One step away from snapping.
She tilted her head, smiling sweetly. “Afraid of a little hot water, Montgomery?”
Chase exhaled, slow and controlled, shaking his head with pure amusement.
But his eyes?
Fucking deadly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice soft, smooth, but absolutely terrifying.
Savannah barely had time to process it—
Because in one sharp movement, Chase launched forward, gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her off the fucking ground.
She yelped, gasping as he carried her straight up the stairs, his grip unforgiving, possessive, claiming.
“Chase—”
“You wanted to play, Monroe?” His voice vibrated through her, his breath hot against her neck as he took the stairs two at a time.
Her stomach flipped, heat pooling between her legs, her body throbbing against him.
“Now?” He reached the top of the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door with his shoulder, his body pinned against hers, pressing her into the chilled wall.
His eyes burned into hers, his hands gripping her thighs, his chest heaving, his restraint hanging by the fucking seams.
“Now, I’m gonna make sure you understand exactly what you started.”
Savannah swallowed hard, her body melting against his.
But she wouldn’t back down.
Wouldn’t let him win so easily.
So she smirked, trailing a single finger over his chest, her lips brushing his ear.
“Then don’t keep me waiting.”
Savannah’s breath was ragged, her back pressed against the cool wall, her thighs wrapped tight around Chase’s waist.
His grip was brutal, his hands digging into her skin, his body so damn close she could feel every thick, hard inch of him through his shorts.
And God help her—
She wanted him to snap.
She wanted him to lose every ounce of control he was barely hanging onto.
But Chase?
Chase was a cruel, ruthless man.
He dragged his lips down her throat, his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping justenough to make her shudder.
His fingers skated up her thighs, pushing beneath his Henley that she still wore, his hands roaming, claiming, burning.
Her pulse pounded, her nails raking over his back, her hips grinding against him without a second thought.
