Page 61 of Check & Chase (Breakaway #1)

“My turn,” she whispers, and before I can even register it, she’s off the couch, pushing me back until I’m sitting where she was.

She kneels between my legs, looking up at me through those thick lashes, and I nearly blow right there. Her hands trail up my thighs, feather-light, and every muscle jumps under her touch.

“Emma, you don’t—”

“I want to,” she cuts me off, her voice a low purr as her hand closes around me. “God, I’ve missed this.”

Then her mouth is on me, warm and wet and utterly perfect. She takes me deeper than I expect, hollowing her cheeks, and I have to grip the couch cushions to keep from thrusting up into her.

“God, your mouth,” I manage to get out, watching her head bob, her lips stretched around me. “So fucking perfect, Emma.”

She hums in response, that vibration sending shocks of pure pleasure through me. One of her hands works what she can’t fit, the other gently cups me lower, teasing.

I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just connecting. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

She picks up the pace, taking me deeper, and I feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine. Too soon. Way too fucking soon.

“Emma, stop,” I gasp, gently pulling her off me. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

She looks up, her lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed. “Isn’t that the point?”

“Not yet,” I tell her, pulling her up onto my lap. “Not until I’m deep inside you.”

I capture her mouth in a hungry, bruising kiss, my hands roaming over her body, pushing her tank top up and over her head. Her breasts are perfect, filling my palms. I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, and she arches against me, grinding down on my lap .

“Chase,” she moans, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in. “Please.”

“Please what?” I tease, switching to her other breast, grazing the sensitive peak with my teeth.

“I need you inside me,” she pants, her voice ragged. “Right fucking now.”

I grab her face with both hands, my thumbs tracing her jaw, foreheads pressed together. “You have me, Emma. Always.”

“Then show me,” she breathes against my lips.

I guide myself to her entrance, and she slowly sinks down. We both moan as she takes me in. The sensation is overwhelming, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from moving too fast.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe against her neck, my voice rough. “You feel fucking incredible, baby.”

She starts to move, rising up and sinking back down, setting her own pace. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, guiding her movements, helping her find that perfect angle.

“That’s it,” I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Ride me, baby. Take what you fucking need.”

She picks up the pace, her hands braced on my chest, head thrown back as she moves. The sight of her like this—wild, uninhibited, chasing her pleasure—is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice breaking as she grinds against me. “Mine, baby. Every inch of you.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her nails digging into my chest. “All yours. God, Chase—harder—”

I plant my feet and thrust up to meet her movements. The new angle hits something deep inside her, and she cries out, her rhythm faltering as she clenches around me.

“Right there?” I ask, thrusting again, hitting that spot .

“Y-yes—don’t stop—oh god—”

I flip us suddenly, laying her back on the couch, hitching one of her legs over my shoulder. The new position lets me go deeper, harder, and her eyes shut, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice a low growl, slowing my pace until she forces her eyes open. “I want to see you when you come, Emma.”

Her gaze locks with mine, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed. I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her walls fluttering around me. “Chase, I’m so close—”

“Come for me again, baby,” I whisper, leaning down to nip her neck. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”

She shatters beneath me, her body convulsing as she cries out my name. The way she tightens around me, clenching down with everything she has, pushes me right over the edge.

“Fuck, Emma—” I groan as I come deep inside her, thrusting once, twice, then collapsing against her chest, utterly spent.

We stay like that, tangled, breathless, sweaty and wrecked, my face buried in her neck, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back as we come back down to earth.

“I love you,” I whisper against her skin, the words I’ve been holding back all night finally breaking free. “God, Emma, I love you so much.”

She turns her face toward mine, eyes shining with tears despite her smile. “I love you too, Chase. I never stopped, not even when I tried to.”

I kiss her softly. “I know we have a lot to figure out still. The distance, our jobs, all of it. But we’ll find a way through it together. No more unilateral decisions, no more assumptions about what’s best without talking it through.”

“Partners,” she agrees, stroking my face. “In everything.”

“In everything,” I repeat, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow to match mine .

Whatever tomorrow brings, tonight we’ve found our way back to each other.

And that’s the victory that matters most.