Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 72

-Sofia-

My breath caught. "Chase..."

"Sofia... I love you," he murmured, sincerity lacing each syllable.

Since I was a teenager, I have longed to hear him say those words. Back then, I imagined how it would feel at the receiving end of his confession. I imagined millions of butterflies flying out of their cage and fluttering inside my belly. I imagined seeing the sunrise after an entire night of the raging storm.

It would be beautiful, magical, epic.

And it was. I got no words. I choked on a flirty giggle and bit my lip. "You do?"

Ocean-colored eyes narrowed to slits as he fought off a smile threatening to stretch his lips. "What's funny?" "Nothing." I murmured, falling into a fit of laughter, and then it hit me. He loves me. He said those magical words. "Oh my God," I gasped, hands covering my mouth.

Chase tucks a mischievous loose strand of my hair behind my ears, his fingertips leaving a trail of ignited nerves down the columns of my throat. "I love you."

I threw my hands around his neck and sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you, Chase," I whispered quietly, wondering if he had heard me.

He gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes. Those blue hues moved from my eyes to my lips and back again. "Be mine, Sofia," he leaned in, his nose grazing mine, and I buckled. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free."I want to do things properly this time around. I want you there on my birthday, Christmas, New Year, and all other f*****g holidays. I want those anniversaries, and if you want us to wear matching clothes, I'll do that too. I want everything with you, baby."

My heart swelled at his confession.

His hands slid up my nape, spearing into my hair, forehead pressed together as his lips brushed against mine in a gentle kiss.

"Please, be my girlfriend."

I nodded. Claws of emotions clutched my neck; even breathing was difficult.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

He crushed his mouth to mine, and I swear I saw galaxies explode at the back of my eyelids. This should be our first kiss. This is how I imagined it would be.

His gentle caress didn't last much longer. He kissed me hard, his tongue finding mine. It turned frantic and desperate; my insides burned in flames, trembling with need. The need to be close, the need to be one with him.

His hands cradled my jaw, pushed my chin up with his thumb as he dragged his tongue down my throat. A gasp tumbled past my lips as he gripped my hips and moved me above his erection.

"Fuck," he groaned, his tongue lapping over the ridges of my throat. "I promised to take things at your pace. I want to be a gentleman, Sofia."

I buried my fingers in his hair, tugging. His hands moved down my side, skimming every curve, sliding me back and forth over his cock.

"Don't," I moaned, and he paused. I nearly groaned in protest when he stopped what he was doing. "Don't stop," I elaborated. "Don't be a gentleman."

My legs tightened around his waist. I moved my hips over his hardened bulge; it was f*****g shameful. I think might have come from dry humping.

I whimpered when he resumed what he'd been doing. He kissed my chest, one hand squeezing the globes of my a*s, and the other crept under my top, resting on the underside of my b****t. "Chase," I breathe. The pulsating in my center was deafening.

It had been so long, and my toys were nothing compared to his touch. Dreams of us filled my nights.

Sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night needing to touch myself because I dreamt he was here, doing bad, dirty things to my body. Now he's here. I don't want him to hold back.

"I miss you, Sofia. Being away from you was fucking torture," he murmured, lifting my sweater along with my shirts over my head.

I was panting as his eyes took in my body. "You're perfect, baby," he murmured, cupping my bra-clad breast. He pushed them together and nuzzled his face in the middle. I threw my head back, moaning as his tongue grazed my skin. "You smell so damn good. It drives me wild."

"Chase, please," I pleaded. I like hearing him say nice things, but if he doesn't start touching me properly, I might go crazy. My panties were wet; they moved with each grind of my hips.

Chase chuckled darkly. "You just have to ask, Sofia. You never have to beg me to touch you."

I squealed when he threw me down on the blanket, kneeling between my legs.

"This," he said, unbuckling my jeans, whipping them away until I was only in my knickers, "this had always been in my head every f*****g day since you left. You lying like a goddess, your hair sprawled against my pillows, heaving, panting for my cock." He lay beside me, taking both my wrists and cuffed them above my head with his hand. His free hand slipped into the band of my underwear. "You ruined me, Sofia."

I could say the same to him, but whatever words I was about to sputter died down to a moan when he slid a finger over my c**t. My nerves fired off. My need to come skyrocketing made me whimper.

He watched me as he continued teasing me. His breath came labored like mine, licking my lips as he stroked me again. He lapped at my lower lip, and I parted them, inviting him to devour me. I sucked at his tongue, eliciting a groan from him.

He kept caressing me until I was a whimpering mess. He brought me to the edge of my o****m, only to slow down when I was on the brink of exploding.

"Chase..." I panted, breathless, as Chase stopped all stimulation and stared down at me.

I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he undressed. His movement was slow, as though he was determined to prolong torturing me.

"Say it again," he murmured, slotting himself between my parted legs. My mouth practically watered at how hard and ready he was.

"I love you," I said, reaching for his cock, stroking him gently. "Now, put this inside me before I change my mind." I gripped him tight enough to make him hiss.