Lost Without You: Book 2 in the Chasing Olivia Series (22 page)

“We can, but I’d still like to walk.”

“I don’t see why not.” Chase informs the driver and he pulls away.

“Which way?”

“We’ll walk along the Harbor. This way.”

We stroll through Boston, hand in hand. Cutting through Faneuil Hall Marketplace, we walk down State Street toward the water. Even though it’s late, the streets are very well lit. We wind up on North Wharf and continue our way back to the hotel via Harbor Walk.

“How do you like Boston so far?” Chase asks as we walk along the harbor.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Wait till you see what I have in store for tomorrow,” he teases.

“When will you get it through your thick skull that I don’t like surprises?” I ask.

“My skull isn’t thick. Is it?” He checks his head, touching all around to make his point.

“Yes,” I sigh, “like a brick wall.”

“I love surprising you. It’s that look of amazement you get, your eyes sparkle. I love that look.”

“Yeah, well…” The giant smile on his face stops me from speaking. If it makes him
that
happy to surprise me with things, I guess I can suck it up. “It was a great surprise. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, you should know that by now.” Placing his arm across my shoulders, he pulls me close as we continue to walk toward the hotel.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Chase purrs in my ear.

I open my eyes to find him staring at me. He moves a tendril of hair from my face. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Not too long,” he says, his eyes dancing. “I love watching you sleep, you look so peaceful.” He pauses, weighing something in his mind. “You know, you talk in your sleep.

“What did I say?” I ask, even though my nerves are twitching.

“You were reciting the recipe for a drink. It sounded good, something tropical.”

“Oh, yeah. I do that a lot.”

“I know. I’ve heard you make lots of drinks, among other things.”

“What time is it?”

“Time to get up,” he quips. “Are you going to be a good little girl?” He cocks his head to the side, his lips twitching.

“Geez, I’m getting up. Give me some space.”

Chase rolls off the bed and saunters over to the window. “It’s going to be another beautiful day. Can’t wait to show you Boston.” Turning, he walks back toward the bed. “I’ll shower first, don’t fall back asleep, or else,” he warns, his lips twitching.

“I won’t. Promise.”

I haven’t spoken to Brenda in weeks and she’s due for a phone call. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s just after eight. Given the time, it’s better that I text her. If she’s awake, she’ll call back.

Liv: Hey! You’ll never guess where I am.

While waiting to see if I get a text back, I walk into the kitchenette to brew a pot of coffee. By the time I get the water in the machine, my phone chirps on the counter.

BFF: Paris? Italy? The Galapagos? The moon?

Wise ass.
I deserve that, since most of them could be true. My ultimate dream destination is the Galapagos. I probably shouldn’t mention that to Chase, we’d be on the next plane. I text one-handed as I pour the coffee with the other.

Liv: Ha-ha, funny. No. Boston for the weekend.

BFF: Seriously? Geez, you really need to hook me up with his brother. He’s hot too, right?

Good Lord. I can’t go on like this. Now that I know she’s awake, I call her.

“Sup,” she answers.

“I’m not hooking you up with his brother. You’d break him.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Brenda should have been a man. She loves them and leaves them without one bit of guilt. The last relationship she had that lasted more than a month was with Reese throughout high school, and he’s the reason she never dates.

“Not happening,” I reiterate.

“Fine. Whatever. When are you coming home?”

“Tomorrow. I have to work on Monday. This is just an I’m-going-to-miss-you trip.”

“That’s right. When
is
he leaving?”

“The twenty-second.”

“That’s Saturday, right?”

“Yup. You might see me Saturday night.”

“I’ll schedule myself in the morning. We can go for drinks and commiserate together.” She sounds miserable. She needs to get a long-term man, and quick.

“Perfect. I haven’t been down to Anthony’s in a while anyway.”

“Cool. Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’m in the middle of inventory.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Brenda hangs up just as Chase appears from the bathroom with a tiny hotel towel wrapped around his waist. It barely covers his ass. I can’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“That towel’s a bit short,” I quip, still laughing. Narrowing his eyes, he drops the towel. Now, I’m no longer laughing, but staring at his magnificent body.

“What towel?” he asks, deadpan. Stalking over to me, Chase’s eyes blaze. Taking my hands, he pins them behind my back. “I don’t see a towel, do you?” he breathes.

“No . . . no towel,” I sputter as his erection digs into my stomach.

“Are you going to give me a reason to shower again?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine. He has me so turned on, I would say yes to anything, but I have other plans.

“No.”

“No?”

I lean in and bite his lower lip. “No.” He releases me, not realizing my intentions. As soon as I’m free, I drop to my knees and grab his cock. Before he can flinch, it’s past my lips and I’m sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, spreading his feet apart for leverage. Grabbing on to the back of his legs, I continue to push him further into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his massive length. I look up and focus on Chase’s expressions, suppressing my need to gag. Just seeing him in my sexual thrall spurs me on, and I continue to suck hard. Placing his hands on the sides of my head, he begins to thrust his hips faster. His breaths come out in hisses, his teeth clenched.

