Page 107 of The Chase
Still coming, his hips steadily rocked in and out in this leisurely pace prolonging our pleasure, those shoves of power his only focus as his gaze roamed over where his cock glided in a continuous rhythm, and his fingers brushed over my slickness, stroking my cleft with affection.
Shuddering, I widened my thighs and tipped my hips upward, yearning for more flicking.
“You like this?” he asked.
I managed a nod as my cheeks flushed ever more brightly, my brow spotted with perspiration.
He used a single fingertip to circle my clit. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece.”
“You are.” I breathed out in a rush.
Tobias carried me to the bedroom.
Weak in his arms, all I could do was close my eyes and surrender, my nerves raw from all that had happened.
I couldn’t find the words to thank him for being here. Somehow, he’d convinced me everything was going to turn out fine. This man had superpowers when it came to making me forget.
Tobias stripped off the rest of his clothes.
That’s right, I mused as my gaze drank in his sculptured body, remind me how lucky I am to have Tobias Wilder here in my flat, flexing those arm muscles as they reach for the blanket to pull it up over us.
I lifted my head off the pillow to admire my lover, who now lay beside me and looked just as sleepy. He sensed me looking at him and opened an eye and gave a devilish grin.
That gorgeous smile made my insides liquefy as he reached for me and pulled me over so my head rested on his chest. I let out a contented sigh of happiness.
How had I endured never knowing this man before? The way his fingers trailed up and down my arm comforting me, the way he tipped his head to kiss mine affectionately, were a reminder of what I’d been missing.
The rain striking the window stole my will to stay awake with its patter reminding us how toasty we were in here.
Sleep lured me into unconsciousness.
* * *
When I woke up it was to the sound of Tobias’s low voice coming from the living room.
A glance at my bedside clock told me I’d slept straight through to 8:00 a.m. Thank goodness I was working from home today.
“No, you listen,” he hissed. “It was a gift from me.”
The edge in his voice startled me and I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself.
“I take it you read my messages to her?” he added.
His furiousness caused me to freeze.
“Never interfere with any decisions I make when it comes to Zara, understand? Do you understand?”
The severity of his tone reminded me of when I’d visited his home in Oxford, his uncompromising attitude forging ahead as he continued to master the conversation. I could only imagine what Logan must be feeling being on the other end. I felt sorry for her.
His voice softened. “I appreciate that, Logan. You know how I feel about you.”
My breath stilted as I replayed his reassuring tone.
Quiet descended in my flat once more and I sensed he was taking the time to listen to her.
I slipped into my babydoll nightdress.
And tiptoed toward the living room.
