Chapter 29

Chase's Point of View 

I moved to the bed, slowly lowering her to the bed. I broke away from her lips and kissed down her neck. Her skin was so sweet and alluring, soft and smooth. I was on my knees between her legs. I peeled my vest off and threw it behind me, hearing it hit the floor.

Her fingers ran down my chest and she started to undo the buttons. I took a sharp breath in as I felt her fingers on my skin.

Finally, she undid the last button. I peeled the shirt off and threw it in the same direction as my vest. My hands were back on her. She leaned up on her elbows and kissed me again, and then she gripped me, kissing me like she was the one missing me, like she wanted this as badly as I did.

My hands went to the straps of her nightie, and I pushed the black straps down her arms. Ever since I walked into this room and saw what little she was wearing, I wanted to take it off and now was my chance. I lowered her back down to the bed and slowly peeled the black lace off her, firstly showing one breast and then two, then the black lace was on the floor with my clothes, and the air was knocked from my lungs.

She was so fucking perfect. The pink lace of her undies was all she was wearing. My eyes were so focused on her perfect body, and it took me a few moments to see she was blushing. I had been gawking at her. She went to cover herself up.

Her hands went over her breasts.

I gripped her hands. She didn't need to be embarrassed in front of me. This was one place I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable. I wanted her to feel safe to be naked in front of me.

"Don't, baby girl." I moved her hands out of the way, kissing her collarbone.

"It's just…." Her words stopped me and I looked up.

"What?"

She looked me in the eye. "You're the first guy I've ever wanted to see me naked."

I grinned at that. "So, my stupid brother doesn't make the cut?"

Her eyes lit up and she shook her head. "Not even close."

I wouldn't have been able to joke about that earlier yesterday. Now, when I knew she was completely mine, the pressure was off. I thought Marc had had a taste of something that was mine. I thought they had gone to the next level but I was completely and utterly wrong.

I gripped her undies and peeled them down her thighs and then she was finally, completely naked in front of me and I was surprised she was also completely hairless. I thought she was too young to care about grooming, but clearly, I was wrong again. She was waxed and I had to touch. It was killing me, seeing and not touching.

My fingers ran down her belly button, heading down there.

"Chase, I have to tell you something."

I looked up at her. Her eyes were full of panic and she was chewing her bottom lip.

I was still kneeling between her legs, and, with my free hand, I pried her lip free.

"What's wrong?" Was she scared? I didn't want her to be scared. Why was she panicking? I must have moved too quickly. I should have gone slower.

"It's just…" she gulped. "I haven't told you something."

I arched my eyebrows at that. "What?"

Whatever it was, she was embarrassed about it. What could she possibly have to tell me? My stomach twisted when I thought of what if. What if Marc had been in this same position? What if he did have a taste of what was mine?

It was only now that I was sober for the first time since it happened. I realized what she meant to me. She wasn't just any girl you could write off. She had somehow got inside my heart. How did I let that happen? But it had, and now as I stared down at her, I was scared what she was going to say.

Her cheeks went bright red, her eyes flashing away from me. "I'm a virgin." She let out a long breath. Her eyes flashed back to mine.

At that, my eyes went wide. So Marc wasn't lying, Chloe was a virgin. I hadn't believed it when he said that but now as she lay in front of me, bright-cheeked, I had to believe it.

The only thing I could think was how had I found someone so fucking perfect?

She was too good for me, too fucking perfect for the likes of me. I was pulling my hand away when her hand gripped mine tighter.

"But I want you to be the first," she added.

I shook my head. No way was I doing that. "I don't want to hurt you, Chloe." I was known for being 'big.' I would destroy her.

"If you don't, someone will." She gave me a challenging look and I knew she was right. "I would prefer if that someone was you."

I swallowed sharply. Just imagining someone else being right where I am right now sent my blood on fire. I never wanted another man looking at her the way I was looking at her. I never wanted another man to see her body in this view.

"Please." She looked at me with such determination. She sat up and started to kiss my chest, leaving butterfly kisses. I couldn't think straight with her mouth on me.

"Fine, but we are doing this my way." I was determined on that. I didn't want to hurt her. She let go of my hand and I began to keep moving down, going over her soft, waxed skin until I reached her core. As much as I wanted to drive into her, I knew she would be tight. I had been with so many loose women I had forgotten the meaning of what tight was.

