Page 19 of Sweet Spot

Chase tilted his jaw to the side. "Huh, I'm not so sure that's a good theory. I'm surrounded by erotic stuff all day, new toys, lotions, sexy lingerie." He winked at me. "Pleasure devices. But I still love to have sex." He stopped and dropped his gaze to the glass of milk in his hand. "I probably should have stopped that stupid analogy before it actually left my mouth."

I laughed. "No, it's not stupid. I think it's cool that you have a job that gives you so much pleasure." It was my turn to wink. The oven timer rang. "I need to get the last batch out of the oven." I walked to the kitchen and was more than a little aware of his footsteps behind me. I pulled the heavy tray out of the oven. He closed the door for me as I placed the pan on the stove. "Sorry it's so hot in here."

"I'm not." There was a change in his tone that could not be ignored. He took hold of my hands the second they were free from my oven mitts. A quick tug and I was pressed up against him.

He leaned down to kiss me, but seconds later, he lifted his mouth away. "You're right. It's very hot in here. Let's go back out to the couch." He took hold of my hand and led me out to the front room, but before we could sit he had me back in his arms.

This time as his mouth caressed mine, his hands wasted no time dipping under my shirt. He knew his way confidently around the contours of my body, touching with just the right amount of pressure to start a fever in my pussy.

I peeled my mouth away from his and stared up into his green eyes. "How do you do that? How do you know exactly what to do to get my pulse racing?"

"Your pulse isn't racing yet, Macy. Let me show you. Can I?"

"Yes, please. And you don't need to treat me like I'm breakable or like I'll fall to pieces. Being a virgin doesn't make me fragile."

He smiled. "Too much handling with care going on?"

I nodded.

"Guess this is new to me."

I curled my arms around his neck. "You think this is new to you, you should be standing in my shoes."

Chase tilted his head to the side. "Don't think you're wearing any shoes, darlin'." Then, without warning, he lifted me into his arms. The nice thing about a tiny house was that a bedroom didn't need to be pointed out. Chase had to turn sideways to carry me down the hallway without crowning my head on the doorjamb.

"Did you bring protection?" It was a question I'd never had to ask before, and I felt a little embarrassed about asking it. I felt so unsophisticated and behind the times.

"Won't need it. Today is all about you, my pure little angel."

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