Free Chasing Forever by Pamela Ann Page A

women always used sex as a weapon. I wasn’t a fan of Anne Boleyn, yet I sure wouldn’t judge women who desired a man more than life itself. Because I was at the tipping point, and if sex was the only way to finally have him notice me, then why the hell not?
    Carnal thoughts had never invaded my mind, but tonight I was proven that they could. As I pictured Toby on top of me, pleasuring himself with what my body was offering, it took every ounce in me not to moan my frustration.
    I was a woman on a mission, so I better toughen up and offer him something most men couldn’t refuse.
    When I turned around to face him, he was close behind me. I looked him in the eye and asked him something I hadn’t offered a man before. “Do you want to come up?”
    His eyes searched mine, possibly wondering what the real meaning behind it. “Lucy…” he whispered with a strained voice , “I don’t know if that’s a great idea.”
    Was that a rejection? I wasn’t sure… but I felt worse than I had before. Somehow, I felt like a joke, wishing and hoping for something unfathomable. “Oh.” I masked the hurt in my tone, hoping he wouldn’t detect it. “Okay, well, never mind then.”
    “No—I do mind. Never think that I don’t want to follow you upstairs.” He reached out to me, slightly gripping my forearm. His fingers on my skin sent tingling shivers all over my body. For the first time, I knew what people meant when they spoke about heart-stopping physical chemistry with another person.
    “I don’t know. I guess … all I’m saying is that I want to take this slow,” he continued, his eyes dropping to my body with heated intention, as if he was undressing me and imagining what I’d look like naked. “I respect you—you’re a…” he trailed off, moving in close to my body, “stunning, intellectual woman. Brilliant. Perfect—” He hesitated, staring wildly into my eyes, sucking me deeper into those bottomless depths. “I look at you… and I see my future. It terrifies me.”
    Oh , my fuck, had he just uttered the words future and me in one sentence? Overwhelming emotions bombarded me.
    Seeking his eyes, I opened a piece of me. “I’m not.” I breathed out. “I’m not the least terrified because I haven’t felt anything like this with anyone. My grandmother once said that, if I ever find this—this odd, indescribable, mystifying-like connection with anyone—I shouldn’t hold back.” I licked the bottom of my suddenly dry lips. “And I don’t want you to, either.”
    I burned from his lustful gaze.
    “If I go in, I’m not going to be able to restrain myself, Lucy.”
    “I don’t expect you to.”
    He stepped closer, and our lips almost brushed against each other while his eyes trained exclusively on me, smoldering my body into a scorching fever. “I’m going to undress you… slowly… then you’ll step out of your clothes and you’ll show me your beauty. You will then give me all authority. In the bedroom. In and out of your body. I will want you at all hours of the day. And when I say all, I’m demanding your absolute surrender.”
    Cue in the hard swallowing of my saliva while I suffered an intense tingling on my pussy . I had clenched it as hard as I could when I felt a pool of wetness soak my underwear as I stared at him, speechless. He wasn’t even touching me sensually, and yet, his words and those tantalizing eyes alone had undone me.
    “I’m all for unconditional rights,” he said, caressing me with words. “Your body will know my touch even before I caress you.” His heated gaze dropped to my lips before he reached my eyes, throwing me a dare. “Will you be capable for that kind of challenge, Lucy?”
    There was no question that I wanted him more than words could express, but when someone challenge d me in anything, my feistiness surfaced, willing to come out and play. “I am not a meek woman, and I don’t submit.” I paused for effect. “To anyone.” He remained still,