Loving Lauren (19 page)

He let her turn his head so she could get a better view of the bruise. “Are you trying to avoid answering my question?” He smiled down at her.

“Don't be silly. Who did this to you?”

“It doesn't matter. Answer the question, Lauren.” He pulled her closer, and she could feel his body vibrating. “Are you crazy about me?”

She pulled back a little. “It depends. I suppose there are some moments that you do make me a little crazy.” She smiled.

“I'm crazy about you.” He smiled a little and pulled her closer, running his hands in her hair. “I love the feel of your hair.” He leaned closer. “The smell of you. The feel of you next to me.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead, and she closed her eyes on a moan. “I couldn't shut down for the night, couldn't stop thinking about you.” Then he trailed his mouth down to hers. Her mind shut off, her body turned on, and she was vibrating in his arms. He'd always done this to her, from that first kiss so many years ago on their wedding day.

He backed her up until her knees hit the railing, then he pulled her up so she sat on the wide rail. Her feet dangled on either side of his legs as he stepped in between them. On their own, her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to her as his hands roamed over her shoulders and hair.

“You taste so good,” he moaned as he rained kisses down her neck. “I can't seem to get enough.” She tilted her head back, exposing more skin for him to explore.

Her mind had spun so many fairy tales over the years, but nothing compared to how Chase made her feel when he whispered in her ear about much he enjoyed her. How much he wanted her.

“Come with me.” He pulled back all of a sudden. He held out his hand and looked at her.

“Where?” She put her hands behind her back and he smiled even more.

“Don't you trust me?”

She shook her head and he laughed. “Fair enough.” He picked up the rubber boots that sat by the door and set them in front of her. “I want to walk with you for a while.”

“Walk?” She frowned a little. She was enjoying making out with him too much to think about going for a walk right now.

He leaned closer and whispered a little. “Lauren, your sisters are probably watching from those dark windows. Let's take a walk so we can have a little more privacy.”

Her mind cleared. She realized that he was probably right. She looked at the large dark living room window and could just imagine her sisters sitting on the back of the couch, watching their every move.

Quickly putting on the boots, she took his offered hand and started walking into the dark night. The clouds had made their way over the moon, so the walking was slow going. When they had made it half way to the barn, Lauren turned him in the opposite direction.

“Trust me,” she said and pulled him towards the backyard. When she stopped in front of the storm shelters doors, he chuckled and leaned down to open the large door.

Lauren easily made it to the bottom of the stairs and waited until she heard him shut the door before she reached over and flipped on the dim light.

He looked around the small room and smiled. It had been remodeled a few years back. Alex had gotten it in her mind that she was going to live here instead of in the main house. She'd spent a few days moving things around and pulling an old bed out here, and she had even filled it with scented candles.

Chase walked over and pulled a few candles off a shelf and lit them. Then he switched off the dim light as lavender scent and soft candlelight filled the small space.

“I like it.” He smiled then walked back over to where she stood, nervously twisting her fingers in the hem of her shirt.

Chapter Eleven

Chase looked across the small space at Lauren and caught his breath. Her dark hair was flowing in light curls around her shoulders, and even in her Dallas Cowboys pajamas, she was something to look at. The light cotton clung to her every curve. He walked over and started to pull her jacket off. She moved to help him, but he pushed her hands aside.

“Let me.” He used his fingertips to slowly unzip the zipper all the way, then took the hem of the jacket and pulled it up over her head.

She wore a white cotton t-shirt with Cowboys written over her breasts. The material was so light, he could see through it. Again, she'd stolen his breath away with her simplicity.

“You are so beautiful.” He pulled her into his arms as she laughed.

“I should be wearing something silk and flowing.” She frowned a little.
 

“This is perfect. I'm a huge Dallas Cowboy's fan.” He smiled as she chuckled.

“Well”—she bit her lip—“at least we have candlelight.”

“I wouldn't want this any other way.” He leaned down and took her mouth, slowly deepening the kiss until his knees felt weak. Then he started backing her up to the small bed that sat along the back wall. It was a single bed, only built for one, but they would just have to make do. When the back of her knees hit it, he pulled her down with him.

She chuckled a little when he had to adjust their position until finally there was enough room for him to pull her closer. Her back was against the wall, and her left leg hung over his hip. Just where he wanted her.

