Page 59 of Lucy
“With Treasure? No problem. I don’t like anyone talking shit about people I care about.”
“You care about me?” He looked touched.
“Of course. Oh, and speaking of people I care about…” I slid my feet up and down his strong calves and toyed with the drawstring on his shorts while his fingers found their way deep into my hair. “Abel wants you to come to dinner. He wants to meet you.”
“Me? Your brother wants to meet me? Why?”
“Because you saved my life and he probably wants to scare you a little,” I laughed.
“He knows we’re just friends, right?” It felt like someone sucked the air from me every time I had to admit we were only friends. Why though? I didn’t want a boyfriend. Ididwant a friend and that’s what Chase was. He was my friend. He happened to be sexy and funny and sweet. He happened to always open doors for me and let me wear his clothes when I didn’t have any.
He was my friend.
“Yeah. I told him,” I shrugged.
“He must be possessive.” The word possessive in the same sentence with Abel when it came to me was too small. It didn’t encompass all that he was when it came to me.
“Something like that.”
“Should I go, or will I be walking into a trap?” Chase asked, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.
“He’ll behave. You’re a genuine guy, Chase.”
“Okay. I’ll go for you, Crazy.” He touched the tip of my nose. The credits rolled on the stand up we were watching, turning the room darker, making it harder to avoid the fact that Chase was making my heart speed up.
“Thank you, Chase.” I swallowed.
“You’re welcome.” His eyes caressed my face and mine did the same to his. “You’re fucking beautiful, Lucy. I’m sorry, I know we’re friends but I can mention the fact that you’re gorgeous, right?” I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. My stomach tensed and some feeling I couldn’t put my finger on, swelled in my chest. It swelled until it took over both of us.
“Yeah. You’re gorgeous too, Chase,” I said, my voice feather soft.
“Friends can say that.” He said, trying to convince himself more than me.
“They can.” Silence fell thick around us. He curled his long fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me close to his face. His breath was warm on my skin. I wanted to dive into him. Swim in him.
Our lips met softly at first, then hungrily. I’d never needed a kiss so much. I’d never needed a kiss with so much of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled on his tongue while he tasted my lips.
“Lucy?” He pulled away from me and I stared down at him, drunk on the moment.
“Yes?”
“Friends don’t do that.” While he spoke, his fingers turned to a fist in my hair and I gasped. “Friends don’t do this.” He kissed my neck and it felt like drugs hitting my bloodstream. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Nothing came close.
“Chase,” I whined from the pressure he created in the deepest parts of me.
“Please don’t call me unless I can give you what you want, Lucy.” He shut his eyes and I stared at him.
“I don’t want to be friends anymore,” I breathed, unable to fill my lungs with enough oxygen. He sucked it from me. He pulled the air out of me and made it his own so that I needed him to breathe.
“Me either, Lucy.” He flipped me over and my legs wrapped around his middle like they were at home against him. His beard tickled my skin while he licked and sucked my neck. I felt wetness trickle from me.
I squirmed beneath him. His weight on top of me was fucking insane. He was so dense and solid. “I need to hear you ask me for it. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Chase. Fuck me,” I growled.
“Manners, Lucy?”
