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The heat in his eyes said otherwise. “That’s right.”

I smiled devilishly. “That sounds like a challenge. Dance with me.”

Chapter 17

REESE

I woke to a nibble on the shell of my ear. What the…

Last night. Last night. Oh my God. Did I? Panicked, I momentarily froze in bed as I wracked my hungover brain, trying to remember the end of the evening. I was never so relieved when a paw smacked me in the jaw.

“Jesus…” I grumbled, turning to find Tallulah licking my ear and swatting my face. I pulled the sheet over my head, blocking Ugly Kitty access. Undeterred, she climbed on top of me and settled on my chest.

“Meow.” She nuzzled at the sheet hiding me.

I attempted to lift my head, but it hurt too much. “What? What do you want?”

“Meow.”

“Ugh.” Even her tiny cry hurt. I would have sworn there was a little drummer getting warmed up inside my skull. There was no rhythm to the pounding, just a hammer whaling against the bass, then the snare, followed by a few slams of the cymbals. Ugh.

What the hell did I drink last night?

I remembered Chase showing up, and dragging him out onto the dance floor so I could rub my body against his and tempt his willpower. Oh God. I’d made it a game—see if I could get Chase to give in.

We’d laughed over shots of disgusting Peppermint Schnapps, and Christian and Jules had eventually joined in. The two of them were looking mighty cozy, I remembered. Things got a bit fuzzier after that.

There was the cab ride home.

I remembered being tired.

So tired.

I just needed to close my eyes for a bit, put my head down to rest while we drove across town.

My head.

So sleepy.

I’d rested it all right. In Chase’s lap.

I remembered he’d woken me. When I’d lifted my sleepy head, I’d brushed against the crotch of his pants.

Oh God.

He was hard. And I made a comment about it. Awesome.

Chase had helped me out of the car and told the cabbie to keep the meter running.

The elevator had taken forever. When we stepped inside, I leaned against his chest and took a deep breath, smelling him up close.

Oh God.

I told him he smelled good enough to eat.

I suggested he purchase a cabin in the woods and chop wood shirtless.

His arms were wrapped tight around me as we walked toward my apartment. In hindsight, I might have actually needed the support to walk.