Page 117 of If By Chance


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I stand still, stuck to one spot, unable to put a foot in front of the other. I already hear his footsteps stalking toward me. I turn around as he reaches me. Goosebumps prickle my skin, and I blink away the tears threatening to fall.

He leans closer, our lips almost touching, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t fucking tell me what I want. Especially when it’s something I’ve thought about since the day I set eyes on you.”

I gasp, filling my lungs and unable to let it go again.

He’s thought about me.

In that way.

About us doing…

Holy shit.

“You have?” My voice is breathy. I don’t have to say it, my words are drenched in lust, and my panties are no better.

“I’ve thought about fucking you on every surface in this house since the moment you walked through my door.”

Oh.

Heat swarms in my belly, my breasts aching for his touch.

Anywhere.

I need to feel him.

My back meets the wall. I didn’t even notice him leading me here. I straighten my spine. There’s no going back now. Not that I know he wants me too.

I press up on my tiptoes. He’s impossibly close.

“Even here?”

His eyes shut, and he groans. Then I feel the firm grip of both hands on the back of my thighs as he lifts me high around his waist.

“Even here,” he agrees, his voice husky.

He swallows.

I swallow harder.

“I need you to tell me what you want, Claire.”

Be bold.

Be brazen.

Just say it.

“I want…” My insecurities get the better of me. I’m not known for my lack of confidence, but I’ve never been this forward, and Jake is prying it out of me like he’ll die if he doesn’t hear the words.

Or he’ll put me back down, say goodnight, and we’ll start all over tomorrow.

And that option doesn’t involve him being inside me tonight, and I honestly think I’ll go crazy if that were to happen.

“Claire, you want me to what?”

Three deep breaths.

Count to five and…

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