Her hands ran down my arms, and she gripped my shoulders tightly as I slipped one finger into her. She gasped and clenched my finger so darn tightly. If I wasn't turned on before, I certainly was now.

I slowly started to pump her, and then slipped two fingers in. It was even tighter. I didn't see how I was going to fit without slicing her open.

Knowing she would never have felt these feelings before, I lowered my mouth to her breast. She would be feeling intense.

"Tell me if it's too much." I trailed kisses up her collarbone, up her neck until I was met with her lips. Her hands went in my hair and her tongue slipped into my mouth. She was becoming adventurous. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts firmly into me and her hands ran down my back. She was pulling on the zipper of my jeans, and I stopped her.

"Slow, baby girl. Slow."

"I don't want slow. I want you in me," she puffed, pouting her bottom lip. It was hard to say no to that.

"All in good time. First, we have to get you warmed up."

I started running kisses up her neck, meeting her mouth and covering it with mine. I kept fingering her, slowly. She started to arch and push back on my fingers, wanting more, meeting every push with a thrust of her hips.

So fucking perfect.

She broke our kiss, her forehead against mine. "Chase, I need you now." She was panting, a small bead of sweat on her forehead.

My self-control was at its limit. I knew once I was inside her I was going to get lost, which could possibly hurt her.

I let go of her and I stood up, and, at first, there was panic in her eyes. She reached out for me, but missed.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm coming back." I grinned at how eager she was. It was as if she had been wanting this since we first met.

I pulled down my jeans and then my boxers, and then crawled back up the bed until I was in between her legs again.

Then it hit me. We couldn't do this. I didn't have protection. I hadn't planned on coming back here to have sex with her. I came here because I couldn't stop thinking about her. I came here with questions.

She must have noticed my reaction. "What's wrong?" She sat up.

"I don't have protection." This was the worst possible thing to happen. All this temptation…

"I'm on the pill." She tilted her head to look at me. "How many women have you slept with without protection?"

Was she crazy? "Not one." I always shielded.

She chewed on her bottom lip and then said "I trust you then."

She knew I had been sleeping with women all week. Different women. Sure, I always used protection. There hadn't been a time where I hadn't, but this would be a first.

"I don't know."

"Chase, I trust you." She looked at me confidently "And you can't leave this job unfinished." She was flushed and hot.

"You sure? I've never gone skin on skin before." This was a first for me. She was a virgin, she was clean. She was on the pill so we were protected. There was nothing stopping us, apart from me.

I had never trusted a woman to go skin on skin.

Chloe was different. She wasn't just any club woman. In fact, she wasn't just any woman. She was THE woman, the girl of my dreams, the girl that didn't exist that was too darn perfect for words. It was like she had saved herself just for me and now I was in a position to make a difficult decision.

"Well, it will be a first for both of us," she added, looking smugly up at me. "Are you really going to turn me down?" She looked up at me, pouting.

If I had protection, I'd already be inside her. Fuck it. No, I wasn't going to turn her down.

"You sure?" I looked her in the eye. She was taking a risk on me. I mightn't have been with anyone not protected, but, for all she knew, I was lying. Any other guy in this situation would, with a girl like Chloe naked underneath them. After everything I did to her, she was still willing to do this.

Unprotected.

She leaned up and planted a soft kiss on my lips then her hands were in my hair as she clung to me. Her breasts were rubbing against my chest. If I wasn't already turned on, just having her pinned against me would be enough to do it.

I lowered her to the bed, kissing her back and licking her bottom lip, wanting entrance. Her mouth opened slightly and I took the opportunity.

She moaned in my mouth, and that made me go completely hard. She arched her back, pushing up into me.

I was ready for her, but was she ready for me?

I broke away from her, "You ready, baby girl?" I was between her legs now and with one thrust, I'd be inside her, just like I had always wanted.

She nodded her head, "Please make it quick."

I kissed her forehead, and her grip on my shoulders tightened. She was scared, bracing for pain. How could I make this more comfortable with her? I centered myself in between her.

Quicker was better. So, with one quick thrust, I was inside. She gasped, but didn't cry out. Her hands locked around my neck.

"You okay?"

I was still inside her, not moving, letting her adjust to the feeling. I had never deflowered a girl. I had always avoided it in case they got clingy. In this case, I wanted Chloe to get clingy. I wanted her glued to my side, or in this case on me.

