A Test of Love: Interracial Erotic Romance (Chasing Love) (9 page)

“Well, that’s easy. You’re a hard sleeper. Sure, you wake up a little when I pick you up and mumble a full conversation with your eyes still closed, but you’re not truly awake.”

“I don’t talk in my sleep.”

“Yes, you actually do. We’ve had some amazing conversations.”

I stood and placed my hands on my hips. “What have I said?”

“That you love me and could never be loved by anyone else.”

“You’re lying.”

“You wish I was, don’t you?”

“No, it just doesn’t sound like me.”

“Trust me. You said it, and you’ll say it again when you’re awake.” He got out of bed with no shame, his sheet sliding away to reveal rock hard man.
Fuck.
If I’d been a superhero, then Chase would’ve been my kryptonite. His body weakened me. His words triggered the space between my thighs to moisten and shiver. It was wrong for this man to walk the earth with no restraints or at least government-imposed regulations. He was lethal where I was concerned. Half the time I just battled with keeping my head clear around him.

I actually joined his freaking harem back in the day, for god’s sake. I’ll have to watch his behind.

“What’s on your mind, Jazz?” He walked over and paused a foot in front of me.

“You can’t call me Jazz. It’s what most of my family calls me. It’s irritating most of the time, but it’s their thing. They’re possessive on that ability.”

“Then what will I call you?”

“Jasmine.”

“No.” He rubbed those succulent lips with two of his fingers. “I want something that I don’t have to share. I want to yell that name when I’m moving inside of you and you’re moaning those nasty little things you say in my ear.”

I swallowed. “I don’t. . .moan nasty things.”

His voice came out as a growl. “Let me show you what you do, baby.”

I edged away. “You forgot that I told you no sex until I forgive you for what you’ve done.”

“What did I do exactly?”

“I’m sorry, but did you forget that part of when you had me drugged and taken out of the country?”

“Is that what happened?”

“Yes.”

“Funny. All I remember is fine dining on my private plane and a wonderful time getting to know your family.” He stepped closer until he was right in front of me. Power radiated from him and encircled around my whole body. I felt naked and hotter than ever before. That was what that bastard could do to me just by being in my circle of space. He took over my area and controlled it. And each time, I struggled to gain my own control before I ended up being consumed. The tip of his dick pressed into my stomach. He was a madman. What type of man thought he could do that and get away with it all?

Only Chase. My spoiled man.

“It’s not going to happen so you should put that away,” I said.

“Interesting. What should I put away?”

“Your dick.”

He groaned.

“You’re deranged.”

“Yes the fuck I am, and you did it to me.”

“Oh, no.” I walked off into the bathroom. “You’d lost it way before I came into your life. Don’t try to put the blame on me.”

He trailed behind me and got in the center of the doorway. “Are we taking a shower now?”

“No.” I pulled off my gown. “
I’m
taking one and you’re going to do whatever spoiled billionaires do when they don’t get what they want.”

“I’ve never met a spoiled one that didn’t get what he desired, especially not me.”

“Well, let today be a lesson to you.” I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. A hot stream of liquid lathered my skin. I changed the temperature to a cooler one and sighed. My nipples stiffened at the water and the alpha male glaring in front of me.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He guided his view down my body, from my lips to the area between my thighs, where he kept his gaze longer.

I giggled. “I’m simply enjoying my shower.”

“You’re a naughty little siren. You’ve always been that way, luring me in with your fast wit and mind, and then trapping me with that goddamn sexy body of yours.” He closed the bathroom door behind him and leaned on it. “Is part of the lesson watching you shower?”

“No.” I slid the shower door closed to hide me.

Within seconds, it opened back up. He appeared directly in front of me and placed his foot in the way so I couldn’t shut it again. “I won’t touch, but I
will
look.”

“Says who?”

“The crazy man blocking the shower door.”

I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured it into my hair. “I’m close to kicking you out of here.”

“Do it, baby. It would make me even hotter.”

I exhaled. “This is not supposed to be foreplay.”

