Desired by Him (Chosen by Him Series, Book 2): (2 page)

“As I told you before, I didn’t pick you initially because I thought working so close would be a distraction for me.”

“Then what exactly made you change your mind?” I asked, not sure if I wanted the truthful answer.

He hesitated, and I blankly looked at him, my limbs growing a little numb as the effects of the alcohol deepened. “I thought this was something you wanted,” he finally told me. “This internship. And I thought I felt something between us. If I may...” he continued, “If I may be honest?”

I nodded, taking another swig of my drink, wiggling my toes inside my heels as they grew a little tingly.

“I desire you, Summer. I’m used to getting what I want, and I want you.”

The answer was so confident, so arrogant—yet I felt myself fall for it, thoughts assisted by the numbing, slowing effects of the whiskey. “But you do think I have potential, right?”

“Of course,” he answered instantly. I didn’t feel pacified, but at the moment, with him leaning over the counter toward me, I couldn’t breathe, let alone think about it anymore.

I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I watched his strong, powerful hands play with his glass, elbows resting on the counter as his face loomed nearer. I couldn’t see him as “Professor” Kerns, anymore. This was Chase, an attractive man who was, by some miracle, attracted to me. He craved me, he had said.

“If I was wrong, I can find you another mentor...” his lips told me; I hardly registered what he had said as I stared at them, wanting them on mine.

Before I could process my own response, the words flew out of my mouth. “No!” I paused after I had realized how desperate I had just sounded. “No, I don’t want another mentor.”

I broke eye contact with him, playing with the stirrer stick and poking at the cherry floating in my glass. “I felt something between us too, but...” I stabbed the cherry and placed it in my mouth, gently sucking on it until I realized the message my subconscious body language was sending to him. “I—I just don’t want you to feel like you have to let me down gently. I know you could probably have any woman you want.”

Chase placed his drink down on the marble countertop and then set mine next to his, grabbing my hands and forcing me to look him in the eyes again.

“I told you, Summer Farris, I want you. For this internship, as my intern, for—” he stopped, his tongue flicking out across his lips. Instantly I could feel myself drawing closer, following the scent of whiskey. My heart beat faster as his thumbs gently drew circles on the back of my hands. “There isn’t anyone else I want.”

I leaned in and kissed him. I could taste the sour of his drink on his lips and I wanted more. The alcohol I had drank made my head spin a little, but I kept myself firmly seated as he reacted to me, his hands crawling up my skirted thighs, warmth seeping through the material. I had completely forgotten about the interview—all that mattered now was him, his warmth, the way his hands moved across my body.

He stood, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling my head back gently, his lips traveling across my chin, just barely touching my neck before moving back to my mouth so I could taste him. His hands moved down from my hair, fingers stroking through its tangles as he kissed me more deeply, his mouth growing in urgency.

“God, this is so
wrong
,” I heard him mumble against my lips, but his actions only grew fiercer, tugging at me until I stood so he could wrap his arms around my body, hands spreading out over the small of my back.

“Is anyone here?” I managed to ask as he left my mouth to explore my exposed neck with his soft lips and tongue.

“Just us,” Chase muttered, his breath searing my skin.

His hands moved down, cupping my ass tightly through my dress. I could feel my face flush with the heat of it all, and with the effects of the alcohol. My body felt numb and alive at the same time, responding to his every move, matching him kiss for kiss. My fingers played with the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with them until I had them undone, exposing his toned abs again and his broad, manly chest. Seeing the sight now in the daylight made my legs weak, and I leaned in, nibbling my way across his chest, tasting and smelling his sweet cologne.

“Just us,” Chase repeated, though I didn’t know whether that was for his own peace of mind or mine. I didn’t care, not anymore. All my inhibitions were completely gone.

His hand found the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down. I shivered as the cooler air of the kitchen seeped in, licking up against my skin. His hand warmed me as he felt the curve of my back, fingers sliding down below the fabric and slipping beneath my nylons and panties, giving my ass another squeeze.

I struggled out of my dress, letting the material fall into a crumbled heap at my feet, standing before him clad in my nylons and bra. He grinned. I watched him as he took me in, his hands exploring my newly-exposed curves and ridges. His brown hair was mussed, messed up from my hands running through it. His fingers hooked on my nylons and panties, pulling them down and off in one fell swoop.

His muscles tightened as he picked me up, sitting me on the counter, standing between my legs as his arms tightened around me, kissing me again. His mouth breathed short, hot breathes on my neck as he kissed downward between my breasts and, with a flick of his fingers, released the front clasp of my black bra. The material fell to the side as he continued to kiss me, his mouth and tongue finding all of the right spots on my sensitive skin. 

I arched my back inadvertently, watching as he continued down my stomach, his mouth sucking at it as his green eyes looked up at me, amused at my reactions. A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he brought his fingers up the inside of my thigh, stroking the soft skin before moving his fingers up to press against my more private, damper places.

I inched toward the edge of the counter in anticipation of what he was about to do. My fingers ran through his wavy locks as his head drew closer between my legs, his tongue stroking and circling around my sweet spot, fingers gently swirling and working in tandem with his mouth. My body trembled with delight as the blood rushed through my body. His other hand ran across the outer part of my thigh.

“Professor Kerns...” the name slipped out of my mouth.

“Chase,” he corrected, squeezing my thigh and giving it a light smack, his mouth increasing its movements.

The soft, wet sounds of his lips against my skin made me shiver as I tightened and untightened my legs around his head and upper body. The counter felt cold and hard against my warm skin. I looked up, taking in the high ceiling of the room before my vision blurred a little.

