Chapter 9

Kim followed Chase meekly into the condo, closing the door gently behind her. She knew why she was here; the drink was just a formality, an excuse. She looked up at Chase and slid her hand against the flat planes of his stomach. Stepping closer, she brushed her lips across his. He raised his hand to the side of her face and gazed into her eyes. Just when she was about to turn away from the intense emotion she saw there, he brought his lips down on hers. He kissed her hungrily, then pulled away and smiled at her, all intensity gone from his demeanor. She wondered briefly how he shifted so easily from one attitude to another before putting it down to an occupational hazard and asking where to hang her overcoat. Chase directed her to the spare bedroom/office upstairs which was actually not much of either. She placed her jacket over the only chair in the room, glancing around at the desk and computer surrounded by boxes and baskets of belongings. Walking back down into the living room area, she found Chase waiting for her. He asked her what she wanted to drink.
"Just a beer, thanks." Kim smiled. As she unzipped her boots and placed them near the front door. "I'm actually not much of a drinker, contrary to popular belief." It was then that Chase recognized the outfit she was wearing. His blue eyes went almost black and she could hear his breath coming in short gasps. "Better yet," Kim pretended not to notice the change, "I would love a cup of coffee." "S-Sure." Chase nearly fled into the kitchen.
Kim waited for a few seconds before following him. He managed to brew the coffee and follow along with Kim's small talk, keeping himself under control. He dragged out every lesson in self-control he had learned in the military and government training to hold himself in check.
As soon as they had their coffee, they sat on the couch, leaving several inches between one another. Pretty soon, they ran out of insignificant topics and sat in silence. Less than three minutes had passed by and Kim was beginning to wonder if coming to his place had been a mistake, when she heard a noise. It startled her and she jumped, spilling coffee down the front of Chase's shirt in the process.
"Shit!" Chase jumped up and began removing his shirt.
Kim helped him with the buttons and he was soon he was free of the scorching liquid. Kim gasped when she saw his naked chest. His abs and chest were perfectly sculpted. Unable to control the urging inside of her, Kim reached out and traced the red mark the coffee had left on his torso. The feel of his skin sent warmth coursing through her veins and she could feel the aching in her core. It was then that she noticed scars peppering his chest. Grazing her fingers across each one, she followed her hands with her lips, placing butterfly kisses on each scar. Finally, she lightly trailed her tongue across the burn mark from the coffee. Chase clenched his fists and kept his hands at his sides until he felt her tongue move across his nipple. With a growl in his throat, he reached for her and pulled her mouth to his. He wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled the other hand in her hair as their tongues danced around one another and the kiss became more intense by every passing second. He could feel her breasts brushing against his chest through the material of that top and he knew his arousal was more than obvious to her. She pulled his bottom lip between her own before they parted for air. She looked up at him and smiled seductively. Grabbing onto the waistband of his slacks, she pulled him towards the stairs. When they reached his bedroom, he pulled her into another deep, searching kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more. Kim pulled him deeper into the room, pushing him into a sitting position on the bed. Straddling his legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck and relished the feeling of his lips on hers, on her neck, her shoulder, oh shit! she felt her top come undone and fall into her lap. She was almost shocked by the impish grin on Chase's face when she looked at him. Chase knew that look; she was worried that she was getting in too deep. But he didn't expect the words that followed the look. "No strings?" she asked.
"What?" he mumbled, more concerned with a study of her anatomy.
"No strings. This is just a friendly fuck, right? You aren't going to offer to marry me or anything? I want to know that I can leave tomorrow morning and never talk to you again and you won't go psycho on me." he knew the fear in her voice; he wanted to hold her and make it go away. He also knew that she would run from that kind of comfort. So he accepted the night on her terms, knowing that even if she left him tomorrow, he would have one night full of memories and sensations.

Hey guys…I am planning on adding to this story. I will post a teaser soon. )