Page 22 of David's Chase

A faint smile tugs at his lips.

“Sure…” he murmurs, his eyes dipping to my mouth. “You let me know,” he adds and tips his mouth to mine but stalls.

I don’t take it as a moment of hesitation. He seems to ponder something else.

Before he says or does anything else, I press my lips to his, and his arm tightens around me.

We kiss, and my resolve dissolves.

“It’s not like I don’t want to come,” I say, becoming soft and vulnerable with every passing moment.

“I know,” he says, a warm glint in his eyes.

It seems sincere, honest, truthful. It seems like he really cares about me.

Like he understands the hurdles that I’m facing and how much different my life is from his.

And then I get a hard slap upside the head from the voice inside my head. She scowls at me, saying nothing, and I quickly back away from that moment.

Even if he cares for me right now, that doesn’t mean we are truly connecting or anything like that.

He is a busy billionaire, and I am a student working as a sales clerk in a store.

Still, I open my mouth and speak, ignoring the little devil inside my head.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

The pleasure flooding his eyes is immense, the flattery, the surprise overwhelming. The power he’s giving me right now leaves me breathless.

A few simple words from me affect him so much?

His cheeks are flushed, his eyes heavy, and I know he feels good.

He likesthis.

Whateverthisis.

“I wish that too,” he says before leaving a tender kiss on my lips. I wish it could be so much more.

He straightens and has his hand at the root of my neck while struggling to leave.

If he goes now, and I can’t fly to New York I wont be seeing him for weeks maybe.

The thought makes me shudder, igniting a reaction in my body.I’m longing for him, a volcano brewing right under his touch.

My blood blasts through my veins, and tingles swirl between my thighs.

There’s this facade of calmness, perfect composure, and imperturbable rationality to me, while right beneath my skin, an irrational woman is savagely victimized by her desires, refusing to employ a shred of strategy or play the game because she wants to feed her body instead.

His smile turns into a trap as he looks down and runs his fingers from the apex of my thighs to my breasts.

It’s like he knows what happens in my mind, what kind of filthy thoughts spin in my brain, what kind of wicked struggle is gnawing at my edges, and how intensely it can fanthe flames of lust.

His teasing doesn’t help in the slightest as he brings his fingers to a nipple and rubs it slowly, pouring a ton of tension into my body.

I wish I could have this man forever.

But my forever is now.

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