Page 17 of Irresistible Second Chance

Without another word, he picked me up effortlessly and placed me into the truck next to Santos. He then bounded up into the cargo area, pounded on the roof of the truck and said, “Alright, let’s go.”

And we were off…

Chapter 5

I woke up with my face pressed against his chest, and to my surprise, no pants. Chris’ arm was wrapped around my waist, his palm resting against my lower back. He was just inches away from the waistband of my panties. At least I still had those on, I thought bitterly to myself. I was starting to think whenever Chris was around, I turned into an affection-starved maniac. What exactly happened last night?

I groaned and said to no one in particular, “This is getting ridiculous.” I sat up trying to get my bearings, and then slumped back down. I was exhausted.

“Finally, you’re awake,” he said with a yawn. I looked up at him then. Even his yawn was sexy. He stretched and pulled me back up against him. I swear, he behaved as if we’d never broken up.

“I am very awake,” I narrowed my eyes at him and said, “Where are my pants?”

He shrugged, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was checking out my butt.

“Chris, hello! Answer the question, where are my pants?”

“I don’t know. Look around. I’m not the one who took them off. You insisted on being free and exercising your right to embrace a pants-less society,” He laughed, “You actually said that. It was the funniest thing I heard all night. I didn’t know you hated pants that much.”

I wanted to wipe the amusement off his face. I wasn’t amused one bit.

He continued, folding his arms behind his head, “Those pain killers had you behaving very…um…unlike yourself, I guess is the way to put it delicately. I had to convince you to leave your shirt on. You took your bra off though.” He pointed to the chair, and I gasped realizing that I was indeed braless, and my chest was pressed against his. My nipples hardened instantly, and he clearly noticed.

“Stop looking,” I barked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled taking another peek at my butt instead, “But it’s kind of hard not to.”

That wasn’t the only thing that was hard I thought to myself as I scrambled off of him, my leg I realized was positioned right over his crotch.

Groaning, I shimmied away from him with as much grace as I could muster, which wasn’t a lot. He eyed me, still amused, “Do you need help?”

“No,” I said sharply, hoping he would be intimidated by my tone. One look at his smug face showed me that he wasn’t taking me seriously at all. “Just don’t look. Look the other way.”

“Is this really necessary? You haven’t had on pants all night.”

“Yes, it’s necessary,” I hissed. “Remember this is exactly why Chloe tried to stab me with that fork. Every time I fall asleep with you, I lose an item of clothing!”

“It’s not my fault you get hot when you’re asleep and disrobe.”

“Don’t play innocent as if you’ve ever tried to stop me.”

He laughed, “We’ve been falling asleep next to each other since we were kids. It’s no big deal.”

“It is to me,” I said struggling to get my shorts up and around the bulky cast. Feeling defeated, I slid down into the chair and started pulling at it, frustrated.

“Need some help?”

“I said no!” I knew I spoke too sharply and had raised my voice, but I was kind of mortified. He said nothing happened, but I didn’t appreciate waking up in a compromised position even if I were the one who started it.

It wasn’t until then that I realized we weren’t in the house that Robert had booked for us.

As I pulled my shorts over my butt victoriously, I looked around at the fancy digs around me. “Umm….where are we?”

“My place,” he said sitting up in bed and stretching again. His place? Hmmm. It was all coming back to me. He did mention that he had his own place on the island. How often did he come here? I had a million questions running through my brain and they all were quickly forgotten as I looked at him again.

He was wearing boxer briefs and his muscular thighs pressed against the fabric in the sexiest of ways. I was ashamed to say all I could think about was getting back into bed with him. I wasn’t going to let that happen though. I was a grown woman who could control her needs. Not that I needed Chris. I didn’t. I mean, I did, but not in that way. Maybe. How long was I going to lie to myself? Even though we dated briefly in the past, and had kissed a few times, I had ended our relationship before it had gotten to that stage. I couldn’t help but wonder as I looked at him what it would feel like to be intimate with him.

“What’s wrong with you?” I said to myself.

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