The Chase Page 4

  And with our faces so close together our noses are nearly touching again, he looks me right in the eye and husks, ‘You’d better hold on, love. This is gonna be rough.’

  JASE

  Her eyes go wide at my words, and I thrust inside her so hard and deep that she screams, her tight cunt so wet that she’s able to take me all the way to the root, even though I’m stretching her narrow sheath as wide as it’ll go. I withdraw almost to the tip and then drive back in even harder, until I’m hitting the end of her, and I know damn well that I’m too desperate for her to make this anything but a raw, aggressive fucking.

  I move inside her with a rhythm that turns our bodies warm and slick, my cock nearly steaming from the snug, slippery heat of her cunt. I ride her like my goddamn life depends on how deep I can take her. Ride her so hard that something actually falls off her apartment wall, crashing against the hardwood floor. Then there’s a loud knocking, like someone banging their fist on the other side of the wall, and a muffled voice shouts, ‘For the love of God, give it a rest in there!’

  We laugh as we kiss, not even slowing down. Our mouths are wet and eager, and even though we’re smiling, we’re still fucking so hard we’re like animals, her nails digging into my shoulders and my free hand curling around the back of her neck, holding her still as I take her sweet mouth just as thoroughly as I’m taking her sweet little pussy.

  I want it to last forever, but all too soon the end is bearing down on me, and my head goes back, a harsh shout on my lips as I start to unload. The pleasure’s so intense I feel like I’m being turned inside out, and I shudder with relief when I feel her cunt tighten on me like a cushiony vise, and then convulse, her soft cry joining my own carnal sounds as she comes for me. Her orgasm is so intense that she keeps milking the cum right out of me, my seed spilling until I’m worried I’ll overflow the condom.

  Reaching down, I hold the condom in place as I carefully pull out of her snug clasp, my forehead pressed against hers as I pant for breath. ‘Christ, Em. I think you broke me.’

  She’s shaking with a breathless burst of laughter as I wrap my arms around her, lift up, then turn and fall back into a corner of the sofa, her body sprawled across my chest, legs on either side of my hips, my dick trapped between us. We shiver as the sweat starts to dry on our skin, our breaths slowly evening out, and I can’t stop touching her. I stroke the feminine line of her spine, then her golden curls, the flare of her hips. She’s so damn soft and plush, and I can’t get enough of how she feels under my hands and against my body.

  ‘I need to call Tyler,’ she says eventually, her hands spreading over my chest as she sits up on my thighs and locks her cinnamon-brown gaze with mine. ‘He’s expecting me for coffee. That’s where I was headed when I walked outside.’

  ‘Can’t you just text him?’

  She shakes her head. ‘My phone broke when I was still in England.’

  I lift my brows and ask, ‘On Sunday night?’

  She nods as a wry smile kicks up the corner of her pink, kiss-swollen lips. ‘I spilled coffee all over it on the train.’

  ‘So you really didn’t get any of my messages?’

  She tilts her head a bit, her gaze curious. ‘Not a single one. What did they say?’

  With my hands sliding up and down her ribs, my thumbs stroking the sides of her beautiful breasts, I snort and give a gritty laugh. ‘About fifty of them were nothing but frustrated rantings, and the other fifty were just me begging you not to leave.’

  ‘When I didn’t respond, I’m sure you could have gotten my home number or my email. That is, if you don’t already have them.’

  ‘I could’ve,’ I admit. And then, with a sheepish grin, I say, ‘But once I’d calmed down, I started planning to come after you, and I didn’t want to give you the opportunity to tell me not to.’

  She laughs at that, which is a relief. But her gaze slides to the side as she catches her bottom lip in her teeth, and then she looks at me again and asks, ‘What happened after I left?’

  ‘I had it out with Caroline,’ I answer with a heavy breath. ‘And I finally realized that I’m done with them, Em. I’m not going back there.’

  ‘I don’t blame you, Jase. They don’t deserve you.’

  I close my eyes at those soft, sweet words, then open them and say, ‘J.J. came to see me before I left.’

  Her eyes go wide as she searches my expression for clues. ‘What did he say?’

