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But the second I part my lips for him, he pulls me closer and his kiss turns hot, consuming.

His strong hands tilt my head, so that he can deepen the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, firm and silky. He explores my mouth with measured strokes, his lips pressing against mine, his teeth nipping at me as if he were trying to rein himself in.

His hands are tangled in my hair, while mine fist the expensive fabric of his white shirt.

We’re holding onto each other to erase the distance of the past two years.

Chance’s hands leave my hair to trace my collarbone; his fingers toy with the neckline of my dress, dangerously close to the swell of my breasts.

My body reacts with a wave of tingling heat that causes my nipples to harden, rubbing against my dress.

I don’t even realize that I lifted my leg against his hip until his fingers sneak under my dress.

He holds my leg in place, his slightly rough fingers supporting the underside of my thigh.

Chance presses himself against me and my needy moan is swallowed by his mouth.

He’s hard in his pants.

“Too many clothes,” I murmur against his mouth, running my fingers along his length.

“You’re right.” He growls, grinding his hips into my hand.

His lips leave mine to glide down the column of my neck, and I arch to give him better access.

“Oh.” I moan when he bites a sensitive spot at the base of my neck, sending a wave of sensation all the way down between my thighs.

“Zara, baby,” he pants, his forehead touching mine. “We can’t do this here. Anyone could walk out of the dining room for some air and see us.”

He’s right.

“Where can we go, then?” my chest is heaving and I can’t think. All I know is that I miss the feeling of his lips on mine. I want to touch his skin without the barriers of our clothes, see if his chest is as ripped as it feels touching it through his clothes.

“There’s the pool house, or one of the locker rooms in the spa area. They’ll be empty at this time. But we’ve been out here for a while and I don’t know how much longer the speeches are going to last. Probably we should go back inside.”

I know he’s right. That doesn’t mean that I have to like what he’s saying, though.

“You suck,” I pout.

He chuckles, his voice low, gravelly, and hot. “Oh, believe me, I will suck. If we were somewhere more private, I’d be down on my knees. I would lift your pretty dress and bury my facebetween your thighs. I would lick you and tease you until you beg me to make you come. And then, when you’re almost there, I would suck your sweet little clit into my mouth until you beg me to stop.”

Jesus, fuck.

Just hearing him say that has pushed me a little closer to the edge. My clit has a pulse of its own.

“I don’t think I would ever ask you to stop.” I murmur, tracing his perfect jaw with my fingers.

“Fuck.” Chance nips at my bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. We should really go back inside for now, though.”

I nod, exhaling to try to calm my erratic breathing. “Ok.”

Chance takes my hand. “But this isn’t over, Zara.”

“Hey, there you two are.” Scott’s voice comes from behind us.

Heat rises to my face as his blue eyes, so similar to Chance’s, bore into mine. I know I’m blushing. I hate the fact that I have zero poker face.

Chance’s father looks from me to his son, his lips flattening as if something was bothering him.

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