“No?” He closed the distance between us and entered the shower. Shrieking, I dropped the bottle. It crashed to the floor. Thick, blue liquid leaked out.

“You’re right,” he said. “There’s no foreplay happening right now, just an evil little vixen and her addicted slave.”

“I’m no vixen and you’re damn sure no one’s slave.”

“I sat outside your place and slept in a car.”

“Maybe you’re a romantic.”

“Or maybe I’m a bloody fiend. Do you know how bad I want to put my cock inside of you right now?” He seized my wet thighs with his hands and captured my mouth with his. I sucked on his tongue. It was such a bad habit to need to taste him more than any food or liquid on earth.

He drew away and caressed my hips. “How long do you think you’ll keep that sweet pussy from me?”

“Until I’m ready.”

“You look ready to me.”

“Only my body is.”

“Good. Then I’ve got your heart and body. That’s two out of three. You can keep your stubborn mind. She’s caused enough trouble in these past weeks. I need your body right now.”

Groaning, I arched into him. “No sex.”

“Damn you. Can’t you think of another word besides no?” He devoured me with those lips and commanded my skin with just a flick of his tongue. Warm water rained down on us. It was just our breathing against the sound of the shower battering the elegant tiles. He licked water off my neck in one long, erotic swipe that made me swoon. My flesh heated. My body ached. Hot steam rose around us. He bit the curve of my neck and it made me go even crazier. A war battled inside of me. Hormones flanked on the right. Logic organized on the left.

I craved him.

There was no denying that. I yearned to be bent the fuck over while Chase pounded that big, beautiful cock in any place he deemed worthy. Our attraction was never the problem. It was all the other things that reared their ugly heads into our business—his possessiveness and invasion of my privacy, his need to control everything including my life, and that underlying fear that I would never be enough woman for him, that he’d one day turn to me and beg for another woman to be in a relationship with us. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t Dawn, Wendy, or Lucy. I loved too much and needed it all for myself.

Chase shifted his battle plan to my hungry breasts. They ached for him, and he obliged with lovely circles around each throbbing nipple.

“Stop,” I whispered.

Something between a strangled groan and whine left his lips as he worked my nipple some more—sucking and licking, tenderly biting and lathering.
Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.
Shivers, hot ones, ran up and down my frame. He pinned me to him and I writhed under his muscular build.

Goddamn him.

“Please don’t make me stop.” He lifted me up and guided my legs around his waist to straddle him. His warm cock pressed between my legs. There wasn’t a better feeling than that moment, to experience that thick length right there, inches from my hungry clit. If I moved forward just enough, the tip would be massaging my bud and I would surrender it all in that bathroom just for him to fill me.

Chase targeted me with his gaze. “Tell me I don’t have to stop.”

My chest rose and fell as I tried my best to form the word no.

“Say it, baby.” Burying his face into my cleavage, he begged some more. “Please, Jasmine, please. Give me that soft pleasure. Only you know how to give it to me just right.” He squeezed the curve of my behind.

I trembled against him and murmured, “We shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t or can’t? Goddamn it.”

“Both.”

An exasperated breath escaped his lips. He stared at me as if that would be the last chance to win me over. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Then give me what I want,” he said through clenched teeth.

I almost laughed at the ferocity in his eyes. Had he lost his mind? Was this what it was like to be with him, to wrangle this sexual god and keep him at bay as much as my own mind clear?

“That’s not how it works, Chase.”

“Then how does it goddamn work? Give me the rule book so I can read it.”

“I’ve got a feeling if I gave you the book, you would destroy it and make your own.”

“Not until I’ve beaten the game.”

“That’s the problem with this situation. It isn’t a game. It’s my life, and you don’t get to do anything you want with it, especially without asking and getting my approval.”

“Is this about drugging you?”

Sighing, I climbed out of his arms. “You ask that as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. ‘Hey, baby, are you annoyed because I had a doctor drug you so I could put you on a plane against your will?’” I pounded my chest. “‘I’m Chase Stone, extravagant dominant. I get what I want. I gorge myself on the pleasures of this world. I demand it my way or nothing at all, and I’m an asshat.’”

