Chance frowns, and the action incites my full laughter because it’s clear that’s not what he wanted or expected me to say.
“Fine. But don’t be surprised if I’m back in thirty minutes. I can see those niggas anytime. This . . .” His words pause as he motions between us before he finishes his thought. “Is something far more important to me.”
Yeah, I’m going to need a minute to myself, or it’ll be me laying my cards on the table. I’m not a fan of women begging or anything, but Chance is about to have me throwing my dignity in the trash. If he keeps saying what sounds like sweet nothings, I’ll be asking him to be mine for real. Dignity be damned.
“What about?—”
“Nope. Real connection over everything, remember?”
All I can do is nod as Chance hands me a flute of mimosa, which I confirm with my first sip.
“This is good. I might have to have one of these every morning while we’re here.”
“Good to know. They also have strawberry, peach, and mango ones. I just didn’t know which you would like, so I went with the standard one to be safe.”
I do a little dance as my shoulders bounce at the thought of getting a chance to try every flavor before we leave this resort. The sun serves as a canvas for Chance and me as we partake in light treats and a mimosa.
“What made you create this romantic setting? We could have watched the sunrise without the food and beverages.”
“That’s the thing, we couldn’t. We’re creating moments that will become beacons for where we’re going. I plan to blur the lines so well that you forget everything but the thrills from the experiences we’ll have.”
My eyes peer into Chance’s dark brown ones as I assess the truth or lie within his statements. A chill slides down my back when his eyes flash with adoration and promises of things to come. After a second, Chance’s eyes disconnect from mine and drop to my lips, which causes heat to crawl up my neck.
“Blur that line too,” I whisper in a voice that sounds like a pant.
Oh shoot! Are you sure, Sadia? This could ruin everything.
My breath hitches as I subconsciously lean toward Chance. I want Chance to kiss me, and I feel like I’m unable to breathe easy unless he does. My body trembles with need and desire as Chance’s eyes bounce from my lips and connect with my eyes. I feel like I’m in a trance as my eyes become half-lidded and my lips part on their own accord. For countless seconds that tick into minutes, I breathe Chance’s air as my body teems withenergy. The air around us is thick and charged with enough sparks to ignite a fireplace.
“If we do this,” Chance whispers, and I hang onto every syllable as I wait for him to finish, “this is more than blurred lines.” Chance’s words are heavy with a meaning I’m too far gone to fully comprehend.
All I can do is nod because the idea of stopping feels impossible to my wayward mind. Longing shoves the tinge of fear within me out of the way. In the deep recesses of my mind, I can admit that I have wanted this forever. A shaky breath slips between my lips as time seems to pause when Chance’s lips are in front of mine, like he’s giving me time to change my mind. I don’t; instead, I remove the inch of space between our lips.
Jesus!
Chance’s lips are softer than I expected. The kiss starts off gentle, almost hesitant on my part, sending a shiver through me. My hands curl into the front of his shirt without permission as my mind comes to the determination that this is right. I swallow the moan at the back of my throat when Chance deepens the kiss. It’s enough to ignite my treasure as my juices flow. Chance’s hand settles at my waist, warm and steady like he’s not only anchoring me but himself as well. We continue our kiss, and our mouths grow less careful before the urge to breathe breaks our connection.
Chance exhales against my lips like he’s been wanting and waiting to kiss me. My forehead rests against his as I breathe heavily, knowing that we’ve crossed a line that we can never return to.
“Wow,” I whisper.
Chance laughs, and the sound vibrates through me like it came from a megaphone. “Yeah, that’s exactly the word.”
In this moment, everything feels different in a way that solidifies change. I’m not sure where we go from here, but damn,that kiss didn’t just give me several reasons to let go. I definitely need a minute out of Chance’s presence to sit with my thoughts and relish in the magnitude of our kiss.
Damn,that kiss has me stuck and unable to shake off the memory of Sadia’s lips. Or how the sound of her moans nearly had me lying her down on the blanket and fucking her under the sun’s rays. After the quick precursor with Sadia and then breakfast with the fellas, I managed to talk Sadia into hanging out with everyone. Blame it on my dick and its hypersensitivity to Sadia’s nearby presence, but I’m unable to focus or shift my gaze from where she is. We’re at a local nightclub, and I’m supposed to be having a good time with my boys.
The bass thumps through the floor, rattling the glass in my hand. I haven’t taken a drink from it in ten minutes. My eyes are glued to Sadia as she laughs as her head tilts back, her eyes squeeze shut, and her right hand brushes Erin’s arm. It appearslike they’ve been friends for years instead of less than forty-eight hours. The lights around the dance floor wash over Sadia’s body and seem to enhance her every curve. Like a sick puppy, my eyes follow Sadia’s every move.
“Damn, bro. Do you plan on blinking at some point, or do I need to check to see if somebody has some Visine?”
Morris’s question lands, but I don’t look away or break my stare down. Sadia’s eyes sparkle, and her face brightens when she smiles.Jesus, help me.
“I’m wondering if Ms. Sadia will be able to escape with her face intact. From his unmovable gaze, she’s liable to have a hole somewhere by the time we leave,” Thomas adds.
“Hole or no hole, she’s fucking mine, so I can look if I want,” I say without looking away from Sadia.
“Wow. I see this woman got your boxers in a knot,” Raymond jokes.
