Page 11 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Victoria

Istruggled to keep my wits about me as Chase pressed his hips against mine, his shaft as hard and unforgiving as the door at my back. He was arrogant—and a liar—but he wasn’t exaggerating about his size. I’d had nothing to compare it to at eighteen, but experience since then had taught me he was in a league of his own.

And the jerk knew it, because he leaned in and put his lips next to my ear. “You know you’ve missed this.” He kept up his circuit around my nipple as he spoke, his voice like gravel and his breaths coming faster and heavier. “You missed how good I make you feel. How much you love having my hands on you.”

My eyes wanted to slide shut, and a moan rose in my throat. I couldn’t even contradict him.

Because I did miss his touch.

And I loved his hands on me. Memories rushed back. Chase was built like a linebacker, and he was well-proportioned everywhere. His dick nudged between my legs, reminding me there were just a few layers of fabric separating us. His big body emanated heat, and his delicious scent swirled around me.

But we had serious, serious problems.

Like the past seven years.

Like him taking my virginity and then falling off the face of the earth.

Like the fact that his family had ruined mine.

Anger surged up, threatening to choke me. He had a lot of fucking nerve showing up at the lodge.

And yet…

His wicked thumb circled my nipple, sending lightning bolts of desire shooting through me. My knees loosened, and heat gathered between my legs.

He was right about that, too. I was soaked for him. My head knew I should be furious, but my body clearly wasn’t on board with that plan.

I held my palms flat against the door so I wouldn’t reach for him, even though I longed to tangle my fingers in his thick hair. There were too many unanswered questions between us.

I needed to think.

“Don’t think,” he growled. Then his teeth grazed my earlobe.

The moan I’d been holding back escaped.

He pinched my nipple, making me jerk. He talked in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “Five seconds. Tell me to leave or we’re picking up where we left off, and you’re going to get every single inch of what I have to give you.”

I shouldn’t.

“Five,” he rasped in my ear, and his stubble scraped my cheek, sending shivers coursing down my spine. I closed my eyes as my heart threatened to pound from my chest.

We shouldn’t.

“Four.”

Blood rushed in my ears. This is a big mistake.

“Three.”

So why didn’t it feel like one?

“Two.” He slid his hands to my hips, his palms so hot they seemed to brand me through my shirt.

My eyes flew open.

And met Chase’s narrowed, burning ones.

“One.” He scooped me up with two big hands on my ass, then strode to the table and deposited me none too gently on the edge. The old wood creaked as he yanked up my skirt and shoved my thighs apart. My heels dangled in the air, and my skirt bunched around my waist.

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