Page 23 of Serenading Reagan
They both groaned as he rammed himself into her tight core all the way to the hilt. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he paused and dropped his head onto her shoulder.
They stayed that way for a moment, breathing as one, linked together as close as two people could possibly be. Then slowly, Chase began rocking back and forth, his cock rubbing the inside of Reagan intimately.
“Goddamnit, Reagan,” he ground out as he thrust in and out. “I can barely hold on to my control. What are you doing to me, woman?”
Reagan couldn’t even formulate a response as she lost herself to the rising sensations deep within her soul. As he continued to move, her climax built stronger and stronger. When she felt him swell inside of her, she knew he was close to the edge as well.
He confirmed that when he gasped in her ear. “Fly with me, Red. Let go and soar.”
With a cry of Chase’s name, Reagan flew into her release and felt the surge of his orgasm seconds later.
After he climbed off her and disposed of the condom, Chase walked back to where she still lay on the table. Wordlessly he picked her up into his arms and held her close. Reagan closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling the musky aroma of Chase and sex. Deep in her mind, she fleetingly worried about Chase carrying her, especially while she was naked. But it felt so good to be in his arms, and she was so tired, in the best possible way, that for once her inner voice was quiet and she just enjoyed the moment.
When he walked into a dark room and lay her down gently on a soft mattress, she sighed and turned onto her side sleepily. He climbed in behind her and fitted his body around hers. One arm draped over her stomach and his hand found a place to rest between her breasts. He felt warm and comfortable, and Reagan quickly felt an easy sleep come over her. As she drifted off, she heard a voice whisper words that she would later wonder if she had dreamt.
“You could be it for me, Red.”
* * *
When Chase woke up the next morning it took him a few minutes to register what the warm, soft weight was that rested on his chest. He laid his cheek against the top of Reagan’s head and smiled. Waking up with her in his arms brought a sense of calm to his soul that he had never felt. He was secure, comfortable, and entirely content in this moment.
When she stirred in his arms, he shifted their bodies so that they were lying side by side facing each other. As her beautiful green eyes blinked open, he smiled softly.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Reagan stretched, arching her back like a cat. The action thrust her breasts toward him, and he couldn’t resist leaning down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. Her answering moan was exactly the response he was hoping for, so he gently pushed her over onto her back and proceeded to tease and love on her breasts for several minutes until she was a writhing, gasping mess underneath him.
“Chase… more… please…” she said on a breathy sigh.
He was happy to comply and quickly slid on a condom then moved between her legs. Slowly he eased his cock inside of her tight channel, feeling the grip of her thighs around his waist. He tangled his hands with hers above her head and gently rocked back and forth. Reagan had a dreamy smile on her face as her body rocked against his.
Steadily Chase could feel his climax building inside, like a fire being stoked into an inferno. When the telltale signs of release zapped down his spine and Reagan’s body began to clench around his cock, he leaned down to press his lips to hers. They breathed as one, lungs rising and falling together as their bodies soared into their orgasms at the same time.
Chase collapsed on top of Reagan, holding himself off just enough not to crush her with his weight. The feel of her arms holding him tightly to her body filled him with a peaceful happiness.
“Damn, Red, that’s my new favorite way to wake up.”
Reagan smiled back up at him before running her hands through his hair. “Mine too.” She glanced over at the clock on his bedside table and groaned. “I have to go, Chase. I still need to go home to shower and get dressed for work.”
He leaned back down and kissed her deeply. “I’ll let you go, beautiful, but only if you agree to go out with me on Saturday.”
Reagan’s face lit up with excitement. “What do you have in mind?”
“Leave that to me, Red.”
“Another surprise?” Her voice was skeptical, but happy.
“Yep. I’ll get you to relax and enjoy surprises eventually.”
“I’ll allow it this time, but only because your last surprise was so much fun.”
Chase smiled down at her, pleased she trusted him enough to let him plan another secret date. Now his only job was to make sure their day together was as incredible as their first date had been. Luckily, he had a pretty good idea of what they could do.
Chapter 11
The next few days passed by far too slowly for Chase. He played again at the pub on Thursday with the band, and his next performance would be on Saturday after his day with Reagan. He had spent his spare time writing more songs, perfecting the ones he had already written, and planning their date.
He’d talked or texted with Reagan every night since she had left his apartment Wednesday morning and still, it wasn’t enough. She had been busy at work all week, and her evenings had been spent with Callie and Anna. Selfishly he had hoped she would make time for him again, or at least invite him over at night, but deep down he understood that she was trying to take it a bit slower. He was ready for their relationship to move ahead with the speed of a jet plane, but she was cautious, clearly preferring a more normal pace. Still, he was surprised by the intensity of his desire to see her, be near her, all the damn time. He felt consumed by thoughts of Reagan, memories of their time together, and anticipation of what was hopefully to come. Yet, even with his overwhelmingly positive feelings about their relationship, he knew he was holding back. He still questioned how Reagan, how all of their friends, would react to finding out the truth about his past. Honestly, he was surprised—relieved, but surprised—that they had not yet realized who he really was. He knew that his past as Chase Thomas, bad-boy drummer, would catch up to him eventually. And when his experience with drugs and that dark lifestyle came to light, would they accept that it was in his past? Or would they question if it would ever be a part of his future?
