Is that what you really want to do, Kristen?”

  “It isn’t a matter of wanting to. It has more to do with the fact that we just met and if I don’t let go of you right this minute and walk out the door, I am going to tear your clothes off and drag you to bed.”

  Holy shit. Chase’s chest tightened with excitement. They seemed to be suffering from some sort of role reversal. Wasn’t that a line he should have come up with?

  He couldn’t help the grin that surfaced. “And this would be a bad thing?” Finally, a full sentence. One that seemed to make sense.

  Kristen laughed. A soft beautiful sound Chase wanted to hear every day for the rest of his life. Where did that come from? Chase had never been seriously involved with any of the women he’d dated over the years. A few seemed to want to get closer, but he’d always held them at arm’s length. Never quite confident their intentions were legitimate. Why was this woman suddenly able to waltz into his life—what, three, four hours ago—and turn his world upside down?

  Kristen was still clutching him. Leaning against him. In fact, it was clear her words of departure were just words. Her body was not really willing to comply. Why does she want to leave? Chase aimed to find out.

  “Perhaps we could slow down a bit. Go sit on the couch? Enjoy our glass of wine?” I’m nowhere near ready for you to go. What can I do to get you to stay?

  “Hmmm.” She sounded almost groggy, in a sensual sort of way. Hopefully that was a good sign. “I suppose we could try it, but I doubt another glass of wine is going to keep me from mauling you like some kind of animal.” Then, by all means drink the wine.

  “Far be it for me to slow progress.”

  Again with the sexy delicate laugh, almost as though she breathed it out.

  I have to get a hold of myself. She’s going to think I’m a pervert. She probably thinks I bring women here all the time and lure them into my bedroom with wine and chicken parmesan.

  “I’ll grab the glasses.” She spoke the words, but they still hadn’t moved from their spot. She seemed rooted, unable to break apart, end the moment.

  At once they both spoke, and Chase had no idea what she said. Kristen moved slowly away and grabbed their glasses from the counter. He immediately missed her touch, the heat of her body. His hard-on strained to reach out for the lost contact with stomach. He could hear the light noise of the glasses clanking against each other as she returned. With a light brush of her arm against his, she nudged him forward. “Coming?”

  Chase’s pulse jumped. What could he do besides follow her and hope with all his heart she would sink herself into his soft couch and stay?

  “You have a TV.” Her voice was matter of fact. The wine glasses made another little clink as she placed one in his hand. The light sound of the couch cushion as she sat down followed.

  Ah, back to normal regular everyday conversation. Too bad his dick couldn’t downshift so quickly and comply with this change of events. Did she notice how aroused he was? Surely there was a gigantic bulge visible in front of him. He sucked in a breath, sat beside her, and leaned forward to at least attempt to conceal himself and transition from making out to talking. “Yes, not that I use it very often, but I do like to listen to the news and some talk shows. In some cases I can even remember what the celebrities look like.”

  “You weren’t always blind? I didn’t realize. What happened?” Her voice contained a quality of wonder and affection.

  “I have a rare degenerative disease of the cornea. But, I won’t always be blind. Hopefully. I’ve just been waiting on the right research. Six months ago, they finally made a breakthrough, I am on a transplant list. What I need is a new set of corneas.” It was something Chase had dreamed about for years. Having very positive-thinking parents helped. Ever since he could remember, he’d been told that “one” day the medical community would make the discovery he needed in just the right specialty for his particular disorder.

  “That’s awesome. Do they think it will be long?”

  “No, it could be any day. Could be months. No idea. I keep my fingers crossed and jump every time the phone rings.” Now there’s an understatement. He stiffened next to her, gripping his wine glass. The stress of waiting on donor corneas and worrying about what the changes would mean for Chase’s life was oftentimes overwhelming. Usually he tried not to think about it too much. It was totally out of his hands. But to be able to see his loved ones again would be heaven…

  “Incredible. When did you lose your sight?” Kristen voice portrayed a true interest in his life. How often did he find such a caring nature toward him in a woman? He must be above average in the looks department because he never lacked for girls who wanted to date him, but rarely did they take it a step further and show any real interest.

  “I was eight. It happened rather quickly, and it took several years before the doctors knew exactly what had caused the sudden blindness. I remember what most things look like. I know colors and things of that nature. It comes in very helpful at times. I feel sorry for people who have never seen anything.” How had this conversation lapsed into such a sad discussion?

