Giving Chase
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“Easy for you to laugh, you’re an ace at this.”
“Thanks for the compliment. I’m glad you think so.”
She sighed in frustration. “You’re deliberately trying to confuse me and yank my chain.”
“No, I want you to yank mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows and she dissolved into laughter and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Maggie, I want you to stay the night. I want to wake up with you in the morning. I don’t have a rule book. I just go by what I feel. This is all new to me too, you know. You’re the first woman who’s ever slept in this bed. I’m not normally a spend-the-night-with-me kind of guy. I told you, I’m wooing you, Margaret Wright.”
She snorted and snuggled back into him. “In that case, I’ve got to tell you that wooing has totally exceeded my expectations. By the way, I have the day off tomorrow. Are you going back to work?”
“You temptress! I do have to work, but I can do it from my office downstairs. Why? Are you actually opening up enough to spend the day with me?”
“I thought we could at least have a nice breakfast.”
“And lunch and don’t forget I’m making you dinner. You did already agree to have dinner with me. I think you should just stay in my bed all day, naked. I’ll bring you anything you need, including me.”
She cracked a smile. “I like you, Kyle Chase.”
He sobered and kissed her, a bare brush of his lips across hers. “Oh good, ‘cause I like you too, Maggie. A whole hell of a lot.”
“Enough to cough up that coffee ice cream you lured me over here with?”
He burst out laughing. “For a tiny little thing, you sure eat a lot.”
“I have a fast metabolism.”
He sat up. “It sounds good. Let’s go.” He pulled on a pair of sweats and she grabbed what she thought was her shirt but it was his. Moving to put it down and look for her own shirt, he startled her when he put a hand on her arm. “No, put it on.”
She pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up. Of course, she had to roll the sleeves a few times and the hem came to her knees but shivers ran down her spine when she caught him watching her with that lazy cat look of his.
“Damn, this will change the way I feel every time I hear Keith Urban sing, ‘You Look Good In My Shirt’. You look so good that I want to throw you right back down on the mattress and climb between those thighs of yours.”
“Later, I want ice cream,” she said and it ended on a squeal because he lunged at her. She ran past him and down the stairs laughing.
He dished up two bowls of ice cream and they spread out a blanket on the living room floor, watching a movie while they ate. Or they watched the beginning of a movie anyway.
Kyle took her bowl and put it aside. “Done eating?”
She cocked her head at him. “Well, since I allowed you to take my bowl without protest, I’d say yes.”
“Good. Because I’m not done eating.” His lips curved up and she gasped as he pushed her back onto the blanket. Making quick work of the buttons on her shirt, he pushed it off. She looked up at him, watching his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he reached out and brought his bowl over.
With a yelp, she nearly shot up off the floor as he drizzled ice cream over her br**sts. But soon that yelp became a moan as he licked up the sweet liquid with the flat of his tongue. The cold ice cream followed by the heat of his tongue gave her goose flesh.
“Hmmm, where else would this ice cream taste good?” He raised an eyebrow as he spooned it down her belly and over her thighs.
She watched him as he licked his way down her belly and over her thighs. He pushed them open. “I need my hands, Red. Hold yourself open for me so I can lick all of you.”
Her breath caught but she did as he asked.
His cold tongue licked up through the folds of her pu**y and around her clit and she couldn’t resist rolling her hips.
“Sweeter than ice cream and I can eat it in any weather,” he murmured against her.
Her hips raised up involuntarily and she whispered his name. “You like that, Maggie?” he murmured and flicked his tongue over her clit. “Damn, but your pu**y is sweet. Sweet and wet.” He pressed a finger deep into her and shuddered as the walls of her pu**y gripped him. “I like that you’re so slick for me.”
She was beyond a place where she could form the words to tell him how good he felt there between her thighs. All she had were whimpers and breathless sighs as her head slowly moved from side to side. The muscles in her thighs and abdomen began to tremble as orgasm approached.
When he hooked his fingers inside her and found her sweet spot she rolled her hips and cried out. The pleasure was sharp edged, nearly too much to bear.
“Yes, Maggie. Come for me, honey,” he said just before he slowly sucked her clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it just slightly.
In a rush of intense sensation, her climax drowned her as her very cells exploded in heat and light and pleasure. Wave after wave shuddered through her in a seemingly endless pattern. Wringing her out, flooding her mind and body.
He continued, not stopping until he’d pushed her into another aftershock orgasm and she sobbed with pleasure and the intensity of feeling, finally pushing his head away and begging him to stop.
Afterwards, his lips on hers tasted of sugar and ice cream and her.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Maggie opened her eyes and saw that she and Kyle were laying on his living room floor with a blanket thrown over them. She stretched with a wince. Man, that was some work out. Each of those aches was well earned and she planned to enjoy the memory of the night before with each and every protest of her muscles.
