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“I want to kiss you.”
The words are processing in his mind now. His face changes. His eyes light up in that way they’ve always done when he sees me—but hotter somehow, more excited. “Is that right?”
“Yes. That’s right. I was in there and decided that the best thing I could do was to kiss you.”
“All right.”
“All right?”
“Yes, all right.” He shifts slightly, adjusting his head on the pillow. He pulls some of my hair back behind my shoulders so it’s not hanging in his face. “If that’s what you think is best, then who am I to argue?”
My heart is racing now. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He’s completely still, his eyes devouring my face.
“So I should just... just do it?”
He chuckles softly, shaking his body and the bed just slightly. “Well, it was your idea. I think you should take ownership.”
Now I’m nervous as well as excited. My blood is throbbing in my veins, throbbing all over. My cheeks are burning, and my hands are trembling slightly. But he’s issued a very clear challenge to me, and never have I backed down from one of Chase’s challenges.
So I lean down far enough to brush his lips very lightly. It feels good—tantalizing—but it isn’t nearly enough. With a silly sound in my throat, I press my mouth to his more firmly.
He’s been lying completely still, but at the extra pressure he sucks in a quick breath through his nose and reaches up to hold on to my head.
His fingers tangle in my hair until they’re curved around the back of my skull. He moves his other hand to press against the small of my back.
I’ve bent my arms to get closer to him, but my lower body is beside him not on top of him. I move over so my legs are straddling one of his, lining my body up better over him.
His mouth is moving now. Eager and urgent. His tongue teases mine until I’ve opened all the way for him. He’s making hungry sounds into the kiss, holding my head down with his hand in a grip that’s firm but not aggressive.
I can pull away if I want, but that’s the last thing in the world I want to do. Because nothing I can remember has felt better than kissing Chase like this. It’s involving all of me. Mind and heart and body. All of me is pulsing with how much I want him, need him, love him.
Because I told him the truth last night. The admission might have been accidental, but it was utterly true.
And this right now feels like a manifestation of all those deep feelings. Like I’m finally, finally doing something with the weight of all that care and affection and devotion.
It’s pulsing in my head and in my chest and between my legs. There’s an ache below my belly that’s growing and tightening and seeking. I rub my groin against his hip. Hear him groan into my mouth in response.
I pull back from the kiss the check his face. “Was that a good sound?” I ask. It sounded almost tortured, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him.
He huffs out a ragged laugh. “Yes. That was a good sound.”
“So you’re impressed with how well I’m taking ownership?”
“Very impressed.” The hand that was on the back of my head moves forward to cup my cheek tenderly. “Paige, do you want to tell me what’s going on here?”
I could tell him everything. But that would make me entirely vulnerable. And I’d be throwing all of myself into this, at him. No man has ever wanted that, and I can’t risk being too much for Chase the way I’ve been for men so many times before.
I’ve got to tell him part of the truth—but it can’t be everything. “I was... thinking. In the bathtub. And I realized... I realized...”
The words are getting blocked as a surge of nerves and self-consciousness starts to rise. How exactly is an uptight good girl supposed to get this said?
“You realized what?” he prompts gently. “I really want to hear about your bathtub epiphany.”
That makes me giggle. I kiss him again—quick and fond. “I was scared before. Since it was all new. And I didn’t... I didn’t know if we could... be different together. But I’m not scared anymore.”
His hand tightens on my face very briefly. But his voice is as mild as before as he asks, “You’re not?”
