Crazy Love - Krista & Chase (33 page)

As if wishing it into existence, Chase placed his hands over Krista’s hips. But instead of moving them around to her center, as she had hoped, he said, “Bend over.”

At his words, a shot of arousal (so strong her knees almost buckled under its power) spread through her entire being. Her breaths came in rapid succession as she leaned forward, resting her arms on her vanity table. Feeling dizzy with desire, she laid her head on her hands, which were both fisted in sheer excitement.

His hands roamed up and down her back. She could feel the power in his fingers and the rough ridges of his calluses against her smooth skin. His attention moved lower, his hands skimming over her rounded cheeks. His fingers kneaded her firm backside, causing her nipples to harden as they rubbed against the cold, glossy surface of the table. With each brush, they became more and more sensitized.

“Spread your legs,” he gritted out.

As she parted her legs, a rush of moisture dampened her sex. She heard a male growl of satisfaction as she felt the broad head of Chase’s manhood positioned at her opening. Slowly, applying just enough pressure, he rubbed the crown of his shaft up and down her slick seam. Her sex pulsed against the delicious sensation. He continued masterfully teasing her until she wanted to scream, beg, cry—anything—if he would just finish what he promised and bury himself inside of her.

Her hands fisted tighter in need, her nails digging into her palms. She was teetering on the verge of breaking and taking the lead when she felt Chase’s hand at the nape of her neck. His fingers wrapped around her hair, and he tugged it with just enough force that it made her cry out with pleasure.

Krista opened her eyes to find herself staring at her own wanton expression in the mirror. She felt his throbbing erection settle against her ass, one hand still tangled in her hair the other grasping her hip tightly, as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I want you looking at me when I bury myself inside you.”

She shuddered at his provocative words and a sweet shock of bliss exploded between her legs.

He rose back to a standing position. Her eyes stayed locked on his. His hand left her hip and moved to his shaft as he positioned himself once again at her swollen sex. Krista felt a tantalizing sting at the base of her neck as Chase tightened his grip, moving his other hand back to her hip as he drove into her in one deep thrust, filling her fully.

She cried out in ecstasy as he pulled out and repeated the motion.

As she felt herself drifting into a mindless oblivion of pleasure, her last conscious thought was that she was glad she’d let him take the lead. Best. Decision. Ever.

* * *

Watching their reflection in the mirror was one of the hottest things Chase had ever seen. It was sexy and raw. A potent aphrodisiac.

Chase felt his release building with each thrust of his hips. His body filled with a hot rush of need as he worked to keep his strokes measured and even. He could feel Krista’s body contracting around his in tight spasms. He knew that she was just seconds away from going up and over the edge.

Strands of her hair pulled taut against his fingers as he tightened his grip tangled in her soft locks. He pulsed heavily inside of her as her inner walls milked his rock-hard erection, contracting faster and faster as she reached her peak. Needy sounds escaped Krista’s mouth along with fevered exclamations.

“Oh God! Yes,” she cried out as her eyes closed and she moved her hands back and gripped his strong thighs, holding onto him with urgency. He continued surging in and out of her as her body clamped tightly around him, staying with her as she rode out her climax to completion.

After the last pulses finally subsided Krista sighed heavily, her arms falling limp against the round wooden table. Slumping over, she laid her cheek against its cold surface. Untangling his fingers from her hair, Chase ran his hand firmly up and down the slope of her slim back, sensually massaging her as he rolled his hips against hers, one hand gripped her waist keeping her securely in place.

Krista’s breathing deepened as Chase’s seductive back rub increased in pressure as he moved his hips in rhythmic strokes.

“Mmm, that feels sooo good,” she said as her eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head to once again meet his lust-filled gaze in the mirror.

Chase wanted to touch her. Everywhere. This position limited his ability to do that.

Not wanting to break their intimate contact, even for a moment, Chase bent his knees and sat on the chair directly behind him, guiding Krista down on his lap with him as he sat. Her body was easily manipulated in its sated state. His fingers wrapped around her small waist and pulled her body snugly against his. The small movement tilted her hips back causing his steel shaft to slide even deeper into her tight, silken heat.

At the increased depth of his erection Krista’s lips parted and her eyes rolled back as she leaned against Chase’s chest. Moving his hands lower, he ran his fingers along her supple thighs. Slowly, his touch grazed up and down her soft skin as he grinded his hips sensually against the softness of her backside, his hard length moving inside her moist sheath. With each small movement he could feel her body stirring back to life.

His eyes were captivated by the mirror’s reflection of Krista’s breasts as they rose and fell. Her breathing becoming more and more labored with each slow pass of his hands over her body. Dipping his fingers into the moist crevice at the apex between her thighs, he touched her gently. Krista’s body jerked against his as his thumb grazed over her sensitized pleasure nub. Biting down on her lower lip her hands flew up and grasped his upper arms. His hard column of flesh swelled at the feel of her distended bud, slick with her own arousal, beneath his fingertips and the sting of her nails digging into his biceps.

Needing to feel more of her Chase watched through the mirror as his hands moved along the smooth creaminess of her inner thighs. His heart pounded harder, faster in his chest as he spread her legs apart and settled them on the outside of his own. The chair, they were erotically positioned on, was far enough back from the table that he could see, in the mirror, the place where their bodies intimately joined.

