The Chase

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch."

I hear her voice before I see her. Stepping into the bathroom I find her sitting on the edge of the tub gripping the bath so tightly her knuckles are white. Her head is resting against the tiled wall and her eyes are closed but I can see she's in pain by the way her jaw is clenched. I give her a once-over taking in her well defined form and my gaze rests on her toned legs.

"You ok there Char?" I ask my best friends little sister walking further into the bathroom and see her feet soaking in water.

"I will be," she responds attempting a smile.

I sit down next to her and run my fingers through my hair.

To call Charisse Anderson the baby sister of my best friend Caleb would be a bit of an understatement. She was in the grade below us and only just over a year younger. She's beautiful but completely untouchable.

"Caleb won't be home tonight, he's staying over at Jewel's." She removes her feet from the bath but before they even get a chance to hit the ground I slip my arms under her knees and lift her up.

"What are you doing?" she asks me.

"You're clearly in pain, let me help you. I promise I won't mention the massive crush you have on me."

"You'd be that awesome... please." She scoffs as she encircles her arms around my neck but not before I see the blush on her cheeks.

To test my theory I draw circles on her side with my fingers and feel the shiver snake up her spine before she masks it.

I lay her onto her bed gently and step back.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing actually." She responds as she reaches for the Arnica cream on her bedside table. I watch as she starts massaging the cream into her feet then sit on her bed.

"Let me." She seems unsure of what to say but before she can answer I've got the cream and her feet in my lap. "I'll be gentle."

Charisse lies against her pillows and I begin to gently massage her feet.

"Ok your feet are seriously busted," I say laughing and get a pillow thrown at me.

"What do you expect, I dance en pointe at least a few hours each day." She gets defensive about her dancing and her feet so quickly.

"And I still dance better than you do. Must suck to be you." I laugh.

She attempts to pull her feet from my lap but I hold on tight.

"Oh it must be so difficult being good at everything. I didn't ask you to be here, or do this. So if all you're going to do is make fun of me you can leave." I'm amazed because she doesn't have an attitude when she says this or is even pissed, it's like simply stating a fact. "Could you pass my pillow please?"

"You want me to pass you the pillow you threw at me?" I ask incredulously.

"Please Chase," she asks innocently and bites into her bottom lip on purpose.

I'm not crushing on Charisse or anything, nor did I like her from the moment I saw her. She was just always around and one day she was just... hot, walking around in her tiny dance shorts or leotards and flirting with me. I don't even know how I missed the part where she grew up. I was definitely attracted to her though, yet of course, Caleb would kill me if I even looked at her in a sexual way. But there's nothing wrong with having some fun right.

I pick up the pillow, remove her feet from my lap and lean over her to place it behind her making sure my lips brush her neck in the process.

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me Char?" I whisper into her ear.

"I'm actually glad you're this close. You may think you dance better than me, but I'm way more flexible than you or anyone you've ever been with." Her lips touch mine when she says this and she brings her leg up to drape it over my shoulder.

Holy fucking shit.

This is so hot.

"Do you know what happens when you play with fire?" I kiss her jaw.

"Yes, you extinguish the flame." She slips her hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and tugs a bit.

Shit just got real really fast.

Char licks her lips and my eyes dart to her mouth.

"You know you want to." She whispers.

And bloody hell I do.

I brush a light kiss across her lips and it feels like I need... more. I look into her eyes and it seems as if the brown specs in her green eyes have intensified. I lower my lips to hers once more and her leg which is still draped over my shoulder tightens to pull me closer.

I'm in too deep to back out now.

I push my lips down onto hers and our lips part at the same time to deepen the kiss. With her leg still over my shoulder it's easy for me to slide my arm under her body and the other around her waist. I lift her to place her in the centre of the bed giving me room to move over her. I toe my shoes off without breaking contact. Our kisses grow feverish and I rake my hands down her body to her waist and squeeze gently. We only break apart for me to remove her crop top and once that's thrown aside I continue to trail kisses down her throat and neck. Her skin is soft and warm and I want to touch her everywhere I can. I trail kisses down her stomach and once I get to the waistband of her tiny little dance shorts I look up at her.

"Don't stop." She answers my unspoken question and lifts her hips for me to remove her shorts. She sits up and lifts my t-shirt over my head. Kissing my chest she runs her hands down to my belt and unbuckles it with ease, pushing my jeans and boxers down. I make quick work of discarding her underwear and pull her body to mine as I once again place my lips against hers. I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist allowing me to move our bodies to the centre of her bed.

"Do you have..?" her voice is smokey but before she can finish I answer.

"Yes I do." I break open the foil packet and while kissing her in one swift movement I enter.

Her sharp intake of breath and the way she tenses cause me to immediately stop.

"Char...? Oh my God."

Her eyes are huge and filled with unshed tears when she looks up at me.

"Don't stop," She says in a soft shakey voice, "make this good for me."

I find it difficult to swallow past the lump in my throat. The least I can do is make her first time worthwhile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask you. I... I ..."

I give up trying to explain and bring my lips to hers kissing her gently. I run my hands all over her body and only once I feel the tension slips from her body do I do I begin to rock back and forth slowly.