Page 24 of Lost in You (Flirting with Forever 1)

I’m lost in her.

Chapter 12

Madison

My cheek is mashed up against something warm and smooth. I inhale, and the scent is distinctly masculine, all woods and smoke and night. A flow of warmth snakes its way from my belly down lower. I’m slipping, sliding, craving more of the feeling. The throbbing between my legs becomes more insistent, and I try to press my legs together. I can’t, though, as there’s something rock-solid in the way. Instead, I press myself against the hardness, hoping to soothe some of the ache I’m feeling.

In my sleep-fogged state, I seek out more of that sensation, anything to assuage the building pressure at the juncture of my thighs. It feels so good, so right, I let out a breathy little moan.

That’s when I realize this isn’t a dream. I’m rubbing up against Shawn’s muscular thigh like I’m in heat. Like I’m some sort of oversexed floozy.

Oh. God. I blink, my pulse racing. Lying there quietly, I try to calm myself. I don’t dare look up to see if he’s awake because if he is, I just won’t be able to handle it. Even worse, my breasts feel heavy and tingly, my panties are damp, and my lady bits are still humming, fully aware of the nearness of his very hot, very hard body.

I have no idea why he’s still in the bed. I guess we fell asleep watching the TV, which is still on. Please, oh please, let him think I’m asleep. Or better, let him still be asleep and be none the wiser.

Finally, I get up the courage to roll over, away from all the manly muscle, scent, and warmth. I make a little noise like I’m sighing in my sleep and settle in, my back to him.

Looking at the small clock on the bedside table, I see it’s five in the morning. Too early to get up, but now I’m too keyed up for sleep. This is going to be the longest day of all the long days there ever were. This is worse than last-day-of-school long. The absolute worst.

After several more minutes, I manage to finally slow the overwrought state of my pounding heart. It’s okay. Nothing to see here, folks. I’m just a woman, in bed with a man, and haven’t gotten laid in a long, long time.

“It’s okay, Madison. You were asleep.” His gruff voice sends me spinning. He grunts and the mattress dips as he shifts his big body. He rasps, “That was the cuddling you were talking about yesterday, right? So, let’s try the spooning.” He plants his hand at my waist and scooches closer, wrapping his body around mine. His sleep-laden voice rumbles out again, “Practicing.”

I work a hard swallow. “I’m never sleeping again.”

A rough chuckle sounds from behind me, but after another minute, his breathing evens out, and it’s obvious he’s gone right the hell back to sleep.

There’s no way I’m sleeping, but I close my eyes and my mind wanders off, thinking about everything we’d talked about yesterday. Shawn has been so kind, so helpful, and such a damn good sport dealing with all of my worries for what’s to come this weekend. It’s all so unlike the image that’s built in my head of him, the one where he’d shocked me completely by cheating on his girlfriend.

Something feels wrong. So wrong. But I can’t pinpoint it.

When Chase pulls up in my driveway, I hurry out the door, a bag in my hand and a skip in my step.

I give him a quick wave and a grin before circling his truck. Snatching the door open, I pull myself into the cab, and flounce onto the seat before leaning over to touch my lips to his.

“Hey, babe. You ready to roll out to the theater?”

I nod eagerly. “What’s playing tonight?” Chase and I have plans to go to a quaint little drive-in movie theater on the outskirts of town. I’m excited because one, I really love going to the movies, and two, I’m really starting to feel like he may be “the one.” He’s kind and attentive and oh so handsome. There’s something about his chocolate-brown eyes that just make me melt when he looks at me.

“I think it’s the same Godzilla flick as last time. Is that okay?”

“Sure. I don’t care what it is so long as I’m with you.” I give him a soft smile and scoot back to get more comfortable.

“Oh, shoot. I think I’m sitting on something.” I shift to the side when I realize something is wedged in the seat. I poke around behind me for a second before my fingers wrap around something metallic and circular. “Chase? What’s this?” I hold up a silver bangle with some charms on it. They make a tinkling sound as I examine it, holding it this way and that. It’s really pretty. There’s a charm with a little flower, one with a Scorpio symbol, and then a final one with an L imprinted on it. I frown, my brows furrowing together.

“What’s what, baby? What’d you find?” He grips the back of my neck in his hand and his mouth descends on mine in a hard kiss before he angles back and hits the accelerator, taking us off down the road.

“This.” I hold the bangle up so he can see it while he drives. “Where’d this come from?”

He clears his throat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “It’s not yours?” He glances at it, then returns his attention back to the road.

I’m completely distracted by the jewelry in my hand. “No, it’s not.”

He looks confused. “Huh.” Then he snaps his fingers. “You know, Shawn borrowed my truck last week for a date. He was driving up to the mountains and didn’t want to take that crappy old sedan of his.” He nods. “Yeah, I bet that’s it.” He tosses me a nonchalant smile and shrugs his shoulders.

“But Chase. There’s an L on one of these little charms. Shawn is still dating Dana, isn’t he?”

“Well …” He presses his lips together and holds his hands up for a quick second before returning them to the wheel. “He gets around quite a bit, I guess. I saw him with some other chick last week. Maybe it’s her.” Chase smirks playfully. “That dog.”

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