  Chase took a sip of his wine and placed one hand on the solid surface of the end table while the other set the wine glass down. Enough talking. The scent of Kristen’s perfume drove him crazy with the need to hold her again. He re
ached for her hands, felt the soft, smooth skin and fiddled with the dainty rings she wore on several fingers. She allowed him this pleasure and he finally lifted his head. “Where were we?”

  *

  Kristen’s face flushed with emotional overload. Lust; she wanted this man in a carnal way, big time. Excitement, brought on by a new relationship, the feeling you have when everything is “right”. As he inched his way over to her side of the couch, she added humility. She was awestruck by Chase’s gumption, his ability to charge forward and make the best of the hand life dealt him, and for years and years, while patiently waiting for a medical breakthrough.

  She pulled her hands from his grasp and wrapped them around his neck, which was clearly all the invitation he needed to gently lower her onto her back and lean over her. “Ah, yes, this is where we were.” Chase didn’t need sight to find her mouth and resume kissing her with the same passion as earlier. The slow burn in her body from their initial contact in the kitchen instantly rekindled. She couldn’t catch her breath and inhaled his warm exhalation. She could taste the hint of wine on his tongue as he sought every corner of her mouth. There was no fighting the desire she felt. It was a losing battle. She wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight, except his bedroom.

  Chase moved his lips to caress every single inch of Kristen’s face. Light kisses moved down to her neck and the V of her blouse. Kristen melted into the couch and let out an involuntary low moan, startling her when she realized where the sound had come from.

  His chin nudged the sides of her blouse enough to allow him to continue his slow torture along the edge of her bra. Thank God she’d chosen a sexy lace bra and panties for the evening. She loved the feel of the silk and lace against her skin under her usually professional exterior. It gave her confidence. As if the knowledge she was actually wantonly sexy beneath the finery was her own personal secret. Her chest strained toward him, wanting desperately to be touched.

  “I want you.” Chase had lifted his chin just the tiniest amount, just enough to mumble the words in the direction of her ears. She knew he needed some sign it was okay to proceed, and damned if she was able to turn him down.

  “Yes.” He sucked in a quick breath at the confirmation and his expression was full of hunger. He then inched back to tug her shirt from its pristine location inside her skirt. Slowly, he pulled a tiny button through its hole on her blouse. His mouth so close she could feel his warm breath on her heated skin, increasing with the release of each button. His growl sent her body reeling. Electricity sparked in each of her nipples, while moisture dampened her panties. She needed her blouse off now.

  As soon as he spread the offensive garment completely open, Chase shifted to pull her legs up onto the couch and straddled her waist. Gently he smoothed his fingertips over every inch of her abdomen, making the excruciatingly slow climb to her swollen aching breasts. Her nipples pointed straight out, abrading against the fabric of her sheer lace bra, begging to be touched. The slow burn running straight down her body to make her sex throb beneath him. She wanted this so badly. This one last night of “normalness”.

  “God, you feel beautiful.” His words pushed warm air over her super-sensitized skin.

  If she could have responded, she would have. She stared at him in amazement. The unbelievable feelings erupting inside her were practically more than she could bear. Conversation at the moment was out of the question. Finally he delicately ran his fingertips straight over her nipples through the delicate lace, making her shiver with wanting.

  “You like that? Hmmm… What about this?” He firmly surrounded her full breasts with both hands and squeezed, just enough to make her gasp with pleasure.

  Kristen’s arms had been pinned to her sides by his knees. She suddenly needed to join this exploration and struggled to pull her limbs from their confinement. As soon as she yanked them free, she reached for him and dragged his lips toward her for a demanding urgent kiss.

  “Please…” she begged, not really sure what she was asking for, but knowing whatever it was, he was taking too long to give it to her. His teasing exploration of her body pushed her beyond the boiling point. She couldn’t take much more. And judging by the hard length of him pressed against her stomach when he leaned forward, he was in no better shape than she. Her desire to see him completely naked and taste every inch of his skin was taking over her ability to reason. Desperately she began tearing at his shirt, unbuttoning just the first few buttons, until at last she managed to yank it over his head, though damned if she knew quite how, since she couldn’t really feel anything in her fingers. His chest was rock hard, smooth, sexy as hell. He was tan. A gorgeous shade of brown. For all the silky, slightly wavy hair surrounding his male-model face, there was not a single strand on his torso. Her blood rushed to pool in her clit, the pulsing bud demanding his attention. The way he straddled her was putting aching pressure on her swollen nub, threatening an immediate orgasm.