  My chest shakes with a quiet laugh, and I settle my hands on her hips. ‘He wanted to tell me a story.’

  ‘A story?’ Her golden brows pinch with confusion. ‘I don’t understand.’

  ‘He said that you’d got him thinking, and at first, I think he just wanted to talk to me. To see if what you’d told him was true. That I’m not like Alistair.’

  ‘He believed me?’ she asks with surprise.

  With a small shrug, I say, ‘I don’t know if he did at first. But your words definitely got him thinking. And he overheard me having it out with Caroline.’

  ‘Well, it’s about damn time that he knew the truth. And he has no one to blame but himself for treating you like he has all these years.’ She tilts her head again as she says, ‘But what was this story he wanted to tell you?’

  ‘His initial reason for coming over was just to see for himself if you were right. But after he learned that you’d left me, I guess it . . .’ Another laugh rumbles up from my chest and I shake my head. ‘To be honest, Em, I’m not really sure what made him do it, but he told me about the blonde in his paintings. He said that her name is Gianna, and that he . . . That he worshipped her. Those were his exact words. That he fucking worshipped her, and she felt the same way about him.’

  ‘Then what went wrong?’

  ‘His feelings for her were so strong that they scared the hell out of him. He was so terrified they would make him weak that he married Janine instead, who he considered a safe choice, and offered to keep Gianna on the side as his mistress. Figured that way she wouldn’t ever have too much control over his emotions.’

  ‘Oh, God,’ she whispers. ‘That’s so tragic.’

  ‘Yeah, it didn’t go well. From what I could gather, Gianna basically told him to piss off. He said that he knew, instantly, that he’d made a mistake. One that he was going regret for the rest of his life. But he’d been too proud to beg her forgiveness.’ I tighten my grip on her hips, and my next words come out as little more than a throaty rasp. ‘He told me that you reminded him of her.’

  She blinks with a soft look of shock. ‘Really?’

  ‘Yeah.’ I swallow to clear the lump of emotion in my throat, and go on. ‘I have a feeling that’s probably the biggest compliment he could give a person.’

  ‘Why doesn’t he just find her and admit that he made a mistake?’

  With a grim smile, I tell her, ‘Because she’s happily married with a huge family, Em. She got on with her life.’

  ‘But all these years, she might have still been in love with him.’

  ‘I know,’ I say with a hard sigh. ‘It sucks.’

  ‘And so you talked to him, and decided . . . What?’ she asks, giving me another one of those deep, searching looks. ‘What made you come here?’

  ‘I took a long, hard look at myself and was finally honest about what I feel. And what I want.’ I sit up, cupping the side of her face in my hand as I say, ‘I don’t want his story, Em. I don’t want to grow into the old fool who let the only woman he ever truly cared about slip through his fingers because he was too much of a coward to let her in.’

  ‘Jase.’

  ‘So you need to know that you’ve fucking got me. By the balls,’ I tell her, brushing a soft kiss across her trembling lips, ‘and every other part of me too. You just need to decide if you want to keep me.’

  She reaches up and curls both hands around my forearm, the tightness of her grip making me want to shout with triumph. ‘I won’t lie and say that I’m not terrified, because I am. But, yeah, you gorge
ous, frustrating alpha, I want to keep you.’

  Her words make me smile, and I can’t help pressing my advantage. ‘For how long, baby?’

  ‘For as long as I can, Jase.’ Her beautiful brown eyes gleam with emotion. ‘For as long as you’ll let me.’

  ‘God,’ I groan, every part of me shaking as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. ‘Hold on to me,’ I tell her. ‘Whatever happens, Em, don’t let me go.’

  She stares into my eyes like she can see all the way down into my soul, and I know that she gets what I’m saying. That I don’t just mean now, but for forever.

  ‘Promise me,’ I growl.

  She leans forward, pressing her sweet mouth to mine, and whispers, ‘I promise.’

  After our conversation about Harrison and why I’m here, the morning goes by in a soft, hazy blur that’s sharpened only by pleasure and need. I pull up my jeans and go out to my car, grabbing the small bag that I’d tossed in the backseat. It’s got a change of clothes, as well as the rest of the condoms from the box that I’d bought at the hotel.

