Page 65 of Foreplay on Words

I would handle this. The demons in my head wouldn’t get the upper hand this time. I could be brave. I wanted this, and I wasn’t letting anything stop me—even my own mind.

Before I left, I’d raided my closet and found something I’d hidden in the back. A gift from my sister for a Halloween costume I never wore.

Hopefully, Chase would like them because I had not considered how uncomfortable driving in them would be, especially when I was this nervous.

I’d also found some other things in my room. Her hairbrush was on the nightstand. Toothbrush next to mine in the holder on the bathroom mirror. Some dirty clothes mixed with mine in the laundry basket. It helped relieve my doubts of her deciding I wasn’t worth it. I wanted her to return with me after this trip so we could finish the book—together.

It took me a while to find parking around her condo building, but I knew she had a space in the attached garage, so I’d have to ask her if she could get a guest pass.

I grabbed my duffel bag and pulled my laptop bag over my shoulder. She’d told me the code to the elevator so I could let myself up to her floor.

My heart pounded as I crossed the lobby and saw people sitting on the couches throughout the space. Her building was nice, but I felt a little self-conscious in my get-up and wanted to get inside her condo before I lost my nerve to wear these in public.

The elevator was empty when I got on, and I breathed a sigh of relief. That was the part I hated most when I lived in the city. The awkward social interactions with people in elevators, on public transportation, and going anywhere with crowds. I was not a fan.

Once I got to her door, I sent a quick text before knocking.

Evan: I’m here.

Leaning against the wall, I waited impatiently for her to open the door. I could hear rustling and a thump as I stood there, and then the door slowly started to pull open.

Chase’s face appeared behind the security chain, and her eyes widened. She quickly closed the door, and I laughed as I watched her pull it back open and scan her eyes down my form and back up.

“I didn’t think you’d take the leather pants comment seriously!”

I smiled at her reaction and then took in her outfit. Damn.

She looked hot. So hot.

Chase was wearing a form-fitting sparkly black minidress with long sleeves. It hugged every dip and curve and showed off her long, toned legs. Her hair was loose and full, dark eyeliner framing her luminous eyes. She was a vision, and I was not worthy.

Damn tight leather pants.

“You look––” I exhaled sharply as I released the breath I’d been holding. “Amazing. Really fucking amazing.”

She blushed and grabbed me by the jacket, tugging me through her open doorway. “Get in here.”

I grabbed my bags from the floor and followed behind her, my free hand finding her hip as I used my foot to close the door behind me.

“I missed you,” I confessed quietly as I dropped my bags to the floor in the entryway. “I’m sorry I didn’t come with you. I thought about you the entire drive up here.”

She froze up and stopped, my chest brushing against her back. She took a deep breath and blew it out as my grip on her hip tightened.

“Screw it,” she muttered as she turned quickly and pressed her hand in the center of my chest.

Then she pounced, pressing firmly until my back hit the door. Chase grabbed the back of my neck and practically forced her tongue between my lips. I could feel my cock stirring in its tight confines and wished I could get them off quickly to pin her to the wall again.

My arms banded around her back as I hoisted her up against me, throwing as much passion into the kiss as she was. She bit my bottom lip and groaned when I cupped her ass and squeezed her tighter.

“Mmmm.” We broke apart––panting––and I was having difficulty focusing on anything other than how sexy she looked in that short dress and her sky-high heels.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, adjusting myself.

“It’s your fault!” she laughed.

“How was that my fault?” She’s the one that told me to wear the damn pants and then jumped me as soon as I was in the door.

“You come here looking all fuckably hot with your leather pants and nervous eyes and telling me you missed me,” she scoffed. “So yeah, all your fault.”

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