“Well, I’m certainly not an asshat.”

Huffing, I rushed out of the shower. He watched me the whole time, water streaming down the chiseled rows of muscle on his chest. Fury pooled within those bright green eyes. He kept his hands at his sides in tight fists.

“Have you really thought this through?” he asked.

The question made me stop and face him. “Thought what through?”

“Teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you. I’m standing my ground.”

“
Tesoro
.”

I scrunched my face up in confusion. “What?”

“
Tesoro
, is what I will call you.”

“Is it Italian?”

“Yes.”

“What does it mean?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Well, for your sake, it better not mean bitch.”

“No, I’m not that crazy.”

“What does it mean? I want to know.”

“When I tell you, I’ll be inside of you, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night showing your body how serious I am.”

I shuddered, but tried to play it off as I hurried to find some clothes. “That’s going to be a long time.”

He grunted.

“I’m serious.”

“Fine. Then let’s discuss this.” He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the one place I’d rather he not hide. “I wasn’t happy with drugging you, either.”

“Well, that’s good.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“But you wouldn’t have left if I had asked you to come.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to. You just said, ‘Hey, she should be here. Let’s drug her ass and put her here. No need to ask her anything. She goes where I tell her to go.’”

“That’s not fair. I didn’t mean it that way. I was in a rush. You’d gotten shot. Benny and his goons were outside of your room. Troy and I came up—”

“That’s your problem right there, going to Troy first, instead of me. All of my brothers are over protective to the point that I hadn’t even had my first kiss until eighteen and only had it then because they all were in jail and it was in another state.”

“Then I think your brothers and I will get along.”

I returned to looking for clothes.

He thinks this all is a joke.

“I’m sorry.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Come again?”

“I’m sorry. That was wrong and stupid. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Done what?”

He sneered, but then quickly changed his expression. “Perhaps, I shouldn’t have had Dr. Scott drug you.”

“Perhaps? Really?”

“I shouldn’t have done it. I won’t do it again.”

“And if you decide to take me on a trip, I would also like you to
ask
me rather than simply kidnapping me.”

“Okay. I agree. Now, can we get back into the shower?”

I shook my head. “Absolutely not. I still need time.”

“Time? You would pick the one thing that I couldn’t buy.”

“You would think that you could buy life’s most important things.”

“I can.”

“You can’t buy me.”

“I’m seeing that.” He stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Chapter 10

JASMINE

My nose followed the food. That was always the best way to find a kitchen in a new home, just let my nostrils be the guide. Putting on my robe, I opened the bedroom door, spotted some stairs, and took my time going down them. I wasn’t sure if this was Chase’s childhood home. From the little he discussed about that time, I learned that his family traveled a lot. I looked around, not sure if he’d rented this particular place just for our trip or if this was in fact where a tiny Chase used to run the halls, screaming Beatles’ songs.

There were no family photos on any of the walls, but I doubted rich folks did that anyway. Mom covered every space with a family memento; even the paper photos she would get from taking my nieces and nephews to Chuck-e Cheese had a place on the every surface. There was simplification in mind for the interior decorating of this house—ivory walls and dark brown tiled floors. Each room’s entrance was cut out of the wall in a large oval shape, instead of closed off by a wooden door. Sunlight shone from all the windows.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and drank in the neutral space. There was lots of gray furniture with no color. It was so unfitting for a home in a country that boasted of love, fascinating culture, and even more amazing food.

This has to be a vacation rental.

I paused in the center of the room, which appeared more like a sort of sitting area than a typical living room. A large painting hung above an empty mantel.

Aww. Chase.

A little dark haired boy stood in front of two adults who had to be his parents. The woman smiled with elegance, practically dripping diamonds. They covered her neck, ears, fingers, and wrists. I was shocked the artist didn’t have problems painting through the glare of those stones. On the other side, somewhat separated from his wife and son, stood what I assumed to be Chase’s father.