Page 10 of Wright Kind of Trouble

He hadn’t released my hand, and we strolled down the stone path that led out to the vineyards.

“Are you going to tell me about your scar? Since it’s such a big secret,” I teased.

He ran a finger over it. “I suppose it’s not much of a secret,” he admitted. “Usually, when people ask about it, I make up some outrageous story. Like I was mauled by a bear or got it while saving someone’s life.”

I laughed. “And the real story is?”

“I flipped my kayak when I was in middle school and hit a rock. I had to get a ton of stitches. Bled like a bitch. Had the worst fear of water for years after that.”

“I like the real story,” I said, replacing his finger with my own. “It’s a battle wound. I have one of those.”

When we reached the vineyards, I lifted my skirt at the hem until it was nearly to my hip. There was a knotted scar that had made me hate bikinis all through high school until I decided that was bullshit and I should be proud of it.

“What happened?” Chase dropped onto his heels to get a better look at the scar.

He ran a finger over the skin, and I shivered. When he looked up at me, I had to bite down my desire at the sight of him on his knees before me.

“Ice skating crash.” I swallowed at his inspection, heat pooling in all the right places with him so close. “Someone ran into me, the ice went out from under my blades, and…” I clapped my hands together to indicate the crash.

“Shit,” he said.

But he hadn’t stood up. His hand slid around to the back of my thigh. His face level with my pussy. His eyes examining the lightning-strike scar.

His gaze skirted up to mine. A silent question on his lips. Permission.

I stood there in deep-seated need at the feel of his fingers digging into my thigh and the mirrored look caught in his irises. What was I doing? I’d only known him for a matter of hours. And here he was, on his knees in front of me, and I’d thrown out the entire rule book in his presence. I was a sex-positive type of girl. I always encouraged my girlfriends to have all the fun they wanted. You’re only young once! But there was giving advice and taking advice.

Was I insane for wanting this? For nodding and giving him the green light?

Permission granted.

His lips quirked upward, and then they were on my scar. His tongue darting out and tracing the line of my hip, where ice had carved a hole out of my skin.

A soft exhale escaped my lips. Not quite a moan, but fuck, if he’d kissed me anywhere else, I might have come undone right then and there.

His eyes were on mine again as he pulled back. I wasn’t sure if I was happy that he hadn’t taken more or glad that he hadn’t pushed his luck. Because I was pretty sure he was right; luck was on his side tonight.

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Chase

Well, I was fucking done for.

I’d known that I wanted her before she lifted her skirt up and shown me the scar on her hip. Now, I was certain that I wanted little more than to drive her home right this second. It had been years since I’d been this attracted to someone immediately. Actually, maybe it had never happened. There was a spark here that I couldn’t name or apparently deny.

As I’d just put my lips on her with nothing more than a nod of agreement. I could barely control my cock straining against my suit pants.

Her eyes were glazed when I came to my feet. I wanted to push my hands up into her hair and claim her lips. No part of me wanted to wait. I hadn’t been able to keep from kissing her hip and caressing her thigh. Would I have found her wet if I’d slid up higher?

Fuck.

Fuuuck.

“I…I…” She stammered over her words as she dropped her skirt. “I don’t think anyone has ever looked that close at my scar.”

I wouldn’t mind getting an even closer look, if I was honest. But I had so many questions for this siren who had wrapped a fist around my heart.

“Well, you offered the perfect view.”

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