Page 16 of Master of My Life

me?”

Seconds turned into a full minute as the silence pressed against her. She stared at her hands and

blinked over and over again to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks.

“I . . .” He paused. “I thought it would make it easier on you.” His voice was so low and soft she

barely heard him.

“Easier on me?”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty for enjoying yourself.”

“Don’t you want me?” Her voice sounded too wistful for her own liking.

He put his hand on hers once more. “Of course I do. More than any woman I’ve ever desired in

my life.”

Sabrina turned and stared at him. “Do you, really?”

“Why would you ask me a question like that?”

“You don’t act like it.”

His eyebrows jerked up. “I don’t?”

“The way you looked at me . . . tonight . . . when you got to my apartment . . . I’ve never seen you

look at me like that.”

Chase blinked and stared at her. His jaw moved like he was trying to say something then he

closed it. He reached out and cupped her cheek. “Sabrina, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.

You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and sweet. And so damn sexy, this drive has been the most

uncomfortable time I’ve had that I can remember.”

Sabrina couldn’t help but glance down at his hips, though the car was dark and his pants were

black. She remembered the hardness when he pulled her into his arms at the apartment. “Is it just

because of tonight? This dress?”

“No. Not at all.” His voice grew husky. “Every time I’m around you, it’s a battle to keep my hands

to myself.”

“It is?” she whispered.

“Yes.” He pulled her close. “I can’t lose this battle, though, Sabrina. I’ve waited too long to find

you to lose you over a moment of passion.” He kissed her gently and pulled her to his side.

He trembled, and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

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