“Oh, please...” I begged, tears filling my eyes at the pleasure coursing through my veins. “Please, Chase...”

I heard him laugh a little, still amused at my reactions. Where I might have felt offended, I couldn’t feel anything right now, including my toes. In an amazing rush, I felt the energy rush from my body with pleasure as my body pulsed from the sensation of the release.

Chase eased himself up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him and burying my face beneath his chin. “That was incredible.” I smiled.

Incredible wasn’t even a strong enough word for how he had just made me feel, but it was all I could manage as my body slowly recovered. I felt his hand hesitantly go to my hair, stroking it. I might have characterized the gesture as tender, except he stopped nearly as soon as he had started.

He drew away, emerald green eyes glittering as he smiled and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on him. His shirt, still open, slipped from his shoulders as he took it off. “Your turn,” he ordered.

He was so arrogant, so sure of himself. Why did it turn me on so much? I couldn’t figure it out. I was an independent woman, with a good head for business, usually. Why was he so sure that I wanted him, that I would obey him, that he would get what he wanted?

Because he’s Chase Kerns
, my mind told me. And, he was right. I did want him.

I ran my hands down his chest, fiddling with his belt as I slid of the counter and stood before him, looking up into his eyes. 

I smiled as for the top of his pants, pulling him towards me. I ran my hand along the outside of his clothing; the stretched material barely kept him contained. I could feel every inch of him, hard and throbbing. I delicately pulled his zipper down, reaching inside to free him, surprised he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His hard length protruded from his pants as I unhooked his belt and button to his pants. I loved a man that wore nothing underneath. The last time we were together I was only able to admire him in the shadows, now I was able to see all of him clearly. He was absolutely beautiful, brilliant...
powerful
.

I wanted to feel him fill me again, and before the night was over, he would, but now, it was my turn to drive him crazy. I knelt down and took him in my mouth, teasing him, licking him, sucking him like I had played with the cherry from my drink earlier.

I knew he was close as he pulled me upward, stopping me from continuing. We both stood, naked in his kitchen, as he lifted me and slid inside in one movement. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed inside of me, arms gripping me tightly as he shivered, reveling in the feeling. I held him close, pressing my body against his as he slowly grinded against me, and hitting all of the right spots.

“Fuck yes...” he mumbled, biting into my neck.

He pumped with more intensity, reaching the deepest parts of me as my body shook once more. Suddenly he slid out of me and exploded between us with a guttural moan. My feet touched the floor and all I could do was stare.

“Now
that
was incredible,” he panted, kissing me again.

I sat down again, grabbing my dress off the floor and covering myself with it. The alcohol’s effects were finally wearing thin. I had done it again.
Holy fuck
. I had slept with my professor again.

But as I looked around, with Chase’s satisfied grin filling my vision in the midst of his huge house, I wondered if everything that had just happened had been worth it.

* * * *

As I snuck into the apartment, trying to be quiet, Alyssa flipped on a light instantly. “That must have been some interview,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

She had curled up on the edge of the broken-in brown leather sofa. A half-full beer bottle and her notes from class laid scattered around the room.

“Late night studying?” I asked, giving her a grin, trying to act normal.

“Yeah,” Alyssa groaned, reaching over to grab her beer. “I had to rest my eyes for a few minutes. So, what happened? Did you get the job?”

“Well...” I searched for the right words as I pressed my lips together and ran my fingers through my hair. I could feel how much of a tangled mess it had become and remembered the feeling of Chase running his fingers through it as we kissed. I couldn’t tell Alyssa what had happened—at least, not yet. “...Good, I guess. I won’t know about the job until next class period.”

“Good? How’s your mentor? Tough? Bossy?
Good looking?”
Alyssa smiled as she prodded for answers and took another swig of her beer. “You know I’m going to live this internship through you since I can’t do it myself.”

I smiled tiredly back, taking off my heels and letting my portfolio and bag drop to the ground. “He’s good...” I bit my tongue.
Too good
. “I mean, it’s going to be tough. It’s Ch...Professor Kerns.”

I wasn’t sure if I should make a big deal about having him as my mentor or just play it off. I wasn’t good at lying and I was sure Alyssa could tell.

“Holy shit, Sums! Didn’t you luck out?! So how was it? Is his house enormous? Did he give you a tour and show you his bedroom?” Alyssa shot me a sly smile. “Come on, tell me.”

“Huge ass house, more like a building—he was...nice.”

I thought about his statement that he craved me, that he was used to getting what he wanted. Was I just a conquest to him? All the doubts in my mind had returned, full force. But was I really being taken advantage of when I
wanted
him, too? Or the money, the house, the sex, Chase himself—had they all just seduced me? I was too tired to understand it.

“Yeah, he was nice,” I decided to say. “Different than he is in class for sure.”

Despite my doubts, I still held back my smile as I remembered the evening. One of the most powerful businesspeople in the area had just made love to me on his kitchen counter.
No, you just had sex
, my mind contradicted. As usual I had to tell my mind to shut up.

“What did you talk about? Was his interview hard?”

“We just talked about me. He gave me some information about his company.” I attempted to be as vague as possible without sounding like I was avoiding her questions. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m mentally exhausted and I just want to crash.”

Alyssa still kept her devilish smile as she nodded, allowing me to escape her interrogation, but I knew I had better come up with a better story for her—and for myself. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed, thinking about Chase and everything that had just happened.

I closed my eyes and drifted away, still smelling him on my skin.