I Love My Brother's Best Friend — Chapter 23

Recap:

Skye called it off with Jake and got into a weird tongue rubbing contest with Aaron.

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I took a deep breath. I swore turning that key to unlock my door was the hardest thing I'd ever, and will ever, have to do because the second I opened that door I'd have to talk with Chase about how I feel and how he feels. I was one hundred percent positive I was not ready for that conversation.

I let out the breath and turned the key until I felt a click then I pulled it out and pushed the door open. I stuck one foot in slowly and quietly. When I saw no one come I stuck the rest of my body in too. I gently closed the door.

For a breif second I wondered what on Earth I was doing. This was my house why was I acting like I was an intruder? But I quickly forgot about that when I noticed Chase standing in front of me, "Hi"

"Hi," Chase whispered.

I looked down and noticed how mine and Chase's feet almost touched. They were so close, yet so untouchable. Not that I wanted to touch his feet, but the general idea is there.

I looked back up at him, "Hi."

"You already said that," he gave me a lopsided grin. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest and into his hands.

"Oh, yeah," I giggled a little out of nervousness.

He gulped as an awkward silence passed by. I opened my mouth, but shut it just as quickly. I assumed he felt the need to break the silence too when he spoke up, "Your brother's not here. He's spending the night at Damien‘s."

"Oh, good," I nodded my head and he gave me a questioning look, so I continued, "I wanted to talk to you."

His eyebrows shot up, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yes. I know before I said there was no us, but I was just really... upset. I think we need to talk about some stuf

"Okay, let's go upstairs," he started to walk to the stairs, but stopped when he realized I wasn't following him.

I hesistated, "I think we might be safer on the couch instead of," I cleared my throat awkwardly, "my bed."

He hit his bottom lip to keep from smiling and headed back down the stairs. I tailed him into the living room and we sat down on the couch. All we could do was stare at each other. Not in a romantic, I-love-you-so-much kind of way. It had more to do with the fact that neither of us knew what to say.

After all what does one say in this situation? I want to explore the idea of us being together?that was to stiff and robotic. Maybe something like, I really like you and I think we could make this happenno that was too cheesey. Shit, I should've just said I like your shirt, now take it off.

"I think we should try again," I stammered.

"Try again?" he asked slowly as if to imply I made no sense and needed to continue.

"Us. Try us again," I clarified still incredibly uncomfortable.

He smiled, "Maybe take it slow this time."

I nodded, "Exactly. It's just, how do we do that?"

He reached out and took my hand. He started playing with my fmger tips. Then he entwined our fingers and pulled us closer together. Slowly and gently his lips touched mine. Chace could be so sweet when he wanted toapparently. This kiss was so different from our first kiss. And last kiss. And any other kiss in between. It was subtle and caring. There was no tongue, but there was so many sparks that I thought I was going to bliss out.

I knew we were supposed to be taking it slow, but I needed more of him. I pressed up against him and deepened the kiss. He welcomed my tongue into his mouth completely as he wrapped his arms around.

I pulled back without thinking and huskily whispered, "Bed. Now."

"I thought-," I smashed my lips back onto his before he could finish his sentence and make me remember what I was doing.

He wrapped one of my legs around his waist and then did the same with my other leg. Once he stood up he kept both his hands on my butt. I'd like to believe it was to support the weight, but there was probably another reason if you know what I'm talking about.

Still kissing he began to walk to the stairs. I pulled away from his mouth, to his dismay, and moved my lips to suck directly under his jaw, to his excited. That made him start banging into the wall and the banster. It seemed like

it took forever to get up those stairs. Finally he made it into the upstairs hallway. I pulled away from his chest just a little to slip off my red blouse, revealing my black and red laced bra under it. Chase's eyes widened. I started on his neck again and it almost seem like he couldn't walk. I half epected him to fall onto the ground and take me in the hall.

I twisted my fingers into his hair impatiently. This wasn't fast enough. I wanted to be in my bedroom right then and there. I pulled a little harder which made him rush into my room.

"I like you shirt," I gave him a sexy smile,

"Now take it off."

He dropped me onto the bed. I watched him take his shirt, per my command, and his pants off before climbing on top of me. I smirked, glad I got to use my line after all.

He threw it across the room and popped open the button on my jeans. Once he got my pants off he suddenly he got this wild look in his eyes. They were dark, and lustful, and for some unknown reason looked slightly jealous. But I wasn‘t going to asked about it.

I slid my underwear off as he unclasped my bra. I put my arms above my head so he could get the bra off more easily. Once it was off I lowered my arms to trail my fingers across his chest and down to the top of his boxers. My fingers sneaked into them ready to pull them down, but his hands stopped mine quicker than I would've thought possible.

"Are you kidding me," I growled angirly. I was naked underneath him and he was going to stop me from taking off his boxers? I thought. I was beginning to feel self-concious.

He shook his head, "I thought we said we were going to take it slow."

I felt my self frown sadly. I sighed, "If you're not ready..."

The jealous look came back into his eyes, and this time with determination. He snarled, "Oh, I'm ready."

"You're ready?" I raised an eyebrow to tease him.

He pulled me by the arch of my back to press my chest against his chest so he could kiss me passionately, agressively, and, of course, poessesively. I moaned his name into his mouth and my fingers finally got those damn boxers off.