Caught in Us (Caught Series Book 4) - Kacey Shea (e manga reader .txt) 📗

Her eyes go wide, but there’s no shock on her face. Only amusement.

“I love your smart mouth, but if you suggest any profession other than firefighting, there will be consequences.”

“Oh?” Her brows lift, a glint in her gorgeous eyes. “So, no future in law enforcement, then?” She pops off the bed, racing toward the living area as her laughter trails behind.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” I call out as I push off the bed, stopping to pull a pair of boxers from my dresser and yank them on. I grab one of my clean T-shirts, a county fire one, and stalk into the other room. She stands in my kitchen, nude and grinning like she won this round.

“Don’t think I’m letting you get off so easy.” I walk forward, caging her against the counter. My lips hover over hers. I already want another taste. “You’re going to pay for that later.”

“Promise?”

Fuck me. “Yes,” I practically growl before stealing a kiss. It shouldn’t feel this way, especially after the sex we just shared. But lust runs through my veins. Unstoppable. Untamable, like a fire out of control. She does this to me and I almost forgot how addictive it is. I pull away, panting and my cock hard. “Now, put on a damn shirt before my neighbors get a view of this fantastic rack.” I palm her breast, giving her nipple a squeeze before handing her my shirt.

She puts it on without argument as I pull items from the fridge. I glance over my shoulder, taking her in. The shirt fits more like a dress. God, I think it’s my new favorite outfit on her.

She and I work together, piling together ingredients to make a few sandwiches. It's a simple, perfect moment. One I commit to memory. One that stirs an ache in my chest. Because having her here, wearing my clothes and in my space, does something to me. This woman. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s it for me. Now all I need to do is convince her what my heart already knows, and find a way to make her stay.

32

Alicia

I can’t get over how right this feels. Me. Him. Talking and laughing like we did during our summer in Kitty Hawk. It fills my mind with possibilities I have no business entertaining. Because no matter how good or perfect this moment is, I still fly back to London in a few days. We have a child together and live an ocean apart. And at the end of the day, we’re still two recovering addicts. No matter how good this feels, I can’t let my guard down.

This joy consuming my heart won’t last. I don’t deserve it anyway.

“You full?” he asks, nodding to my empty plate. “I can make another sandwich? Heat up leftover pasta?”

“I’m good.” I rub my belly and wink, needing to infuse some humor back into my thoughts. “You’re the perfect host. I give this place five stars. Highly recommend.”

He grins. “Make sure you leave a Yelp review.” He stretches his arms overhead, his muscles flexing in a way that would make my panties wet. If I were wearing any. A yawn escapes his mouth. “Should we head back to bed?”

“You’re tired?” Disappointment hits me square in the chest. As much as I know it won’t last forever, I’m not ready for this night to be over.

Chase’s palm slides over my hip, his body brushing against mine. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

Okay, then. My body thrills with anticipation. “What did you have in mind?” I tip my chin up, my lips needing to brush against his.

His arm bands around my waist, effectively tugging up the fabric covering my backside. He palms one of my ass cheeks, rubbing it before leveling a playful slap. “You.” He slaps it again. “Me.” And another. “Fucking.” He gives my butt one last tap. “Anything else is gravy.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

His brows lift, the flecks of gold in his chocolatey brown eyes catching the light. “Oh, I know you can.” He stoops down, his hand clasping around the backs of my thighs and then he’s up, carrying me over his shoulder and hauling me back to his bedroom like some kind of Neanderthal.

I love it.

“Is this how you train for fire rescues?” A giggle escapes my lips.

“I wish.” He chuckles, stopping at the foot of his bed. “Down you go.”

I expect him to toss me onto the bed but he surprises me, returning me to the mattress with a gentleness one wouldn’t expect from such a strong, built guy. I rise on my knees and meet his lips for a kiss that starts sweet but elevates with my racing pulse.

My hands explore his body, fingers dancing over his skin to memorize every curve, dip, and valley. I take my time, kissing him, sucking along his neck, and stroking his cock from over his boxer briefs. There’s a need to draw out his pleasure, to make this last and build up the delicious tension coiling inside until it snaps.

He lets me set the pace this time, caressing my skin and waiting to pull the T-shirt over my head until I tug his boxers down. His fingers play with my clit, and when he slips one finger inside, my arousal heightens. It’s good, but I need more.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper against his lips.

“Yes.” He breaks our kiss, patting along the rumpled bedding until he uncovers one of the condom wrappers. He rips it open and sheaths himself. “How do you want it, baby?”

I want him under me, over me, behind me. I want him like this, hard and ready for me, forever. The thought scares me and I almost get lost in my head.

“Alicia?” He cups my face. “Tell me how you want me.”

“I want to ride you.” I am desperate for control. With my heart and thoughts racing, I’m afraid this is the only kind I’ll find.

Chase lays back on the mattress,