Page 64 of Chasing Lyric
It’s not soft.
It’s not slow.
It’severything.
A collision of heat and hunger and barely restrained fury wrapped up in lust. Our mouths collide with a growl, the kiss deep and demanding, as if he’s trying to claim me, apologize, and make me forget all in the same breath.
I whimper into his mouth, fingers twisting in his shirt as I rise onto my toes to meet him. My pulse is like thunder, my mind a blur of sparks and static.
I should be mad.
I was mad.
But nowI’m on fire.
His hand fists in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp, while his other slides down to grip my waist and pull me flush against him. Our bodies fit together too perfectly. It’s as though the universe has been angling for this moment since the start.
We stumble backward into the house, him guiding, me chasing the high of his mouth. The door slams shut behind us with a kick of his foot, and his lips never leave mine. He pushes me deeper into the living room, hands everywhere, my back, my jaw, my hips, like he can’t decide where to touch first, so he touches all of me.
And I let him.
Because Iwantit.
Iwanthim.
This angry, flustered, too-pretty man who went hunting through half the city for flowers to make a point.
He backs me up until my thighs hit the coffee table. The edge digs in, but I don’t care. I’m too lost in the heat of him, in the way he kisses like it’s the only language he speaks. The table shifts under us with a heavy groan. A second later, the pottedplant topples, slamming to the floor. The ceramic pot shatters, soil spilling like a crime scene.
We freeze.
Chests heaving, lips swollen, breath ragged.
And we both stare at the mess, then at each other.
My pulse won’t slow. My lips are tingling. And when I meet his gaze again, I know, I’ll never kiss anyone like thateveragain.
Not in this lifetime.
Not in any.
Chase tenses as I bite my bottom lip. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’ll buy you another.”
I glare at him with the most serious face I can muster. “It’s irreplaceable. My grandmother bought me that plant.”
His face falls as he grips me tighter. “Oh, fuck!”
I let out a heavy exhale, teasing him further. “Right before she…died,” I whisper the last word to drive it home.
“Jesus, Lyri, I’m so—”
I can’t hold it in anymore as I burst out laughing. Chase’s face scrunches up in confusion as I pull back. “You should see your face. It’s nothing. Totally replaceable. I don’t even remember where I got it from. Probably a market stall somewhere.”
He bends down to help me clean up the mess with a scowl. “You had me for a second, there. You’re an evil, evil woman.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Call it the start of your payback,” I tease.
His hand comes out, stopping on top of mine, his face completely serious as he stills. “Lyri, I can’t apologize enough for my vanishing act. I know I’ve hurt you.” His nostrils flare. “I don’t deserve this second chance, but I’m so glad you’re giving it to me.”