Trailing his fingers back up her silky skin, one hand moved to Krista’s dewy lush center, while the other ran up her body and he cupped her brazenly exposed breast in his palm. His fingers wrapped around her taut pink nipple. Pinching. Massaging. Caressing.

He felt a rush of warmth cover his groin as his fingers teased both the tips of her breasts and the hood of her sex. Krista’s body began shaking as his own was straining with pent up release.

“Open your eyes,” his husky command filled the room.

She did as he asked. The moment she saw their titillating reflection Krista sucked in an audible breath and her inner walls clamped down tightly around his manhood. A flush rose up her chest as she watched Chase touch her between her legs, watched his fingers roll her pebble-hard nipples as his palm enveloped the luscious weight of her breast.

Krista’s hips began moving faster, pressing her most sensitive spot harder against the pad of his thumb. He continued circling it, then brushing over it as her breathy moans increased in volume.

Chase felt her legs begin to tremble against his as her feminine walls began fluttering around his hard rod. He held his own release at bay for just a moment so he could watch as Krista fell apart in his arms. Until finally, he felt his body convulse with the sheer force of his climax. He heard a harsh groan of male satisfaction rip from him as he rode out the wild, pulsating waves of sheer ecstasy.

As he drifted back to consciousness he could hear a ringing sound that he sometimes heard after the band had played huge concert arenas; Krista had literally rocked his world. Her head was resting back against his shoulder. Running his fingers through her hair, damp with perspiration, he kissed her temple softly whispering, “Damn, I love you.”

A small smile tilted her full lips but her eyes remained closed, “I love you.”

Helping Krista up he stood and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the side of her table and quickly cleaned them both off. Looking down he noticed that the t-shirt she’d pulled from the drawer looked familiar. It was the one that she’d “borrowed” from him when they were in middle school. When she first grabbed it, Chase hadn’t recognized it because he’d been too concentrated on the fact that she was walking around in a bra, panties, and “fuck me” heels.

“I can’t believe you still have this. Do you still wear it?” he asked as he lifted it up the tattered and faded shirt.

Her eyes followed his hands and she nodded happily as her lips parted in a huge yawn.

Chase smiled at just how unbelievably adorable Krista managed to be while being smokin’ sexy hot. Knowing that she needed sleep, and if he didn’t cover up her insanely tempting body he couldn’t trust himself to let her get that sleep, Chase placed the shirt over Krista’s head and she pushed her arms through it.

Lifting her into his arms, Krista’s body melted into his as he carried her to her bed. After he laid her down, he removed both of her heels and made a mental note to ask her to wear them again (soon!). Then he crawled in beside her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as humanly possible.

Chase was finally home.

C
hase stepped out into the darkness and pulled the front door to Krista’s house shut as quietly as he could. As he walked down the driveway, the song “Walking on Sunshine” was playing in his head. For the first time in his life, everything was going well. His career was better than he could ever have dreamed it to be. He finally felt like he had some closure with his past. He and his mom were closer than they’d ever been, and she was doing better than he could have hoped for.

And none of those came close to comparing to Krista. Things between them were good. Really good. Last night, instead of sleeping, he’d held her in his arms and they’d talked for hours. About life. About the past. About the future. About everything.

He’d almost asked her to marry him there in her room while she’d been lying in his arms. He’d had the ring with him. He’d bought it when he was in Austin. The only thing that had stopped him from proposing was that Krista deserved more. When he proposed to her, he wanted it to be at the Empire State Building or the Eiffel Tower. Not her bedroom the night before he was leaving for a six-month tour.

Not that they would be apart that entire time. They had worked out a rough schedule, and it looked like they would be able to see each other every two weeks. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it was doable. Anything was doable as long as he had Krista. He felt not only like he had a new lease on life, but also more inspired than ever before. He was ready to take on the world.

Opening the door, he hopped into the SUV. “Morning, boys.”

“Mornin’,” Chip said out of the corner of his mouth as he held his unlit cigar between his lips.

After shutting the door, Chase looked over to see Tully pouring over the iPad he held in front of him as the SUV rocked, pulling away from the curb. Tully’s shaggy hair had fallen in a curtain around his face so Chase couldn’t read his expression, but his body language seemed tense.

“Everything okay?” Chase asked, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. When Tully did not answer immediately, the sinking feeling grew to the size of the Grand Canyon.

After several moments, Tully glanced up at Chase with a grave expression on his face. “We have a situation.”

“What?” Chase really didn’t need the lead-in. He was beginning to understand why Krista had gotten so frustrated at his declarations that
he’d needed to talk to her
.

Tully turned the iPad so that the screen was facing Chase’s direction. “They’re running the story later today. But it’s already leaked to several online publications.”

Illuminated on the screen were side-by-side photos. One was of him kissing Serena, the model he’d dated from Los Angeles, as she left his hotel room in Austin. It had to have been taken when she’d come out to visit a couple of months ago. Beside it was a photo of him kissing Krista down by the river. She was in his arms, his hands gripping her backside, her legs wrapped tightly around him. It was taken the day of the parade.