He exhaled sharply, like he was trying to regain control of himself, and then he smirked, grazing his hands where her shorts should be, pressing one last slow, deep kiss to her lips before pulling away.
"You're a fucking menace," he muttered, stepping back, his fingers lingering on her thighs for just a second longer than necessary.
Savannah's breath hitched, her lips still swollen, her body still burning for him.
She frowned. What the hell was he doing?
"What—?"
Chase grinned, running a hand through his hair, looking too damn smug for someone who had just turned her into a mess of need.
"Breakfast first," he said, turning back to the stove, grabbing the spatula like he hadn't just obliterated her in the span of five minutes.
Savannah gasped at him.
"Are you serious?"
He chuckled, flipping whatever the hell was in the pan, like he wasn’t rock hard and one touch away from completely losing his shit again.
"Starving," he said simply.
Savannah's jaw tightened, her pulse pounding.
"You're impossible," she muttered, hopping off the counter.
She adjusted his shirt on her body, crossing her arms, glaring at him as he plated their food.
Chase barely glanced at her, just reached for a cup of coffee, taking a long, slow sip before turning back around, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Something wrong, Monroe?"
She narrowed her eyes.
She could play this game too.
Savannah tilted her head, stepped closer—close enough that he could feel the heat of her against him, close enough that she knew it would drive him crazy.
Then, she leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
"Nothing at all," she whispered, her fingers ghosting over the chiseled bulgefrom his shorts, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.
Then she pulled back just as quickly, grabbing her plate and heading toward the table like she hadn’t just mind fucked his entire existence.
Chase cursed under his breath, his jaw clenching as he watched her.
And Savannah?
She just smirked, taking a slow, satisfied bite of food.
Game. On.
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Game On
Savannahchewedherbiteof food slowly, deliberately, watching Chase as he took a sip of his coffee, the muscles in his jaw clenching hard as hell.
He was trying to play it cool, but she saw the tension in his body.