  When I get back inside, I pick Emmy up again and carry her to her bedroom. The room is just what I would have imagined for her, with a wrought-iron bed covered in white cotton, a quirky chest of drawers painted a deep, dark purple, a few packed bookshelves, a desk, and framed posters of famous paintings all over the walls.

  I lay her down on the bed, hurry to ditch my clothes and shoes, and then I’ve got another condom on and I’m over her. In her. I’ve never stayed this hard for a woman in my entire life, and as mind-blowing as our connection is, I have a feeling it has something to do with how we’re connecting on other levels as well. We keep smiling as we kiss, as if we can’t believe we’re together, and I know that getting on that plane was the smartest decision I’ve ever made.

  I can’t get enough of holding her down and driving into her perfect little cunt as hard and as deep as I can, determined to wipe out the memory of every other man she’s ever known. Because God only knows she’s blown every other woman from mine. It’s that incredible. That fucking intense, literally.

  I lose count of how many times I take her, but as the clock on her bedside table ticks up to eleven, I’m lying on my back with my head on a pillow, and she’s cuddled up against my side, one leg over mine, her arm thrown over my abdomen as she rests her head on my biceps.

  I want to roll over and pull her under me again, right now, but she’s drowsy from all the orgasms, and so I settle for tugging her up closer against me, neither of us saying a word as she snuggles against my chest and I stroke her hair. She slips into a heavy sleep, despite it being so early in the day, and I wish I could do the same. But as exhausted as I am, I can’t close my eyes yet. It’s like I’m terrified she’ll slip away, and I’ll wake up to find her gone. So I spend the minutes while she dozes just watching her, holding her, my mind going a mile a minute as I try to formulate a plan for where we go from here.

  Christ, there are so many questions that I still don’t know the answers to.

  But the one thing I do know, and with absolute certainty, is that I’ve done the right thing by coming here. I’ve fallen for this beautiful girl so hard, and that isn’t going to change. I have no doubt that what I’m feeling is going to keep on growing wider and deeper, and while that would have scared the hell out of me before, I’m holding J.J.’s story tight to my chest.

  I’m not a particularly religious or spiritual kind of guy, but there’s no ignoring the hand of fate that’s at work here.

  The way I rescued Emmy.

  Her article on J.J.

  Her effect on the old man, and how it prompted him to come and talk to me.

  Jesus, it’s all so fucking unlikely, but so goddamn perfect. And maybe this is how good things happen. In a burst of what the ever-loving hell is going on. Some random, magnificent roll of the dice, where two people crash together in one vibrant, blinding moment of potential.

  I grabbed at the opportunity when I had her in my office last Thursday. And then again, when I chased after her all the way to America.

  Now that I’m here, and I’m holding her, the way Emmy fits against me is so fucking perfect it’s like she was made for me, and I know that I’m not letting go. Only an idiot would let this woman slip through his fingers a second time, and I won’t make that mistake.

  Somewhere out on the street, a dog starts barking, and I can hear what I think must be a skateboard on the road. Cool air is blowing down on us from the vents up near the ceiling, and I press a soft kiss to the top of her head, then finally close my eyes, unable to keep them open.

  But there’s one last thing I need to do before I let the exhaustion take me under.

  And that’s to send up a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever’s up there that might be listening.

  Chapter Three

  JASE

  We wake in the early afternoon, and we’re both starving. But we’re hungrier for each other.

  I’m sitting with my back propped up against her headboard, and Emmy’s straddling me, sitting in my lap as I finger her snug, juicy cunt. I tell her to arch her back, then lower my head, sucking and nipping at her pink, tender nipples, unable to get enough of how they feel on my tongue, or the sharp cries I’m pulling up out of her throat. Her cream covers my fingers, spilling over my hand, the feel and scent of her making my mouth water.

  Undone by the way she responds to me, I slide on to my back as I lift her up, then bring her down on my face, eating her out like it’s my bloody job in life to make her come all over me. I can’t stop swallowing her down, loving how warm and sweet she is, her pink, swollen pussy so soft it’s like silk.

