I tried to suppress my grin. “How the hell did I get saddled with such a prude?”
He propped his hands behind his and relaxed into the cushions. “Prude…hardly. If your mom knew the things I wanted to do with her daughter, she would bar the front door. Hell she would have to move you across the country, and even then you wouldn’t be safe from me.” The corner of his lips tipped up and he shrugged. “Besides, who said we can’t be inventive.”
I never saw it coming. Like most things with Chase, he moved at speeds that my eyes just weren’t able to follow, but the stupid grin on his face should have tipped me off. When was I ever going to learn? Hopefully never…this was the kind of game that I actually liked to play.
I felt his hands slid up and fasten around my leg. All I could think was how warm and intense his touch felt, even through my jeans. And then he yanked. My breath hitched as he pulled me into his lap in one smooth motion. His arms slipped around me and he drew me close, kissing the side of my neck. I shivered.
He smelled so good, a mix of fresh fallen rain and earthy. Lifting my head, I placed a kiss right below his jawline, he drew in a quiet breath and his hands curled into fists at the small of my back. I felt his heartbeat quicken and my whole body tingled, senses buzzing. So many emotions, mine and his mixing together so that I couldn’t distinguish which ones were mine and which ones were his.
I shifted to place another kiss on his ever tempting jaw, he ducked his head and our lips met. Just like that, and he was kissing me like I was going to meld into him. My hands slipped under his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Muscles jump under my nails. I captured him in my mouth and he nipped my bottom lip.
We should have known that being so called inventive would backfire. Like striking a match, we went up in flames. His hands squeezed at my hips while mine busily wandered over every inch I could get my fingers on.
I wanted to be devoured.
I wanted to devour him.
I wanted him to make me forget it all…at least for a little while.
I wanted to make him forget.
With his lips moving over mine, I felt the same from him. He wanted to lose the guilt that was munching away at his insides. Seeing his cousin suffering and bitterly angry was darkening his soul. It wasn’t because he had killed a man, but that it had caused this strife between him and Travis.
I could sense the turmoil inside and the darkness that was swimming within. Chase was fighting his own personal demons, and I was going to do whatever I could to keep him from going over to the demon side. There was this unmistakable part of him that would always be deadly and dangerous. Today…it was rapturous.
A sane person would be wary, frightened even. Not me. I was attracted to it. That line he traveled between demon and human was exciting, thrilling. He tried to keep that part of himself shielded from me, the only problem was…now were we connected on multiple levels. It was impossible to keep that piece of him hidden anymore. Truthfully, I never would have wanted him too.
I wanted all of him.
The good, the cocky, and the demon.
The ornate mark at my hip tingled as his lips locked on mine, searing me his. Bunching my hands at the end of his shirt, I tugged up. The cotton tee was in my way, and I wanted no barriers between us. Yet somehow Chase and I weren’t on the same wavelength.
With lightening speed, he pulled back, keeping me at arm’s length. I leaned forward wanting, needing the closeness of him, but his arms didn’t budge. “You have to follow the rules if you want to play.”
“Rules?” I echoed confused. When did we have rules?
“You got it toots. The clothes stay on.”
Annoyance flickered in my midnight blue eyes. I honestly couldn’t believe that came out of his mouth. “This is your idea of being inventive?” I asked panting.
Eyes like liquid fire eyed me intently. “Not exactly. With you things always seem to get out of hand.” His voice was gravelly and sexy.
Love and passion for each other swirled in the air around us. I never felt so close to anyone as I did to Chase at this moment, and never wanted anyone more. It was more than the connections we shared, it was deeper.
Tipping my chin up, I looked into his smoky eyes. “Angel Eyes,” he murmured, his voice trailing off.
I ran my hand through his dark silky hair and for a moment I forget to breath. “Hmmm,” I muttered, staring at his lips. I really wanted to kiss him again.
“Your eyes are doing that freaky thing again.”
I shot him a look of exasperation. “No thanks to you.”
He chuckled. “It’s hot. Really hot.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Only you would think so.”
He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I think about you more than I should.”
That was one way to get a girl’s heart pumping. “Good. Now can we get back to business?”
“Sorry Angel Eyes. You’re cut off.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I shifted on his lap.