Just One Week (Just One Song) by Stacey Lynn

shiver. He leans forward, pressing himself against me, and brings his lips to my ear, kissing my jaw lightly once. “What are you so afraid of?”
    I turn to face him. My pulse is pounding in my ears and I can feel every single place on my body where he is connected to me, pressing in to me, and searching me. How is he doing this?
    “You.”
    It’s the most honest with him I’ve ever been. His face falls to my shoulder and I feel him nod against it. Like he finally understands what I’ve been keeping from him, and I’m shocked because it’s the first time I’ve admitted it to myself and out loud. Chase scares the hell out of me.
    We lay like that for a while, our naked bodies pressed against each other, in complete silence. And then he starts moving. His hand slides down my sides, lightly brushing my exposed breasts and sending shockwaves through me. He continues further down until his hand rest at the apex of my thighs. My legs spread apart, silently giving him permission.
    “Let me take care of you,” he whispers again into my ear. It should sound safer than his earlier declaration, but it’s not. My stomach tightens for a fraction and his hand on me stops moving, waiting for my permission.
    I nod. It happens before I have time to think about it, but I don’t want to tell him no either. For Chase, the simple nod is enough because his hand begins moving against me, pressing into my opening with his fingers, spreading my wetness around as he begins kissing my ear. My body ignites as he murmurs sexy words into my ear about how wet I am, how much he wants me, and I lay there, shivering beneath him while my body becomes sweaty and hot and needing more of him.
    I gasp as he presses another finger into me, turning it slowly as he kisses his way to my breasts. He licks one of my nipples before sucking it lightly, playfully, into his mouth and my hands fly to his head, holding him there.
    My hips press against him, needing him and I moan as he continues to lick and suck on my nipples, fondling my breasts while continuing to speak to me, his hot breath against my skin making me erupt.
    “Chase,” I moan. I’m almost there, my orgasm is building inside of me and I know he can feel it too.
    He stops his ministrations on my body and looks at me, his eyes piercing me with such emotion I have to fight the urge to clench my eyes shut. I nod, though, giving him approval and silently tell him what I want.
    His fingers leave me and I feel empty, but his eyes don’t leave mine as he tears open a condom packet and rolls it on. He settles himself and cups my neck with his hands again. His fingers lace together behind my head so I can’t move my head away from him and I know he’s doing this on purpose. He wants my eyes on him. He wants me to see everything.
    Slowly, he begins to enter me, sliding in a small amount, allowing my body time to get used to him, and then pulling back out. My hands go to his backside, cupping him, trying to force him into me but he’s stronger than me and I can’t move him more than he wants to be moved.
    His eyes stay on mine the entire time, speaking an emotion more powerful than any words can say. I want to close my eyes so I can ignore it, but I can’t. I can only stare into his dark gray eyes, watch his eyebrows furrow in concentration, and a small frown line appear between his eyes. His jaw tightens once he is complete inside of me and then he stops and continues watching me.
    His thumbs move along my jaw, caressing me tenderly before he finally begins to move. He moves in and out, slowly, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. He kisses my jaw, my neck, and my collarbone, keeping our entire bodies pressed together and I can’t do anything except hold on to him, move with him, and fight back the tears that suddenly want to fall.
    I swallow harshly as he kisses my throat. “Let me love you, Mia.”
    He murmurs it so softly against my skin; a sob breaks through my throat and a tear