Page 58 of Check & Chase (Breakaway #1)

His elbows rest on the table as he leans forward. “I’ll drive down. You can come up. We’ll make it work. One weekend at a time.”

“One weekend at a time,” I echo, and it doesn’t sound impossible when he says it like that.

The wine swirls lazily in my glass, but I’m not drinking it.

Dinner’s long done—dessert too. My attention is fixed on him instead.

Chase rises and crosses to the couch, his glass empty, his eyes locked on mine with a look that makes my stomach twist. It isn’t the familiar gaze I know.

This is different—intense, unwavering. Like I’m a meal, and he hasn’t eaten in days.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I whisper .

His reply is rough, like gravel. “Because I want you, Emma. These weeks without you have been torture. I need you more than I need hockey right now. More than I need to win the fucking Cup.”

I rise slowly, finishing my wine in one gulp. Walking toward the bedroom, I throw a look over my shoulder. “Still got the stamina to keep up, even after the injury?”

His glass hits the coffee table, and then he’s moving toward me. I don’t make it to the bed before his hand finds my throat.

He pins me to the wall, and when his mouth crashes onto mine, it’s messy. My lips part, and he’s there—his tongue sliding in, claiming. A soft moan slips out.

His hands roam everywhere, pulling at my dress, sliding up my thighs, gripping my ass. I can feel the heat of him through his jeans, pressing against me. I arch into him, fumbling with his belt.

“Fuck, Emma,” he growls against my neck. “I’ve missed this. Missed you.”

I tug his jeans down, freeing his cock. I stroke it slowly, feeling him pulse. He groans, hips thrusting into my grip.

“Bed,” I whisper.

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me over. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing, his mouth following, sucking at my nipples through the fabric.

He slides the dress off, his gaze tracing the lines of my body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, hands cupping my breasts again, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I moan as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His other hand slides down, fingers slipping between my legs, finding me wet.

“You’re fucking soaked, Em. I need to taste you.”

He shifts lower, trailing kisses down my belly, pausing to look up at me from between my thighs. Then his mouth is on me, tongue sliding through my folds.

I jolt, thighs twitching around his head. “Fuck,” I gasp, grasping his hair. He groans into me, the vibration buzzing through my body. His hands grip my inner thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. His thumbs find my clit, stroking in slow circles.

He licks again, flat and wide, then dips his tongue inside, shallow and teasing. My back arches.

“Chase,” I pant. “Please.”

“You taste better than I remember, Blondie.” He works me slowly, alternating between deep strokes and short flicks over my clit that make my legs shake.

Two fingers push inside me, curling just right. I cry out, body locking up around him.

“That spot, huh?” He keeps hitting it, fingers stroking deep, tongue circling fast enough to make me throb.

I grip the sheets. He knows exactly how to keep me poised on the edge. My muscles keep tightening, coiling, but he doesn’t let me fall over.

“You’re trembling. But you’re not gonna come yet. Not until I say so.”

My thighs squeeze around his head, but he holds them open. He fucks me with his fingers, curling up and in. Then his mouth closes over my clit again, and my moan breaks out loud and helpless.

He keeps me on the edge, right fucking there. I can’t think, can’t speak. Everything feels tight and warm.

“Chase,” I beg, breathless. “Fuck, I need to come.”

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling back. The sudden coolness against my wet skin makes me shiver. “You come when I say.”

He pushes his fingers in deeper, pumping harder, and licks me again, faster, his whole mouth working in rhythm. It’s relentless.

“Chase, please.” My voice cracks. My thighs quiver, clit pulsing. I’m soaking wet, flushed and frantic.

“Beg louder.”

“Please,” I choke out, hips rocking against his face. “Let me come. I can’t take anymore.”

He groans and dives back in, tongue lashing over my clit. “Now. Now, baby. Come for me. ”

The orgasm rips through me. I come into his mouth, screaming his name. My fingers lock in his hair as he keeps licking me through it.

He crawls up my body once the tremors subside, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself.

“I need to be inside you…”

I nod, spreading my legs wider, guiding him to me. He positions himself at my entrance.

“Fuck me, Chase,” I whisper.

He pushes into me slowly, filling me completely. I gasp, nails digging into his back as he bottoms out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, hips starting to move.

He fucks me slowly at first, each thrust deep. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Harder,” I beg.

He obliges, thrusts becoming harder, faster. The bed creaks as he pounds into me, hitting the spot that makes me see stars.

Already? My head spins. I just came, and now it’s building again.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “I’m about to come again.”

“Come for me.” He kisses me softly. “Please, Emma.”

I do. My body explodes in pleasure, clenching around him. He follows me over the edge, pulsing as he fills me.

We collapse together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That was… fuck.”

I laugh softly. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want this to end.”

“Then go get the thing from my bag.”

He frowns. “What thing?”

“My bag’s by the door. Just trust me.”

He groans, dragging himself off the bed. Naked and somehow still hard, he pads across the room. I watch him go, biting back a grin as he bends down to dig through the bag.

A second later, he straightens up, holding the pink vibrator between two fingers. The smirk spreads across his face .

“This thing?”

I nod as he stalks back toward me. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs, hard cock already pressing against my entrance.

With a click, he turns the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. Slowly, he presses the tip against my clit. A gasp tears from my throat, sending a jolt through my core. My hips arch as the hum intensifies, building a delicious pressure.

“Fuck,” he groans, sliding into me, filling me completely. The dual sensations are overwhelming. The thrusting inside me, coupled with the relentless pleasure against my clit, drives me to the precipice.

My body begins to quiver, every muscle tensing. My legs wrap tighter around him, pulling him deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my ear. He fucks me harder, faster, while the vibrator sends ripples of bliss through my entire body.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn him, voice ragged.

“Do it.” He thrusts harder, hips pounding into me with desperate urgency.

And I do. My body convulses, a powerful orgasm ripping through me. I clench around him, and then, with a sudden rush, a hot, wet gush spills from me, soaking the sheets, his stomach, his thighs. He groans, a deep sound as he comes again, burying himself inside me .

I look up at him, embarrassment rising on my cheeks.

“I… I…” My voice is shaky.

He smiles, leaning down to kiss me gently. “You squirted,” he whispers, eyes dark with adoration. “And it was fucking hot. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Emma.”

I laugh softly, breathless. “But… the bed…”

“Is soaked?” he finishes, a playful glint in his eyes.

We both laugh, and then he kisses me again.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”