Their heads collided in midair, her forehead smashing against the bridge of his nose. His eyes watered, and adrenaline swamped his veins, shooting his nervous system into overdrive. She landed heavily on the bed, arm over her head, the car’s key fob clutched in her fist.
“Nice try, baby.”
“Fuck you, Chase.” She made a concerted effort to scratch his eyes out, and for his own safety, her second arm joined her first. His hands were big. Big enough for one to grasp both her wrists in an iron grip.
With his free hand, he went for the key. She took advantage and tried to knee him in the nuts. He twisted in time, and she missed her intended target, catching him with a good shot to the thigh instead.
Before she could try again, he neutralized the threat to his privates by throwing his leg over hers. Shoving his calf behind her knees, he pinned her legs together. Gray didn’t hesitate. She bit him hard at the base of the neck.
Cursing, he arched his back, his hips pushing her into the bed. His body out of reach of her teeth. Her arms trapped over her head. And her legs immobilized. She couldn’t do much to him now.
Didn’t matter. She continued to squirm.
“Jesus Christ, Gray. Stop.” To his surprise, she immediately ceased and desisted. Not trusting her surrender for a second, he kept her pinned, and with his free hand, he checked his neck for blood. He didn’t find any. Next, he felt along the bridge of his nose, searching for damage and willing to bet she’d head-butted him on purpose.
“Is it broken?” she asked.
“No.”
“That’s unfortunate.” She tried to buck him off. “Get off me, asshole.”
The name-calling did it. Or maybe the head he should be using wasn’t getting enough blood. Either way, he’d had enough. Reaching above her, he pried the fob from her clutched fist and threw the damn thing at the table in the corner.
His aim off, the hunk of plastic slammed into the lamp, leaving a dent in the yellowed shade before careening off the wall and landing behind the chair. The light bulb winked, and the room went dark. Gray cried out and bucked him again.
“For God’s sake, woman.Stop.” He cut off her struggles by settling his weight on her, his forehead coming to rest on the mattress. Breathing heavy, his chest heaved against hers while her heart pounded a rapid staccato between the beats of his own.
Her teeth raked his skin, millimeters from his jugular. “Bite me again, and I swear you’ll regret it.”
She snorted, her warm breath brushing against his neck as her lips withdrew. Relief hit him like a slug to a bulletproof vest, and he started laughing, a subterranean tremor he tried to hold in, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
Oh God. He needed that. Tension released, his body relaxed along the length of hers.
In response, Gray stiffened further. “Get off me.” Her hips pushed against him.
“No.”
“Get the fuck off me,please.”
More rubbing on her part had him groaning on the inside. His dick getting harder by the second, it took every ounce of mental strength he possessed to keep from grinding his erection against her. “No.”
“I’m serious, Chase. Get off me.”
He looked her in the eyes. “No. Not until you apologize for biting me.”
“Biting you! You damn near broke my fucking hand. If you think I’m fucking apologizing,youare sadly fucking mistaken. It’ll be a cold fucking day in—”
Chase cut off any further f-bombs by covering Gray’s lips with his. He expected resistance and got none. Her lips parted, and she met him halfway, eager and willing. Damn, her mouth was hot, his temperature spiking higher with every stroke of her velvet tongue.
She tasted like mint and smelled like a summer breeze after the rain. Wild, fresh, and so fucking appealing, he could get lost in her forever and die a happy man. Her moan egged him on, and he trailed his fingers down her cheek. Exploring her contours, he committed the shape of her face to memory.
The taste of her. The smell of her. The silkiness of her hair and the feel of her skin.
He’d know her blindfolded.
Her breath hitched as he caressed his hand lower, along her neck, and over the groove of her collarbone. When he reached the swell of her breast, he hesitated. She arched her back, and lost in the heat of the moment, he took what she offered, cupping her through the thin fabric of her tee.
Her nipple a hard nub, he teased and squeezed. She groaned and sucked his lip into her mouth. He deepened the kiss, their tongues hot and wet, seeking and finding. Fuck. He wanted more. Needed more.