"Tell me that's the worst of it." She pulled away from me, her head dropping on the pillow, her blonde hair pulled to one side. She looked stunning and I wasn't just thinking that because I was inside her.

"Yeah baby girl, it is. It's all pleasure from now on." I kissed her forehead.

I pulled out and slowly pushed back inside her. God, she was tight. It was like I was being choked with pleasure. She was warm and inviting, and I wanted to lose myself in her. I knew she wouldn't be up to hard sex just now, but when she was up for it, I'd be there, but fuck it, I don't think it could get any better than right now.

I started to pump her lightly and, to my surprise, she was meeting each thrust with a push of her hips, making sure she was taking all of me.

God, she was killing me.

I wanted her to feel as much pleasure as I was feeling. She would be sensitive. Pride filled my body. I was the first and last to touch her. She was never having another man. I would make sure of that.

If my reputation didn't scare them off, then my fists would.

Without even meaning to, we had picked up speed and she was panting as I thrust into her harder. She wasn't in pain anymore, she was enjoying herself. I wanted to make sure that feeling was multiplied.

Running my hand over her breast and down between her legs, I started rubbing her right on the spot. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me completely surprised by what she was feeling. Like I expected, she was sensitive.

Yeah, baby girl. It was going to get better.

She gasped, arching her back, gripping my shoulders.

I took all her weight, holstering her legs around my waist so I could go in deeper. She locked her legs around me and I started to thrust deeper into her.

"God you're tight, baby girl," I grunted, not sure how much more of this I could take. It was overwhelming. My body was overcome with pleasure. Just the skin on skin was enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn't going there without her.

Giving her her first orgasm was something I was determined to do. I wanted all her firsts and lasts. I wanted everything she was willing to give, and right now she was giving me her body and I was going to worship it.

Like it deserved to be worshiped.

I lifted her off the bed and was on my knees, pumping up into her while still rubbing her. Her hands ran down my back, my free hand planted firmly on her ass.

It was perfect and round, just the right size for my hand. Everything about her was perfect for me; the curve of her back, the shape of her ass and the size of her breasts. Then there was her personality, she was a spitfire.

Like I said, she was fucking perfect for me.

"Chase," She panted. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." She was gasping, and I knew she was right there. On the edge. And I was going to make sure she fell, and then I'd catch her.

"Come on baby girl, you're nearly there." I kept thrusting into her, faster, deeper.

I was losing myself in her. Forgetting I should be going slow. No, I was going fast and hard, taking everything and leaving nothing.

I kept rubbing her quicker, then she went stiff around me, her legs twitching, her body shaking in my arms, and she moaned my name. That pulled me apart. Hearing that, having her clench around me as she orgasmed.

I came with one last thrust and, for the first time ever, I came inside a woman without protection.

She went limp in my arms, panting, her hot breath on my neck, as her head was on my shoulder. I slowly moved off the bed and stood up, holding her.

I walked into the bathroom, flicking on the lights.

I was still inside her as I turned on the shower.

Her hand ran down my chest and she leaned back, staring at me. "I've always wanted to touch your tattoos."

I grinned at her. "You can touch all you want, sweetheart." She could do whatever she wanted after what she just let me do to her.

I felt the temperature of the water as she ran her fingers over my tattoos. Starting at my neck, over my chest, down my stomach, and then up to my shoulder, down my arms.

"They’re beautiful," she muttered out of amazement as she looked at each one.

I looked back at her, taking my attention off the water.

"You are." I kissed her cheek and then walked her into the shower.

She tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face and down her breasts. She really was beautiful, and incredibly hot. How did I find someone like her? So fucking perfect.

I slowly slid out of her, and she winced as I did.

"Sorry."

She leaned forward, placing her lips on mine, then she unlocked her legs from around and slid down me, our lips breaking apart.

"Thank you, Chase."

She was thanking me? Why? "For what?" I could only think of reasons for me to be thanking her. She had trusted me enough to give me her body and now that I had a taste, I was addicted, and she might not realize yet, but I wasn't letting anyone else get a taste of what I just had.

"For giving me the perfect first time." Her smile was electrifying then she turned around, her back to my chest as she reached for the soap.

"I was honored." I kissed the top of her head. I really needed a smoke now, but watching Chloe soap herself was much more worthwhile and I didn't keep my hands to myself either.