Page 84 of The Chase
My mind and body splintered at the same time, thoughts reaching out to make sense of this, unsure why he’d want to take on the mess that was my life.
“Oh God,” I cried out, trembling through this endless euphoria.
He flicked faster. “I’m going to watch over you. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” my voice shaky. “Oh yes.”
Shuddering through my orgasm, my core tight, thighs trembling, riding out these waves of pleasure, staring into his eyes, I fell deeper and deeper into the promise of him.
His fingers continued a steady beat, prolonging my climax on and on and on, and I laid my cheek against his chest and sucked in desperately to refill my lungs. My body stiffened and I moaned, coming harder still, caught in his grip and beholden to his brilliant fingers moving just so and extending this earth-shattering orgasm.
I collapsed on his side.
Tobias kissed my head. “It’s going to be okay, Zara. I promise.”
His words sent another thrill below as though his husky voice alone held power over me. This was the man I remembered from Oxford, the bossy, controlling man who’d persuaded me to strip down to my underwear and dress so provocatively.
It had felt like an awakening...
I couldn’t work out which side of Tobias I liked more; there was so much more to him I needed to discover.
Lying safe in his arms, warm and snug by his side, with my leg thrown over him, it was easy to drift asleep.
* * *
Blinking into the darkness, remembering I had a gorgeous man in my bed, I reached for him, filled with disappointment when my hand ran over a cold sheet. I lifted my head off the pillow to check the time and caught a blur of movement at the end of the bed.
Tobias was sitting there. “Good morning.”
He’d pulled on his shirt and underwear, his hair falling just so as though he’d merely dragged his fingers through it and it had fallen effortlessly into place.
I sat up and pulled the sheet around me. “What time is it?”
“Five.”
Shaking off my sleepiness, I needed to brush my teeth. I needed my tea. “Good morning.”
He rose to his feet and came over and sat on the side of the bed near me.
A rush of excitement raced through me as I roamed his beautiful face, his six-pack abs chiseled and kissed by the sun and conveniently visible through his unbuttoned shirt. His black boxer shorts taut around muscled thighs.
A grateful sigh escaped me. “Couldn’t sleep?” I blamed my strange bed for his restlessness.
“Did some work. Shot off a few emails from my phone. Texts. That kind of thing.” He looked back toward the living room. “Didn’t want to disturb you.”
“We missed dinner last night. Are you hungry?”
“Only for you.” He gave a cheeky grin.
I broke his gaze. “Hope you felt comfortable enough to explore my fridge if you wanted something.”
His eyes crinkled into a smile.
“Thank you for being here,” I said.
“Of course.”
I was still in denial about seeingSt. Joanlast night. I wanted to believe it was a bad dream, a mistake, but I’d seen the evidence with my own eyes and the truth was starkly real.
