“I think that’s romantic,” Mom says.
Lexi and I both roll our eyes at the same time.
“Well, it’s going to happen,” I tell them. “And tonight.”
“Tonight?” Lexi confirms.
“Yep. For one, I’m in love with him, and two, I’m ready.”
“You’re in love with him?” Mom asks, covering her heart with her hand.
“I am, and I want to take this next step with him. Even if we don’t work out down the road, I won’t regret being with him.”
“Then it seems like you’re ready,” Mom says. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yep. And we’ve both been tested, so we know we’re clean. I want it to be special… Chase has to work late, so I’m planning to cook him dinner when he gets home. I want to buy some lingerie.”
Lexi laughs. “Alec never appreciates the lingerie. He just wants to rip it off.”
“Same thing with Tristan,” Mom adds.
“Mom!” We both groan at the same time.
“What?” she says. “It’s girl talk. I can’t help that your father is who I’m having sex with.” She shrugs. “So, you want to buy lingerie? There’s only one place to go: Agent Provocateur.”
Chase: On my way home. Want me to pick up dinner?
Me: Nope, dinner is made. ;)
I shake out my hands, trying to get rid of my nerves. I’m not nervous about having sex with Chase. I’m ready. I’ve talked to my mom and sister about what to expect and researched as well. I know it seems like overkill, but I want to be prepared. What I’m nervous about is Chase turning me down. I’m putting myself out there and I’ll be devastated if he tells me he doesn’t want to have sex with me yet.
I considered serving dinner first then giving him me for dessert, but then I wondered if we would be too full and it would make us both feel gross—well, specifically me since I bought a skimpy piece of lingerie and want to look sexy in it. After eating a meal, I’ll probably look pregnant with a food baby.
So, instead, I’m serving dessert first: me on a platter, er, well, in the bed. Since I’m already dressed in the lingerie, with my hair done—I went with natural waves—and just a bit of makeup on, I climb onto the bed and position myself in the center, ignoring how stupid, instead of sexy, I feel. The lights are dimmed and I lit a couple of candles on each side of the bed for ambiance.
The door opens and closes and then I hear Chase’s footsteps getting louder, the closer he gets. “Butterfly,” he calls out as he opens the door. He stops in his place, taking me in, and I wait with bated breath for his reaction.
When he doesn’t say anything for several long seconds, I curse myself. Maybe the candles were too much…
But then his hazel eyes lock with mine and I see the lust filled in them. He kicks his shoes off and then walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Was expecting dinner, not dessert,” he says, always on the same page as me. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
He pulls his shirt off, exposing his six-pack abs he works hard for, and then crawls onto the bed so he’s kneeling in front of me. He spreads my legs slightly so he can fit between them and drags his hands up my bare thighs. “You look gorgeous,” he says, dropping his hands to either side of my head and kissing me. “I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have you to come home to.”
He kisses me again, this time slipping his tongue between my parted lips. Before things get hot and heavy, I have something I need to tell him, so I pull back slightly.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, needing him to know this isn’t just me getting sexy. “I know it’s only a short time since we’ve been together, but you’ve quickly come to mean so much to me.” I cradle his face with my hands, needing the connection. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Chase, and I know without a doubt I’m ready to have sex with you.”
The most beautiful smile spreads across his lips. “It’s about damn time you caught up to me,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “I’ve known I was in love with you since the night I saw you in the hospital.”
I gasp. The night of the hospital? That was several weeks ago… “You’ve loved me since then?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to scare you off.” He shrugs. “I love you, butterfly, so damn much.”
“I love you too.”
Our mouths unite, and our tongues meet, swirling against each other. Chase uses one hand to hold himself up, and the other explores my body. When we break apart, coming up for air, he peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. His face dips and his lips cover my nipple, sucking on it through the silky material.