You’re the Reason, стр. 38

Holy shit.

Chase, shirtless and sweaty, punched a punching bag that hung from the ceiling. He didn’t notice me right away, so I watched him annihilate the bag, his fists relentless.

I knew he was built. I’d been privy to a front-row, show-and-tell session in my bed Saturday night. But this display of hotness and power was something else entirely. The sweat gave his muscles definition I hadn’t noticed before. An X-rated vision of what I’d like to be doing with him pressed against me flashed through my mind.

“You gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Chase asked.

I shook off the vision to find him standing there with his arms crossed. My eyes drank him in. “I…um…”

Dimples pinched into the sides of his mouth deeper than I’d ever seen them.

“Do you do this often?” Stupid question.

“Uh huh.”

“So, you’re a boxer in your free time?”

He smiled. “No, but I’d be a damn good one.”

I walked into the room and straddled a nearby weight bench, awaiting more of the show. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

He watched me settle onto the bench. “I didn’t know what time you were coming over. I can go get showered.”

“So soon?”

He stared at me, trying to figure out what I was getting at. Instead of beating the hell out of the bag some more, he walked over and straddled the weight bench so he faced me. “Hi.”

“You’re sweaty.”

“Uh huh.”

“I like you sweaty.”

He threw back his head, and a mix between a humorless laugh and a groan escaped him.

“What?”

“Do you really think you can say something like that to a guy when you’re sitting this close looking all hot and smelling all sweet?”

“Should I not have said it?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows.

“Oh, no. You should’ve. Just once we’re alone in my room.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His sweaty nose brushed mine, and instead of being turned off by the beads of sweat shifting to my skin, I scooted closer, tunneling my fingers into the back of his damp hair and deepening the kiss.

Chase pulled out of the kiss. “Aw, fuck, Soph. Let’s go up to my room.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He led me upstairs and left me in his room so he could shower.

I sat on the edge of his bed, playing on my phone—anything to pass the time before his return. The vision of him in that basement with those glistening muscles pounding away at the punching bag overwhelmed me. I’d never been so turned on by just looking at a guy before, but there was something about Chase that made me want to throw caution to the wind and just enjoy the ride.

The knob on his door rattled a few minutes later and the door opened. Chase stepped through the doorway with a towel hung low around his waist, that distinct V carved into his hips, and water droplets clinging to his skin. “I figured if you liked me sweaty, you’d like me all wet,” he said with a smirk, closing the door behind him.

I swallowed hard. Damn straight I did.

He moved toward the bed. My head tipped back to meet his gaze, all hooded and sexy. “What shall we do now?” he mused.

I placed my phone on his nightstand and slipped my hands over the towel at his hips.

His eyes dropped to my hands, waiting for my next move.

I trailed them slowly around to the front, slipping my thumb to where the towel was secured and loosening it. Chase made no move to grab for the slipping towel as it dropped to the floor.

My pulse began to thump as I slowly lifted my eyes from the towel on the floor to his erection in front of my face.

“Now what?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

I slowly met his gaze, having no idea what to do next. I mean I knew what I could do, but was that what I should do?

Gauging my indecision, he leaned forward until I had to lay back on his bed. I scooched up so my legs no longer hung off the side.

He covered me with his naked body and a drop of his wet hair landed on my cheek. He leaned down and licked it.

I smiled. “What shall we do now?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things we should do now,” he said, before his lips crashed down on mine.

My body fell slack, every part of me at his mercy. Or was I? I reached down between us and grabbed hold of his erection. Even as we kissed, he sucked in a sharp breath. I moved my hand over the thick length of him. He deepened the kiss, urging me on. I tightened my grip and pumped my fist up and down.

He tore his lips from mine and buried them in the crook of my neck, covering my skin with open-mouthed kisses that had my head falling back as I continued pumping my fist.

“Fuck, Soph,” he said between kisses to my neck. “Where the hell did you learn how to do this?”

“I—”

“Wait, I don’t want to know.” His mouth captured mine, this time his tongue pushed inside and I could barely keep up. This kiss was hurried and desperate. And I hoped it was because of what I was doing to him.

I continued pumping my fist—faster and harder, doing whatever garnered a reaction from him. Sharp breaths were good. Groans were even better.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase said, tearing his lips from mine and burying his mouth in my neck. He thrust into my hand as I continued moving. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as he spilled out onto my arm and hand as I continued pumping until