“Thanks for the compliment. I’m glad you think so.”
She sighed in frustration. “You’re deliberately trying to confuse me and yank my chain.”
“No, I want you to yank mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows and she dissolved into laughter and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Maggie, I want you to stay the night. I want to wake up with you in the morning. I don’t have a rule book. I just go by what I feel. This is all new to me too, you know. You’re the first woman who’s ever slept in this bed. I’m not normally a spend-the-night-with-me kind of guy. I told you, I’m wooing you, Margaret Wright.”
She snorted and snuggled back into him. “In that case, I’ve got to tell you that wooing has totally exceeded my expectations. By the way, I have the day off tomorrow. Are you going back to work?”
“You temptress! I do have to work, but I can do it from my office downstairs. Why? Are you actually opening up enough to spend the day with me?”
“I thought we could at least have a nice breakfast.”
“And lunch and don’t forget I’m making you dinner. You did already agree to have dinner with me. I think you should just stay in my bed all day, naked. I’ll bring you anything you need, including me.”
She cracked a smile. “I like you, Kyle Chase.”
He sobered and kissed her, a bare brush of his lips across hers. “Oh good, ‘cause I like you too, Maggie. A whole hell of a lot.”
“Enough to cough up that coffee ice cream you lured me over here with?”
He burst out laughing. “For a tiny little thing, you sure eat a lot.”
“I have a fast metabolism.”
He sat up. “It sounds good. Let’s go.” He pulled on a pair of sweats and she grabbed what she thought was her shirt but it was his. Moving to put it down and look for her own shirt, he startled her when he put a hand on her arm. “No, put it on.”
She pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up. Of course, she had to roll the sleeves a few times and the hem came to her knees but shivers ran down her spine when she caught him watching her with that lazy cat look of his.
“Damn, this will change the way I feel every time I hear Keith Urban sing, ‘You Look Good In My Shirt’. You look so good that I want to throw you right back down on the mattress and climb between those thighs of yours.”
“Later, I want ice cream,” she said and it ended on a squeal because he lunged at her. She ran past him and down the stairs laughing.
He dished up two bowls of ice cream and they spread out a blanket on the living room floor, watching a movie while they ate. Or they watched the beginning of a movie anyway.
Kyle took her bowl and put it aside. “Done eating?”
She cocked her head at him. “Well, since I allowed you to take my bowl without protest, I’d say yes.”
“Good. Because I’m not done eating.” His lips curved up and she gasped as he pushed her back onto the blanket. Making quick work of the buttons on her shirt, he pushed it off. She looked up at him, watching his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he reached out and brought his bowl over.
With a yelp, she nearly shot up off the floor as he drizzled ice cream over her br**sts. But soon that yelp became a moan as he licked up the sweet liquid with the flat of his tongue. The cold ice cream followed by the heat of his tongue gave her goose flesh.
“Hmmm, where else would this ice cream taste good?” He raised an eyebrow as he spooned it down her belly and over her thighs.
She watched him as he licked his way down her belly and over her thighs. He pushed them open. “I need my hands, Red. Hold yourself open for me so I can lick all of you.”
Her breath caught but she did as he asked.
His cold tongue licked up through the folds of her pu**y and around her clit and she couldn’t resist rolling her hips.
“Sweeter than ice cream and I can eat it in any weather,” he murmured against her.
Her hips raised up involuntarily and she whispered his name. “You like that, Maggie?” he murmured and flicked his tongue over her clit. “Damn, but your pu**y is sweet. Sweet and wet.” He pressed a finger deep into her and shuddered as the walls of her pu**y gripped him. “I like that you’re so slick for me.”
She was beyond a place where she could form the words to tell him how good he felt there between her thighs. All she had were whimpers and breathless sighs as her head slowly moved from side to side. The muscles in her thighs and abdomen began to tremble as orgasm approached.
When he hooked his fingers inside her and found her sweet spot she rolled her hips and cried out. The pleasure was sharp edged, nearly too much to bear.
“Yes, Maggie. Come for me, honey,” he said just before he slowly sucked her clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it just slightly.
In a rush of intense sensation, her climax drowned her as her very cells exploded in heat and light and pleasure. Wave after wave shuddered through her in a seemingly endless pattern. Wringing her out, flooding her mind and body.
He continued, not stopping until he’d pushed her into another aftershock orgasm and she sobbed with pleasure and the intensity of feeling, finally pushing his head away and begging him to stop.
Afterwards, his lips on hers tasted of sugar and ice cream and her.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Maggie opened her eyes and saw that she and Kyle were laying on his living room floor with a blanket thrown over them. She stretched with a wince. Man, that was some work out. Each of those aches was well earned and she planned to enjoy the memory of the night before with each and every protest of her muscles.