  She comes for me again with a husky, sexy cry, and my hands are busy sliding another condom on as I lick up every drop she’s giving me, her taste the most incredible thing I’ve ever had on my lips. She’s still pulsing with little aftershocks when I pull her under me and lift her arms up high over her head, stretching her out. Threading our fingers together, I stare into her eyes as I shove inside her tight cunt, going so deep it makes her flinch. I grind my teeth as I pull back, loving the way her body fights to hold me inside, then thrust back in, fighting not to lose control. She’s so small that I could easily fuck her so hard it hurts her, and while I know she likes a bit of bite with her pleasure, I’d damn well die before taking her past that point where all she wants is to kick her head back, dig her heels into my arse, and demand that I give her exactly what she needs.

  ‘One of these days, Em, I’m going to fill you up,’ I growl on a downstroke, grinding against her sensitive clit before I pull back again. ‘I want you to be full of my cum. Want you drenched in it.’

  She arches and moans, the little pulse in her cunt telling me that her body likes the idea of me taking her without anything between us. Bracing myself on one arm, I reach down and stroke my fingers over her clit, giving it a few hard flicks that make her arch like she’s been zapped with a current. Then I reach lower, stroking the edges of the slick, slippery opening I’m currently claiming with my cock, loving how stretched she is around me, the silky flesh barely able to take me.

  Words are crowding into my throat, shoved there by my building emotions, but I don’t know how to get them past my lips. All I can do is keep fucking her, claiming her, and when I come, she’s right there with me, her nails digging into my back and her teeth in my shoulder. I love the way she gets so lost in the pleasure that it makes her wild. Makes her greedy.

  We’re still trying to catch our breaths when someone knocks on her front door, and her heavy-lidded eyes go comically wide. ‘Shoot, I forgot to call Tyler!’

  As if he’s heard her whisper, the guy I know is her best friend shouts, ‘Hey, Em, are you in there?’

  She scurries off the bed, hurriedly throwing on her shorts and shirt, minus any underwear, and yells, ‘I’m here!’

  She quickly runs out into the hallway, and I grab my jeans, tugging them on as I follow behind her. I’m just entering the l
iving room when she cracks the front door open and whispers, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call you, but I’m with Jase. He, um, flew all the way here to see me. And to, uh, talk.’

  The guy gives a quiet laugh and drawls, ‘Talk, huh? Is that what you call going at it so hard I could hear your headboard slamming into the wall the moment I climbed out of my car?’

  ‘Ohmygod!’ she gasps, and I know her cheeks have probably gone bright pink. And then her voice gets lower. ‘I’m warning you now, Ty. If you say one embarrassing thing in front of him, I’m kicking you in the balls.’

  He laughs again, then clucks his tongue. ‘So I suppose his presence explains the shiny black Ferrari parked behind me, yeah?’

  ‘Um, yeah.’

  ‘You gonna let me in so I can meet him?’

  ‘Of course. Just, um, give me a second.’

  She shuts the door, immediately looking over at me, and I can tell that she’s completely panicked, which is pretty freaking cute. I’m just not sure what has her the most worried: that I’ll be a dick to surfer boy, or that he’ll be a dick to me.

  ‘Um, Ty’s here,’ she says, and sure enough, her little face looks like she’s been sunburned.

  ‘I gathered that, baby.’

  ‘Okay,’ she says, taking a deep breath and smoothing her hands over her tousled curls, ‘I’m going to let him in now.’

  I just smile in response, since I have a feeling she was talking more to herself there than to me.

  She opens the door then, and the guy walks inside, sliding her a smirk as she shuts the door behind him.

  I know, from talking to Emmy during our weekend in Kent, that Tyler is a dedicated surfer by day who works as a bartender by night to pay the bills. She told me he was tall, built and blond, as well as good looking, but I hadn’t expected him to be one of the best-looking guys I’ve ever seen. Jesus, he fucking looks like he could play Thor in a movie, and I take a moment to thank that higher power again that this bloke is gay, or I know his friendship with Emmy would make me jealous as hell.

  And, yeah, I’m already fighting a battle with the green-eyed monster when I watch the way she suddenly throws herself into his arms, hugging him like she hasn’t seen him in years, when it’s only been a few weeks.