“That’s it, baby. Shit, you’re amazing,” he groans as he flexes his hips, his cock thickening. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he pants, and I suck harder. His hands grip my head and a groan tears from his throat as he comes violently into my mouth.

As Chase tries to calm his labored breathing, I peek up at him, smiling. “So, do you need a shower?” I giggle.

“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met,” he pants, his lips quirking up into a smile. He hooks his hands underneath my arms and lifts me, pulling me close. “As far as the shower,” he chuckles, “I better not, or we’ll never leave.” Releasing me, he swats me on the ass. “Go shower. We’ll have breakfast downstairs on the terrace.”

“Where are we going?” I ask Chase as I follow him through the lobby.

“Places. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Chase takes my hand as we exit the hotel and proceed on foot. I’m glad I wore comfortable shoes.

“So, you’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope, since I’m not sure. This part I’m totally winging. Later, though, I’ve made arrangements,” he says, grinning.

We walk down the brick path along the waterfront, similar to the way we came back last night, only this time, I get to enjoy the view. “This is spectacular,” I murmur, looking out over the harbor. The surface had barely a ripple and the sunlight reflected off the water into a mosaic of colors. Sailboats danced across the glass, barely skimming the surface.

“I can think of better views,” he says with a wink.

“Stop it,” I say, blushing. “Really, this is so pretty. Did you spend much time here while you were at Harvard?”

“Not really. Although, later we can visit a few places me and the guys used to haunt.”

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

“We’ll see if we have time,” he says, chewing his lower lip. “We could always stay longer,” he muses.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” I say, tugging him along.

As we continue to walk, Chase says, “So, I thought we could sightsee a little. With all the years I spent in this city, I never really had the time to leisurely walk around.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“We’ll also need to do a bit of shopping. For what I have planned later, you didn’t bring the right attire,” he casually adds.

“Shopping?” I sputter. “What kind of shopping?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

We continue to follow the red brick path, which twists and turns around other hotels and buildings. Chase suddenly turns away from the water, leading me to a large fountain. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he leans in to take a selfie. I look at him in shock. “Selfie?” He nods as he places his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

Pressing my head against his, I look at the phone and smile. When he’s finished, I take his phone to make sure I don’t look ridiculous. Satisfied, I hand it back. “I want to remember this weekend while I’m in Italy, and what better way than to photograph it?” Chase shrugs.

“You know, there
is
this thing called Skype.”

“I know, but the hours will be off. This is just in case.” Taking my hand once again, he pulls me across the other side of Atlantic Avenue toward Central Street. Walking through McKinley Square, toward Commerce Street and Faneuil Marketplace, he says, “I thought you might want a Starbucks.”

“Ohmigod, yes!” I say, grinning like an idiot. There is no such thing as too much caffeine.

He leads me all the way down to the Starbucks at the end of Quincy Market. Chase orders us both iced caramel macchiatos and we continue our stroll through the marketplace. We stop in different shops, checking out all the tourist trap items. I find a Boston magnet of a lobster that will go perfectly with the magnets I’ve picked up on other trips. I go to pay, but Chase hands the clerk money before I can get my wallet out. “I can pay for my own magnet,” I say, affronted.

“Not when you’re with me, you can’t. C’mon, we have shopping to do.” With that, he takes my hand and leads me out of the store.

“Can you at least give me a hint as to what we are looking for?”

“A little black dress will do just fine,” he replies, impassive.

Chase leads me around to several different boutiques, not satisfied with anything they have to offer. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters as he pulls out his phone. Scrolling through his contacts, he finds who he’s looking for and hits send.

“Gabby? It’s Chase. I need a favor,” he says, reverence in his voice. “I need a good boutique in Boston. Olivia needs a cocktail dress.” He listens for a minute, then nods. “That’s perfect. Can you make it happen? Great, thanks.” Hanging up the phone, he opens up his apps and types an address into his GPS. Taking my hand, he leads me toward State Street. “We can walk, or catch a cab. It’s just under two miles to the boutique. What do you want to do?”

“That’s not too far, we can walk. Besides, I need to work off breakfast.”

“Walk, it is.” Switching his GPS from drive to walk, we follow the directions spoken from his phone.

It’s a beautiful, warm October morning, and our walk is quite enjoyable. Tall, shiny buildings along one-way streets, reminiscent of walking through Manhattan, only quieter. We pass by pubs, restaurants, and old buildings with gorgeous architecture. I’m a sucker for old buildings, so full of history. As our route takes us farther from the main part of the city, the buildings get smaller. There are more trees and wider streets, reminiscent of Queens or Brooklyn.