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Chase has the nerve to shrug his shoulders. “Had big plans, like I said.”

My eyes narrow as I glower at him and my fucking eyes can’t help but lower to his lips once more. Those pink, plush lips. Those lips that kissed me earlier. Me.

“Did you kisshim?” I ask, and Chase watches me, his tongue peeking out slightly and wetting his lips. If I pressed my mouth to his would I taste another man on him?

The thought bothers me more than it should.

“Doesn’t seem like it matters.”

He’s right. It shouldn’t matter, but itdoesfor some godforsaken reason.

“Just answer me. Did you or didn’t you?” I repeat, and Chase eyes me with curiosity. He wonders why I care when I’ve done everything I can to push him away. But I do. I care. And I need to know.

“You gonna tell me why it matters?”

I shake my head, and he sighs. But then his body just sags, it’s subtle but he looks dejected…sad. And before I can even think twice, I’m on him, my lips crashing into his.

The kiss is awkward and rough because I haven’t done this in ages, but Chase is my exception. He makes me break all my hard-earned rules. Rules I’ve had in place for a reason. Rules that have kept me safe and secure, and now here he is, obliterating them all.

My hands grip the sides of his face, one sliding into his hair as his fingers dig into my hips almost painfully. I can feel his touch throughout my entire body, can feel it from the tips of my ears all the way down to my toes.

My head tilts and my tongue tangles with his, tasting him, feeling him. A groan escapes me and enters him as Chase pulls me roughly against his chest, his hand sliding up my back and holding me in place.

I’m raw and exposed, like all my nerves are pinging at the same time. I’m on fire, ignited. Up in fucking flames.

I knew it would be like this when he brushed his lips against mine in the ocean. I felt the spark then and knew—knew it would be explosive if he pushed his tongue inside of me. And now, for self-preservation, for my own sanity, I should rip my lips away from his and run. But instead, I sink further into his strength and eat his fucking face.

It’s only when he tears his mouth from mine a few minutes later that I blink awake, my entire body still thrumming from this proximity, from the sheer force of him. My lips are swollen and sore, but fuck, I wanna do it some more. Wanna keep going.

Part of me wonders if kissing has always been like this and maybe I’ve just forgotten, but I know deep down that it’s just Chase. It was never like this with anyone else, and it never would be.

“Why’d you do that?” Chase asks, his voice raspy, his body trembling slightly.

“Dunno.”

I move to kiss him again, but he leans back, leaving me to chase after him.

“Wh—?” I mutter, feeling slightly off-kilter.

“You with Cade?” he asks, and I just blink up at him, confused. What the hell does that matter now?

“Huh?”

“Did you fuck Cade?”

My brows lower, and I feel my heart jump in my chest. “You fuck Polly?”

We both stare at each other, and Chase sighs, pulling away from me, leaving me suddenly bereft.

“I should go now.”

My hands flop to my sides, and I just stare at him. I just kissed him, my first kiss inyears, and he’s walking away? Turning his back on me. On us. Fuck this. Fuck him.

I step forward, shove my palms against his chest, and push him. He barely moves, but it makes me feel a little better anyways.

His brow furrows in confusion, so I do it again, shoving him harder and harder, forcing him to take a step back, one and then another.

My breath comes out shaky and harsh as I start to pummel him with my fists, knocking into his strong chest over and over, pouring out my frustration at this entire situation. I’m suddenly stopped, his fingers like vices around my wrists, holding them near his beating heart.

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