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In this instance, she feels likeeverything.

There’s no way I’ll be able to walk away from this. Maybe not even when I get this all figured out.

Chapter Twelve

Angelica

What has led me to this point is all thanks to too much alcohol in my system and the assault on my lips when I couldn’t quite bring myself to shove Chase off me.

Pride and resilience be damned. I’m feeling too good and too free right now to turn this away. I can have all the regrets I want in the morning.

From teetering back and forth in these heels, I feel my legs starting to grow tired, but the concern to get them off and rest is pushed to the back of my mind as Chase’s lips lock onto the exposed flesh of my neck.

I try and fail several times to get my apartment key into the door. Chase’s lips are too distracting. The feel of his much larger body melding against the back of mine is enough to keep me warm and invade my senses,notto second-guess what I’m doing.

I’m not entirely sure how I managed to navigate us back to my place or how he drove us safely when my hands were too busy roaming every part of his body I could reach.

My head floats in a heady concoction of the alcohol in my veins and the masculine scent wafting off Chase. Strong desire powers the lust I’ve tried my best to suppress for this man. I’m crazed for him, just like I felt out of control for him in high school. But now I know how good sex can feel. I can’t think clearly enough to get him into my place and find out what the hype surrounding him is really like.

I’m so starved for him the thought of only being one of his numerous conquests doesn’t faze me as the door swings open and I stumble forward. I’m about to kick off my heels in an incredibly unsexy way when his massive hands creep around my waist and then I’m twisted up into his arms.

“Holy shit.” My shout transforms into a giggle. “My, my, someone is so strong.” Nerves be damned, I’ll be a fool of anything for him in this instant.

“You bet your fine ass, woman.” His growl nips at my neck.

My small apartment is shrouded in darkness with only the gentle moonlight coming through my closed blinds. It doesn’t deter Chase. Twin thumps indicate he has kicked off his boots. The gentle thuds of his feet slapping against the worn carpet and the soothing sway of his arms around me as he walks are the only clues he’s taking us deeper into my home.

“Where’s the light?” His chest heaves, but his breathing and voice give nothing away of him being strained.

He’s as affected as I am by the kisses we’ve shared.

“Somewhere by the door.” I generalize. How does he expect me to think about something as trivial as that? I could care less if the lights were on or not. “This’ll be fine.” Ever since the cool night’s air hit me when I left, my mind has been in a fog that lacks all inhibitions.

His chest briefly shakes with laughter before I’m placed gently—almost sweetly—on my bed. “Not for me.” He nips at my ear before drawing back to stand tall over me. When the light finally comes on, I’m nearly blinded but only for a moment when Chase’s towering body comes to block the single overhead fixture from my eyes.

“Wow.” If the light wasn’t hurting my eyes, they would widen at his daunting example of near male perfection.

He'd be the perfect man if only his mouth and mind were as appealing as his body.

He isn’t overly muscular like some women seem to be drawn to now. There are no bulging veins in his arms or neck to show how much he likes to push his body. Yet his muscles are incredibly pleasing to look at.

He also makes my bedroom look extremely small.

“Right back at ya, babe.” He grins down at me. I get an uninterrupted show as he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt over it in that oh-so-sexy way men only seem capable of doing. His arms bulge with the motion. His fit chest and abdominals greet me; the shadows dancing in the room cast deep valleys between each contour, leading down to the dusting of hair trailing into the waist of his jeans.

But the rest of my show stops when he comes to me, forcing me to fall back on my elbows and spread my legs to accommodate him.

“Your turn.” His fingers wrap around the bottom of my dress, grazing the searing flesh of my thighs.

I’m quivering for him.

Licking my lips, I don’t break my gaze from his stupidly handsome face. For once, he isn’t being cocky or full of himself. This side of Chase I could get used to.

He drags my dress over my head and leaves it to float to the small space of floor left in my room, thanks to my desire for a bigger bed than one person needs. His eyes burn a trail down my body and back up. A mesmerized expression morphs his face from lustful to far more wanton than I ever thought possible.

“So fucking sexy,” he rasps, tugging until my bra and panties are also gone from my body. I don’t feel any embarrassment as he takes in my naked body, heels aside, and those are what Ireallywant to take off.

“I could say the same if you dropped your pants.” My breathing escalates as the desire revs up within me.

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