  “Please what, love?” He smiled with such mischief she wanted to shake him. He’s killing me and enjoying every second. Payback is a bitch. And man, did it sound sexy and endearing when he called her “love”.

  When he reached down between them to cup her mound in his hand and gently squeeze she lost her train of thought. “I want…mmm…God…” She was so close. Sparks of sensation ignited, small bursts of fire that stole her breath, as well as any rational thought. All she knew was she had to feel this man deep inside her.

  How the hell was that possible? Usually it took quite a long time to get her off. But, this…this…god of a man had yet to even remove her bra or skirt and she was wiggling on the edge of the most intense orgasm of her life.

  “I know, baby. I can sense your urgency, but I want to savor this moment. This first time we join together, I want to make you scream. I want you to explode. And I want you to do it over and over again while I feel every single inch of your body with my hands and my mouth. I want this to be the most memorable moment you’ve ever had. The kind that makes you come back for more. The kind that makes you mine.”

  Kristen held her breath. She was on fire. Every nerve ending in her body screamed for release. But, she also felt a twinge of sadness. Would he really want to see her again? Didn’t guys just love a one-night stand? How could she possibly fall into the hands of a gorgeous male specimen who spoke of a future tonight of all nights? She had no ability to resist him.

  “Take me to your bedroom.” It was all she needed to say to entice Chase to stand and pick her up, cradle her against him. He moved like a predator, sleek, sexy, in tune with his surroundings, never once making a misstep as he moved through the apartment.

  Without pause, he walked smoothly to his bed and deposited her in the center. Before she could even form another thought he was once again on top of her, reaching for the front clasp of her bra. With ease, he popped it open and began kneading her breasts ever so gently, with just the right amount of pressure. The new sensation doubled her need, forced a low moan to escape her lips. Any previous reservations entirely forgotten. He squeezed her sensitive nipples with his thumbs and middle fingers, rolling them gently back and forth.

  “I don’t usually do this, you know.”

  “Do what?” She was at his mercy. She reached once again for his neck to attempt to drag him closer. She needed more friction. More…something…

  He held back a few scant inches from her mouth. “Sleep with a woman on the first date.” He nibbled her bottom lip. “Just so you know.”

  *

  This woman triggered something primitive in Chase. If he died right now without even having the opportunity to come, it would be worth it just to have felt this fantastic creature come undone beneath him. She was so incredibly responsive. Was she always this way? She was so close… It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. And he burned with the need to explode also. His cock ached for her to touch it with her sweet hands, her mouth, her pussy… He couldn’t possibly run the risk of exploding inside his pants before he even got
inside her, so he decided to forgo that embarrassment by restraining her hands. Perhaps if she couldn’t touch him, at least near his throbbing erection, he wouldn’t blow prematurely and ruin the most romantic moment he was sure to ever experience.

  She gasped when he removed her hands from around his neck and once again placed them between his knees and her sides, effectively preventing her from pushing him over the edge.

  “Chase…I…”

  “Please, baby. Do this for me. Let me explore you. If you touch me, I’ll explode and I want this moment to last.” She relaxed ever so slightly and he could feel her head move in a nodding motion beneath his fingertips as he gently stroked her cheeks, begging her for this one mercy.

  “Do you want the light on, love? Is there enough of a glow from the hall for you to see? I forget these things.” He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. As relaxed as she could possibly be. But at the same time completely at his mercy to fondle until she couldn’t help but shriek his name loud enough to wake the neighbors.

  “No, it’s fine. The glow is perfect…” He felt the edges of her lips turn up slightly as she spoke. As if she were in a trance. A trance he had created.

  “Watch me, baby. Watch me love you.” Chase bent down and took one plump nipple between his teeth and bit ever so slightly, and then sucked it into his mouth like a starving man. The moan that escaped her lips was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Her taste was a succulent dessert upon his tongue. In fact, warm caramel syrup would definitely be the best topping poured over her ripe perfect breasts. He’d have to remember for later.

  Slowly he sucked first one nipple and then the other, back and forth, alternately kneading and stroking the disappointed breast that clearly wished to join its mate. Her skin was so smooth and soft. He wondered what color her nipples were. Would her breasts be a paler shade from the rest of her skin? Did she have a tan line? The disks around her nipples were certainly tiny under his touch, maybe the size of quarters. But each little tip was jutting out so far right now he couldn’t possibly imagine what they looked like when she wasn’t so aroused.