I didn’t know what he meant right away, but I suspected it had some sort of sexual undertone by the way he looked at me.
Instantly, I turned bright red and looked back out the window. Everything felt so new and wonderful. The city was beautiful, Chase was handsome, and I couldn’t have felt more comfortable around him. Things seemed to be working out pretty damn well, and that made me a little nervous. Nothing in my life ever went smoothly – there were always bumps in the road. I just couldn’t anticipate the next bump for me.
Chase squeezed my knee and just laughed as he watched me in awe of the city. He still seemed to be snickering over the joke he made, but I didn’t understand it.
“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate,” he said quietly.
“Well, I don’t know what it means, so it’s not that inappropriate.” I smiled and turned back toward him.
The way he looked at me was like nothing I had ever experienced. His eyes intently drilled into mine, and I felt like I could actually melt right there in front of him. The desire he had for me was obvious, and it made me feel so good.
Sexual tension. That’s what it was. There was a feeling that floated in the air of the car as we drove to Chase’s house. It was sexual tension. Our bodies had such great chemistry that being that close to each other was just too much for us. The connection between us was strong and our bodies wanted to touch each other. We couldn’t stop it, although we continued to try and be appropriate.
I reached over, put my hand on his leg, and laid my head on his shoulder. It felt normal, natural – it felt like that was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Chase grabbed my hand from his leg and held it in his. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulder and pulled me in tight against him. It felt like we had known each other for years, not as if we had only met online and talked for a few hours.
“We are getting close to my house; I hope you’re not too tired. I’ll give you a tour.”
“I’m awake enough for a tour, for sure.”
I sat up and looked out as we pulled into his home. It was beautiful, like the homes I saw on television. The excitement continued to build when we got to the front door and Chase came around and opened my door.
Everything felt like a fairytale. It all felt so abnormal for me, and I wanted to just pinch myself so I knew it was real. Ana’s idea to join an online dating site had sure turned everything in my life upside down.
Chase was the perfect gentleman as he opened the front door and held my hand while he walked me through his home. Room by room, he showed me where everything was, and I didn’t hear a single word of it. My mind was occupied thinking about him and how I wanted to kiss him again.
It seemed so forward and unusual for me, but my body wanted him. My body ached for him. Having my hand in his distracted me from everything. I couldn’t stop thinking about what his hands would feel like on my body.
Just having his hand in mine wasn’t enough, and I desperately needed more. I felt an unstoppable desire to have his hands running up and down my naked back, to feel them as they traced over my perky nipple. I couldn’t stop my mind from thinking about all the naughty things I wanted to do with him. His hands were just one of many thoughts that rushed through my head as we walked around his house.
I had not planned to want Chase so badly. In fact, I wouldn’t have even thought of wanting to kiss him until I got to know him more. But the urges that my body was having were more than I could handle.
As he showed me his bedroom, I lost control and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him again, this time with such passion that I couldn’t stop myself.
Our mouths opened and our tongues moved together. His hands reached down and grabbed my ass, and before I knew what was going on, he had me lifted up and pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.
Urgently, we took each other in, as the sexual tension between us exploded.
Chapter Nine
Chase
I felt the urge to fuck Jordan the second I saw her in the airport, so the ride to my house was as close to torture as I had been in a very long time. I wasn’t use to having to resist my urge to fuck a woman. Typically, if I had the urge, I just went for it. But, I wanted to be a gentleman with her. I didn’t want to scare her away. She was sweet and beautiful and more than I had ever had with a woman before.
When she put her hand on my leg, I felt my cock get hard, and I wanted to pull her into my lap and fuck her right there. But I knew I couldn’t do that. She wasn’t the type of girl who I wanted to just fuck and then leave. I had to behave myself, so I could try and build something more.
In the car, I held her close to me purely to prevent her from seeing just how rock hard my cock had got. If she had looked over at my pants, I know she would have been surprised at the level of my excitement for her.
Then, when I opened the door to my bedroom and she hopped up into my arms, I was as close to heaven as I had been in a very long time. The moment was sweet, yet I felt a passion from Jordan that surprised me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
Never had I refused a woman who threw herself at me so openly, but I didn’t want to just fuck her and then run off to work and leave her in my place all day. We really didn’t know each other that well yet, and I wanted her to feel comfortable in my home. I wanted to take her on a real date and get to know her more.
Then, the thought hit me.
Maybe she was throwing herself at me because she thought that was required for me flying her out to America.
I felt like a slime ball for not thinking about that sooner, and I put her back on the ground and kissed her lips gently. We didn’t know each other well enough yet for me to be able to tell what she was thinking. I didn’t want her to feel obligated to do anything with me.