Page 132 of The Chance

Faith.

Love.

“Siempre te elegiré a ti, mi vida,” I whisper and press my lips to Mac’s.

I will always choose you.

It takes him a split second to shake off his confusion, but then he’s kissing me back and that tingling inside my chest lights like sparklers glowing orange.

The ease of it spackles over more of the cracked open bits inside me, filling in the tiny broken pieces of me with a blinding brilliance that casts out more of the darkness.

My hands are cupping his face when his tongue swipes over my lip, my stomach full of fluttering butterflies when I let him in.

Finally.

Something inside me clicks. Clearing like the sky after a storm.

And, goddamn, kissing him is like tasting the sunlight without getting burned.

“Shit,” he murmurs breathlessly against my lips and my heart patters. “I could fucking kiss you all night long.”

As if to prove his point, he dives right back in, licking and teasing me as his fingers dig into my ass. He pulls, dragging me over his lap and along the hardness barely contained by his shorts.

It doesn’t even matter that my own cock is trapped, harder than any erection I’ve ever fucking had, by the confines of my jeans.

The gasp that leaks out is almost as involuntary as the groan that follows when he does it again.

“Vida.”

“Mmm, yeah, baby,” he rumbles, and it rolls right down my spine, lighting me on fire from the inside out. He’s full on palming my ass, hauling me close enough that our chests aretouching, and our pants are in tandem. His breath feeds mine. His teeth trapping my lip with the faintest sting he licks away. That tongue of his trails along my jaw and down my neck where he nips and suckles at the skin, and it takes everything in me not to embarrass myself with the moan trapped in my throat.

It's like he knows all the right places. All the perfect spots to burn me up. Make me hard. Leave me panting. Aching.Wanting.

Pulling and pushing, he works me over his stiff cock as my head falls back.

It’s never been quite like this before.

I’ve never wanted someone so fucking bad.

He reads me like a book, the instructions painted clearly on the page.

Him.

My missing piece.

He was right fucking there, in front of my face, just waiting for me to catch up.

“Mac,” I choke out and fist his hair, pulling his head back to look at him.

Swollen lips, pink from my kiss.

Green-blue eyes molten with desire.

A flush spreading over the freckles covering his cheeks.

“You aren’t a bottom, are you?”

His smirk is slow and nearly sinister.

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