He was spending the night.
Yippee!
I moved into him, his hand slid to the back of the neck and he gave me a kiss that wasn’t a touch on the lips.
When he moved away again, he didn’t let me go but he did say, “I’ll run after work. I’ll be at your place around six thirty.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there.”
“Right,” he murmured, moved in for the lip touch again then moved back and gave my neck another squeeze. “Later, baby.”
“Later, Chace.”
He let me go and I watched him walk to his truck.
I walked to the sidewalk as he drove off. He gave me a raised hand flicked out to the side as he drove past. I waved.
Then I did what I told him I would do. I went home, changed, got in my car and went back to the library.
The bags were still there.
I didn’t like this.
I drove around, parked on the street, waited and watched.
At ten thirty, I was bored, I had a house to clean, groceries to buy, a gym to visit and a hot guy boyfriend to feed and entertain that night.
So, giving one last look at the bags waiting by the return bin, my heart heavy and my nerves rattled, I drove home.
* * * * *
Eleven forty-eight that night
I powered down my Nook, shifted carefully and set it on my nightstand. Then I reached to turn out the light.
Chace was behind me in bed, sleeping.
I liked this.
We had a good night. Dinner and light conversation. Chace teasing, me laughing. Chace laughing when I worked at making it happen. We did the dishes. I read, my back pressed to the couch, my front pressed to Chace’s side, my Nook resting on his abs, Chace on his back, eyes on the TV so Chace could watch the game.
The game ended, Chace muttered, “Meet you in bed,” which I took as my cue to get ready for it.
This I did, wandering out a little nervously in a satin nightie that was a cream so creamy it was pearlescent. No lace, simple, elegant and short. I did this nervously because the minute I left the bathroom, I saw Chace’s eyes lock on me.
I made it to the edge of the bed, started to put a knee in it but my knee didn’t hit bed. This was because Chace, lounging on his back, did an ab curl, lunged and I was on my back in bed, Chace on me.
“My girl and her sexy nighties,” he murmured with easy to read appreciation and this was due not only to his tone but his hands roaming over the satin.
Then he kissed me.
Before I slipped into the haze of Chace’s kiss, I made a mental note to call Lexie and have her round up Wendy so we could go back to the mall. I hadn’t bought that many nighties or underwear.
I needed to stock up.
Hanky-panky commenced though Chace again didn’t make love to me.
“Tomorrow,” he muttered against my lips and I was about to tell him I felt perfectly fine but his hand moved into my panties to cup my behind.
That felt nice.
Righty ho! Tomorrow it was.
And that night, I wasn’t disappointed.
But when we were done, I also wasn’t sleepy. As I commenced after hanky-panky talk and this went on for a while, it came clear Chace was. He didn’t tell me to shut up but I could read in his voice he was tired.
So I told him quietly, “I’ll let you sleep, go to the couch and read.”
“Read here,” he returned.
“The light –”
His arms around me gave me a squeeze. “Read here, baby. I’ll be all right.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
And that was what I did. He didn’t lie. He was all right. I checked about fifteen minutes after I started reading and he was asleep on his side, one hand shoved under his pillow, one arm cocked in front of him on the bed.
I took this opportunity to study him since I’d never seen him sleep. His long, dark brown lashes resting at the tops his cheeks. His handsome face relaxed and no less handsome. His big, powerful body shut down.
Studying him, I wasn’t surprised to note he exuded extreme hotness even when he was unconscious.
Pure male beauty.
After I set the Nook on the nightstand, I turned out the light and settled in, my back to him, thinking maybe I should adjust my sleeping schedule to his. The last two nights, I fell asleep in his arms. It was nice having him here with me in my bed. But it was better cuddling with him before I fell asleep.
Bath didn’t help.
His words the morning after I gave him my virginity filtered through my head.
So much was happening and all of it was so huge, I didn’t think of it at the time, why he did that, guided me to the bath.
I wanna see to you. Will you let me do that, Faye?
He thought he would cause an ache and he did it to alleviate the pain.
My heart settled, I smiled against my pillow just as Chace’s arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me across the bed. He didn’t tuck me to him, he tucked me under him, his body curved into mine but it also tilted into mine so it was pressed deep into me.
He did this the night before too.
I liked it then.
I liked it no less now.
“Done?” he muttered, his voice sleepy sexy.
“Yeah,” I answered, my hand sliding down his arm to curl around his wrist at my belly.
“Good book?” he kept muttering.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he continued muttering.
I snuggled deeper into him.
His arm around me tightened.
I sighed.
I felt his arm relax and his weight settle into me.
He was asleep.
My eyes drifted closed and I became the same
* * * * *
Ten twenty-three the next night
I gasped as Chace gathered me in his arms, rolled and I found myself still connected to him but sitting up and straddling him.
Oh my fraking Lord.
He’d lifted the ban on sex. We’d done a lot of really fun stuff before he finally connected with me again. And I was enjoying it, on my back, wrapped around Chace with Chace thrusting sweet and rhythmically inside me.
I was enjoying it a lot.
Now, I didn’t know what to do.
Chace was up too, sitting under me in my bed. His hand moved up the satin of my nightie, up my neck to my head, he cupped it and tipped it down so his lips had my ear.
“Move, honey,” he whispered, his arm around my waist giving a gentle pull up.
“Move?” I breathed.
“Ride me,” he urged, just those two words tore through me, sending shivers in their wake, “Go fast, go slow, do what you want but don’t lose the tip.”
Ride him.
Okay, um… I was a virgin before Chace but I’d seen television, movies, read romance novels. I knew there were more positions than missionary.