"How wet are you?" He whispered as he reached down to feel.
She let out a slight moan. She was losing herself, spiraling, falling so damn fast—
And then—
Then he stopped.
Savannah let out a frustrated whimper, her chest heaving as Chase suddenly backed off, his hands leaving her like she was on fire.
She blinked, disoriented, confused, throbbing for more.
“What the—”
Chase exhaled hard, rolling his shoulders back, his hands clenching at his sides, his jaw so fucking tight it looked like he was about to break his own control in half.
But he didn’t.
He just… stepped back.
Savannah’s stomach dropped, her body screaming in protest, throbbing for him, for his hands, his mouth, his body—
Instead, Chase ran a hand through his already wild hair, his chest still rising and falling, his restraint so fucking fragile it was almost painful to witness.
Then?
He smirked.
And that cocky, self-satisfied expression had her blood boiling.
“Go shower, Monroe,” he said, voice gravelly, thick with amusement.
Savannah scowled at him, her body still pinned to the wall, burning, pulsing, desperate for him to fucking finish what he started.
Her lips parted. “Are you—”
He tilted his head, stepping away completely, putting space between them, crossing his arms over his chest like he wasn’t the very reason she was about to combust on the spot.
His next words?
Pure, evil cruelty.
“I need to go clean up the kitchen.”
Savannah’s jaw dropped.
Her brain barely processed the words because no fucking way was he doing this to her.
She clenched her fists, pushing off the wall, eyes narrowing. “Are you serious?”
Chase grinned, and God help her, she wanted to wipe that smirk right off his perfect, gorgeous fucking face.
She crossed her arms, glaring. “You just—” She huffed, flustered, annoyed, burning. “You just did all that—just to leave me hanging?”
His grin widened. “As you can see, I’m the one hanging” he said with a wink.
Fucking bastard.
“You started this, sweetheart,” he mused, tilting his head, running a lazy, appreciative gaze down her body like he wasn’t just as tortured as she was.
