Page 40 of Serenading Reagan
A soft knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. Without a care for the fact that all he was wearing was a pair of navy-blue sweatpants, Chase opened the door and felt the stutter of his heart coming back to life.
“Reagan.” Her name came out on a slow breath. She was here. He could only hope that was a good sign.
“Hi, Chase,” she said softly. “Can I come in?”
He stood back to let her in, holding himself back from touching her, no matter how desperately he needed the comfort of her arms. “Of course you can, babe.”
She walked in and put her purse on his counter, then turned to look at him. He didn’t miss the way her eyes dropped down his body, or the flare of heat as she took in his bare torso and the outline of his cock where it imprinted against the soft material of his pants. He was going commando out of pure laziness and briefly wondered if that was a mistake, as just looking at his beautiful girl was making him hard. She quickly looked back at his eyes and he noticed with relief that there was some of her familiar fire in her gaze. He gestured to the couch, and when she nodded, they both walked over to sit down. Reagan was at one end and acting on instinct Chase sat in the middle, close enough to brush his leg against hers.
“Red, can I please say something first?” he asked hesitantly. He needed her to hear his apology, needed her to know just how terrible he felt about keeping things from her. When she sat back and gave him a wary yet open look, he continued.
“I know I said this, but I need to say it again. I am so fucking sorry I didn’t tell you about my past. It was just so tempting to leave that all behind and be the real me. This is the real Chase, the man you see here, the man you have fallen in love with. That’s me, Red. Not the drummer who made some shitty choices years ago.” He paused thoughtfully. “Although I guess I did make one shitty choice. And that is not telling you about my past sooner. Hell, I should have been up-front with everyone when I first met you.”
Chase could hear the regret in his voice and hoped Reagan could too. When she reached over and took his hand, he was filled with hope that maybe they could work through this mess.
“Chase, I think I understand why you didn’t say anything. It hurts, but I can get over it. I am over it, mostly.”
She pulled her hand back to fold her fingers together and Chase ached to grab her hands again, to banish the nerves he could sense she was filled with. Where had his confident, beautiful girl gone? And why was the anxious, worried Reagan back? She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with emotion.
“What did the record label guy want from you”
Realization hit Chase like a ton of bricks. “Are you worried about that?”
She answered softly, “I won’t stand in your way, Chase, if you want to consider whatever he offers.”
Chase pulled her into his lap so that her legs straddled his. He couldn’t hold back from his desperate need to hold her in his arms any longer. Not when she was filled with such uncertainty about their future.
“Reagan, babe, I’m not considering anything if you’re not by my side. Do you believe me on that?”
His words hung in the silence. Then Reagan let out a soft sigh and Chase felt the tension seep out of her body as she relaxed into his chest.
“I’m sorry, Chase,” she whispered.
He turned her head so that her face was aligned with his and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You have nothing to apologize for, Red.”
She kissed him in return, then leaned back and looked him deeply in the eyes. Chase felt his shattered heart knit back together at the love that was once again shining in her gaze.
“I do. I shouldn’t have pushed you away so quickly. I know it took a lot for you to tell me everything and I’m sorry I didn’t respect that at first. I should have listened to you and been there for you. Instead I got scared and hurt and couldn’t deal with it all.”
“It’s okay, Red. I get it, I really do. Just tell me you believe me when I say I’m sorry and I love you.”
She caressed his cheek and Chase felt that touch send warmth straight down his spine, where it coalesced into a different kind of heat.
“I do, Chase. And I love you too.”
He dipped his head forward to meet hers in a kiss that was more passionate than the last two had been. Where before he had been sweet and tentative, now he took and plundered. The desperation he had felt over needing Reagan to forgive him and stay by his side overwhelmed his senses as he devoured her, pressing needy kisses over her face and down her neck. They were still tangled together on his couch and Chase wanted nothing more than to show how much he loved Reagan properly, but that meant moving to his bedroom and at this moment he was not prepared to stop kissing her.
Thankfully, Reagan seemed just as possessed by her passion. She met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, as she raked her fingers up and down his bare back. The slight pain of her nails scratching his skin sent Chase’s arousal into overdrive as he groaned into her mouth. He reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, before twisting his body so he could capture her lace-covered breast in his mouth. Her answering gasp told him everything he needed to know about Reagan’s state of mind. She was clearly as overcome as he was.
Slowly, Chase maneuvered their bodies so that Reagan was stretched out on top of him as he lay on the couch. His hands cupped her luscious breasts as they overflowed her bra, and he gently squeezed them together, appreciating the little moan she made as he did so. Reagan’s head dropped down so that her silken red hair fell around their faces like a curtain, shutting them away in their own private love-filled world.
“Fuck, Reagan,” Chase ground out as she reached in between them to free his cock from his pants.
She looked up at him with a wild, lustful expression. “Take my clothes off, Chase, I need to feel you, all of you.”
He didn’t waste any time in helping Reagan to pull off her shorts and thong. When she sat back and reached behind her back to undo her bra, Chase took a second to just admire the curvaceous beauty of her naked body. He ran his hands up and down from her hips to her shoulders before curling himself upwards to kiss her passionately. That move brought his rigid cock into direct contact with her damp heat. His sweatpants were still mostly on, with his cock poking out the top. Reagan pulled them down just far enough to free him completely. Then, taking Chase entirely by surprise, she rose up on her knees and lowered herself over him, completely bare.
They both moaned simultaneously at the sensual slide of skin on skin.