He kissed her until they were both out of breath, using his tongue to show her what he wanted to do to her soft body below. His hands slowly roamed over her shirt until she moaned and leaned back, giving him permission to explore the sensitive skin below.

Slowly he pulled her shirt up, exposing inch after inch of soft, milky skin. Stopping just below her perfect breasts, he dipped his head and tasted how perfect she was. He ran his tongue over every inch he'd just exposed as she twisted and moaned under him. When he reached the bottom of the shirt, he used his mouth to pull it up further, exposing the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen. Leaning back, he looked down at her and lost his heart.

Her hair was fanned out over the white pillowcase. Her green eyes were clouded and her cheeks were flushed and pink, making her lips look a deeper shade of pink.

“Please.” She put her hands into his hair and pulled him back to her. He ran his mouth over her puckered skin, dipping his tongue out to lap at her perfect nipples, finally taking one in to suckle on it. Her shoulders came off the bed as she cried out his name.

He lost a little control and quickly moved his hands lower, pulling down the loose band of her PJ's, until he found her underneath, wet and swollen for him. His fingers played over every inch as she called out for him over and over. Then his mouth trailed down, following the same path, until finally he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin, causing her to grip his hair tightly. He lapped her perfect lips until she cried out and he couldn't stand any more.

Then she was tugging his jacket off his shoulders. He quickly sat up and tossed it and his shirt to the floor. She smiled and pulled him back to her. He leaned in and smiled as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her smile faltered a little, but he leaned in and nuzzled her neck and he felt goose bumps raising all over her skin.

Her fingers were exploring his muscles, traveling lower on his stomach until she reached the snap of his jeans. She quickly ran her palm over his desire, over the course jean material, and had his eyes crossing. Pulling back a little, he took her hands in his and pulled them up and away.

“Chase, I want to...”

“Shhh, I know. I'm trying to go slow here.” He smiled down at her. “If you keep doing that, I can't promise you I can.”

“I don't care. I'm burning up. Please.” She twisted a little under his hold. Then her tongue darted out and she slowly ran it over her bottom lip, her deep green eyes watching him as she teased him.

“Vixen.” He smiled quickly, then took her mouth with his again. She tugged on his hands until he let her wrists go, then she was pulling his zipper down and yanking his jeans off his hips. It would have worked out great, but she hit a snag when his jeans hit his boots. He chuckled and sat up to take them off, tossing them across the room. Then he stood and yanked his pants down, making sure to set his wallet on the small table next to the bed. He'd need the condoms he always carried in it, later.

Her smile wavered when she saw him. He actually saw her move away, closer to the wall. Looking down at her, he smiled.

“I won't hurt you.” He knelt next to her on the bed and pulled her up to kneel in front of him. Her eyes stayed focus on his erection.

“Doesn't that hurt when it's so...large?” She blinked then looked up at him quickly.

He chuckled a little and shook his head. “I ache for you. I suppose it's painful wanting.” He took her hand in his, then placed her hand on his shaft. She flinched a little, but when he moved his hand away, she smiled a little.

“Your skin is so soft. Yet you're so hard underneath.” Her fingers glided over his skin, exploring.

He leaned his head back and groaned. “You're killing me.” Her exploration stopped and he looked at her. She had a frown on her face and there was a crease between her brows. “In a good way,” he finished. “Let me show you what you do to me.”

Lauren's eyes closed as his fingers traced a line down her skin, swirling around each nipple until they puckered towards him. She swayed a little and his other hand moved to her shoulder to steady her. His fingers moved down over her stomach, dipping quickly into her belly button, then out again. When he pulled lightly on her bottoms and removed them, she sucked in a breath as his fingers dipped lower, running over her sensitive skin. She could feel the moisture between her legs and for a moment wondered if he knew she was hot for him.

“You’re so hot and wet. Just waiting for me.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, sending ripples down her skin. With his fingertips, he played with her lips, using the moisture to dip his finger slowly in and out of her. She moaned and gripped his shoulders, trying to steady the spinning she felt. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed when she moaned.

“Yes, I love to hear you make those sounds. I can't wait until I'm buried deep in you.” He ran his mouth over her skin until he sucked on her nipple lightly, taking it deep into his mouth as his finger did wicked things to her insides.

“Come for me, Lauren. I want to feel you release,” he whispered against her heated skin. His finger pumped in and out, slowly gaining speed until her nails dug into his shoulders and she screamed out his name.