Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Then, the song came to an end, and he slowly lowered me to the ground, my chest sliding against his all the way down. Our eyes locked as I passed from above him to below his very kissable lips.
All the air left the room. I wasn’t sure if another song even played after ABBA. All thoughts of setting the record player up and listening all weekend evaporated. I knew exactly what my preference would be.
Right here.
Right now.
With Chase’s hands on me.
I looked up at him through my lashes when my feet finally touched the ground.
But he was still moving toward me, his hands cupping my jaw and lifting my lips to his. And I could do nothing but let him.
6
Harley
The world shifted as Chase devoured me in one perfect kiss. He tipped my head back for better access and slipped his hands down my back to pull our bodies closer together.
It felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all my life.
This was like waking up to a perfect spring morning.
It was like ice cream on a hot day.
It was like winning front-row tickets to see your favorite artist.
My heart was beating so fast, practically out of my chest. My breathing was heavy. And my hands were frantic, trying to feel every inch of him.
I needed more. I wanted his skin against mine. I wanted his heart beating in time with mine. And I needed us both panting and breathless.
“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth. “Whiskey tastes good on you.”
I huffed out a breath. “Want to taste more?” The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. And yet I couldn’t keep the coquettish smile off of my face.
I wasn’t ashamed to ask what I wanted from him. He’d made it abundantly clear that was what he was offering. He’d knelt before me in the vineyard with my scarred hip in his hand and placed a kiss along the line.
And that had sealed it for me.
It had begun long before that. With the smirk on his lips when he caught me looking, the swipe of a napkin against the drop of red wine I’d spilled when we nearly collided, the offered dance. The dance itself had been the game leading here. His hands on the small of my back, the exposed column of my neck, the mirrored look in our eyes when he righted me and we both knew we couldn’t spend another minute in a crowded room.
“I want to taste all of you, Harley.”
He stepped toward me, an opening dance that he was once again leading, and I followed, retreating in the wake of the predator. My heart beat a staccato against my throat as he neared. The desire palpable in the dim lighting.
My back hit the wall, and air whooshed out of my lungs in surprise. There he was, looming over me, his hands going to either side of my face as he stared down at me, as if he planned to learn every single exhalation from my lips.
“Would you like that?” he asked as his hands slid over my shoulders to find my wrists.
“Would I like…what?” I asked, already delirious with desire.
“For me to taste you.” He pushed my hands above my head.
“Yes,” I squeaked, losing all my cool as he pressed my wrists together and held the delicate things with one of his hands.
“Where exactly should I begin?” he teased.
He ducked his head into my neck and kissed where it met my collarbone. I groaned at the sensitive skin, squirming against the wall, where he held me securely. He kissed his way up my neck slowly, torturously, until he brushed his nose behind my earlobe.
“Here?” he asked.
“I…”
But no more words followed. He drew the lobe into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it. I tried to free my wrists as sensation rushed up my body, but he just tightened his grip, holding me in place.
“Not there?”
“Uh…well…”
His fingers were drawing a trail down my sternum and then between my breasts. A soft gasp left my throat, and he smirked, knowing precisely the effect he had on me. He slid his fingers under my breast, sparking heat with every movement. He found my nipple through the thin material of my black dress. I’d opted out of a bra and could feel every sensation, like his fingers were against bare skin.
His mouth came to the front of my dress, hot air blowing against the pebbled nipple.
“Oh,” I whispered.
“Hmm,” he said.
“Hmm?” I asked, my eyes opening to a slit in confusion.
“Going to have to get you out of this dress to taste these.”
He drew a finger around the other nipple until it hardened. I squirmed harder against him. Heat built in my core, and I could feel the wetness soaking into my panties.
“Perhaps later then,” he decided as if he’d been debating.