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twenty-six

Skylar

Tonight is the night.

Chase should be here in less than an hour, and now we’re going to, well, we’re going to officially do it. The night marks another step in our relationship.

Four days apart shouldn’t have felt as long as it did.

Maybe it’s because the relationship is new.

Thankfully, we talked every day while he was gone — late-night calls filled with laughter, teasing, and an occasional moment of silence.

Last night was amazing. I did a little dirty talk, which is something I’ve never done, not once.

And I really liked it. We bared everything to one another, something that I haven’t done with any partners in the past.

What I thought would be weird and uncomfortable turned out to make me feel more at ease than ever before.

Afterwards, we sat together on the phone with goofy grins on our faces and talking about our day, until we were both yawning.

We didn’t deliberately make those plans for tonight, but it was implied as we hung up with one another.

Then, after he traveled most of the day, he sent me a text letting me know the plane landed and that he would be on his way after a quick briefing.

I peered through my peephole. The screen door makes it impossible to see anything clearly, and I move over to the front window that overlooks the walkway. I see no signs of Chase yet.

I pace back and forth across my living room, going from the cold hardwood floor to the lush carpet surrounding the couch with the ultra-soft fibers brushing against my bare feet. I’ve checked the time on my phone at least a dozen times in the last few minutes. He should be here any minute now.

My heart drums against my chest as I smooth out invisible wrinkles on my tank top.

I shouldn’t be nervous. Chase is just like any other guy.

Sure, he’s been in my life since before I can remember.

Sure, he used to chase me around the house with a water gun, he would steal my French fries whenever the family went out to dinner, and he somehow, over the past few weeks since moving back to Nashville, has become the man that I couldn’t stop thinking about.

And tonight, everything was going to change. I knew this might happen when we decided to date, yet facing the moment brings on a whirlwind of anxiety, nervousness, and excitement. We will be flesh-to-flesh, in the same room, and not together on a small screen.

A soft knock on my door made my movements freeze and my pulse leap.

He is here.

I pressed a hand against my chest, willing myself to breathe. Then, with one last steadying inhale, I cross the room and open the door.

There he was — Chase Thorne, my secret boyfriend, standing in the doorway, looking devastatingly handsome in a black fitted tee with gray boot cut jeans.

He has his team’s duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

His bright green eyes meet mine, and just like that, every second of waiting for him melted away.

“Hey, Sky,” he says, his tone low, sultry, and rough around the edges.

I swallow, allowing a slow smile to curve my lips. “Hey, Chase.”

Before I could think, before I could over-analyze, I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate as his arms band around my waist, pulling me against him as he buries his face in my hair, breathing me in.

“Missed you,” he whispers against my ear.

My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him.

“I think I missed you more.”

Yeah, tonight was going to be unforgettable.

He kisses my cheek, then my neck, and holds me at arm’s length, looking me up and down as he bites his lower lip and growls.

“As much as I love this little outfit that you’re wearing, it’s in the way of what I want to do with you.

” He whispers, pulling the strap of my tank down over my shoulder.

I run my hands across his wide chest, down the ripples of his stomach, and underneath his shirt, feeling his hot skin.

My heart beats fast as I lean in and gently kiss him.

His hands flatten on my back and pull me into him as my arm wraps around his neck.

He tastes like mint as our mouths fuse. Our kiss moves our heads from side to side with his large hand moving from my back down to grip my ass.

I groan, then step away from the kiss. I cross my arms in front of my chest and pull the tank top over my head, baring myself to him.

A moment later and he pulls his shirt over his head, takes off his sneakers, and unbuttons his jeans. I reach over and smile.

“Let me,” I demand as his hands fall to his sides.

I slowly undo the top button on his jeans, then pull down the zipper. I place my hands at the sides of his jeans and tug down. Except, the jeans aren’t lowering.

Tug. Tug. Nothing is happening. His jeans have barely moved an inch.

“What the?” I whisper with frustration.

Chase’s hands cover mine, and he helps me. The jeans fall to the floor with ease.

I don’t ask how he magically did that; instead, I silently thank him with a gentle kiss, and then move next to his boxers. Feeling the waistband, it’s thick with grips on the sides. Ah, the culprit.

His hands reciprocate, and he pulls down my shorts.

Together, we stand in our underwear, both shirtless.

His hand reaches out and his fingertips graze my ribcage as he makes his way to cup my breast. His thumb and forefinger pull at my nipple and roll the peak between his fingers.

I push myself against him, unable to control myself.

“That’s a hot button for me,” I say against his lips.

He moves us and places me on the bed, then he climbs up my body.

I reach over and hand him a condom from the nightstand, and he tears the foil and sheathes himself.

I spread my legs as his large frame rests on his knees. He fists his cock, runs his hand up and down on his shaft, then leans forward, pressing his hardness against my pussy. Slowly, he sinks in, inch by delicious inch. He slowly moves until my body gets used to him as he fills me fully.

His hands press my thighs apart as he looks down, watching himself move in and out of me, and pumping his hips as he lets out a hiss of satisfaction.

“Fuck. I’m so fucking turned on right now. My cock loves being inside of you.”

He looks up at me, and we lock eyes. Both of us groan as our bodies move together.

His hand moves to my neck, his fingertips grazing my skin, searing his touch into me as he wraps his fingers around my neck, and his hips begin to move faster.

Our bodies meet in the middle with a fierceness as he starts fucking me.

He grips the back of my hair and gently tugs, and in an instant, I’m about to come.

He leans back up on the bed, lifts my leg over his shoulder, and pistons, his hips grunting into the otherwise silent room.

As our bodies move together, he slowly releases my leg and leans forward as he pulls my face up to meet his and takes my lips, never faltering in his movements while he kisses me senseless.

Pulling back, his face hovers over mine, and we watch one another. The pure ecstasy as we fuck.

“I will not last much longer,” he admits, his breathing heavy.

“Come for me,” I tell him. “I want you to come for me.”

He leans down, his lips crashing against mine.

His movements pick up as he pulls back, then roughly pushes back inside, resulting in the start of his orgasm.

All resistance disappears while his hips thrust, setting off my own pull of bliss.

I buck my hips to meet his with just as much vigor.

I moan as he thrusts into me, gripping my hips tightly as my orgasm rolls over me.

He groans loudly at the contracting and pulsing of my pussy and holds me in place as he pushes deeper into me a few more times before stilling.

He breathes heavily, then pulls his head up with a satisfied smirk.

“Damn, woman.” He says, his voice thick. “I could go again.” His hips thrust a few more times, before he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, holding the condom in place, and pulls out slowly.

A blush creeps across my skin as I watch him. His firm muscles move with grace as he walks over to my bathroom. I hear the water running, and he returns with a damp cloth. He moves it between my legs and presses the cloth against me.

“So? Hungry?” he asks. “I could make us some sandwiches.”