“You think I was babysitting? No, I was making sure no little punk got near my girl.” Her mouth opens and then closes as she tries to process what I’ve laid out. It’s been a long time coming.
“I am not your girl,” she finally gets out, but there is no power behind her words. Her hands even go to my chest to give a weak shove. I grab both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. I hadn’t missed the flash of desire I’d seen in her eyes last night when I was bossing her ass around.
I wasn’t completely shocked by her reaction. It turned me on too, especially when she did as I told her. Her just breathing turns me on; every single thing about her does it for me. What had taken me a little off guard was how much I found myself liking the domination. I had no idea that would be my thing, but with Emily, it is different.
I grew up with a strong mom and have a lot of women who work for Silverstein. Hell, I found most of them to be the best at their jobs if you could get them to go into building and contracting to begin with. They have a good eye and pay attention to detail.
I’m all for women empowerment, but with her, I find I want to take care of her. Cherish her and make her the center of my world, and I think she very much wants that too. Her problem is going to be admitting it. That’s not the only hurdle we’re facing, though. It’s going to be hard for her to hand over the trust to someone to be that for her.
“Are you saying you’re not my girl?”
She licks her lips, drawing my attention there. I know she doesn’t have an answer. Not one she’s willing to give yet, so I kiss her so she doesn’t have to. She’ll get there. Until then I’ll give her what she needs.
As soon as our mouths connect, everything in my life finally slides into place. She wraps her arms around me, her lips parting so that I can take more without her having to ask for it. I do. If she opens any door, I’m going to walk right through it.
She moans into my mouth as her hips start to move. I push back down, grinding my cock against her pussy, making sure I hit her clit. I break the kiss, wanting to hear the sounds of her pleasure. I continue to trail my mouth down her jaw as I keep thrusting against her.
“Chase.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. She’s close. Thank fuck because so am I. I latch on to her neck and suck as we both come together. My name pours past her lips over and over as she clings to me. I groan, my mouth unable to leave her. She’s so damn sweet.
Her own body goes lax, and her hands slide down off me. Finally, I lift my head to see the glazed look in her eyes. I swear her normally bright blue eyes are darker now. She looks sexy as fuck with her blond hair laid out on my pillow and her lips swollen from my kisses.
I open my mouth to tell her we’re only getting started. I want her to come against my mouth this time, but I don’t get the chance. I hear the alarm in my house click off followed by the sound of the front door opening. Shit.
Emily’s eyes go wide. “If that is some girlfriend, I will kill you.” Her mouth settles into a firm line. I know it’s immature, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I love the jealousy she’s displaying at the moment.
“Damn, sweetness. When did you go get claws?” She glares up at me, not finding any of this funny. It’s not. There is only one person who has the ability to turn off my alarm and unlock my door. My mom.
“Chase.” The second Emily hears my mom’s voice, she tries to free her hands I still have pinned above her head.
“I have to hide,” she whispers.
I free my hold on her before I slip off her to the side of the bed. I really don’t want to get up right now. Not when I finally have her laid out in my bed. But there is no other choice at the moment.
“My days of hiding are over.”
Emily sits up. “What does that mean?”
“You’re about to find out.” I reach out and dig my fingers into her hair to pull her toward me for a kiss. She melts into me.
She’s my girl. Always has been. Always will be.
6
Emily
I will murder him.
That is the only thing I can think of as I stare into the mirror of the bathroom. I was sure I could put my dress back on and tell Chase’s mom, Rebecca, that I had a bit too much to drink last night and Chase offered to pick me up from a party. That’s a logical reason as to why I would be here. But as I stare at myself in the mirror, I know she’s not going to buy that story.