Page 47 of Phoenix

Chapter 12

Nora

To say the sexual tension in the back of the Lyft is so thick you can see it is an understatement. I can literally feel my heart pounding in my chest. It’s a steady, quick bump...bump...bump.

Case keeps “accidentally” touching my hand, my leg, any part of me he can, really. My body is on fire. I can feel heat rising in my cheeks.

I only had one drink tonight, and that was hours ago. This isn’t intoxication. No, this is Case. Nothing but Case.

The driver makes a sudden left, I assume because he almost missed his turn, and my dress against the leather seat sends me sliding into Case’s side.

Into the warmth of his body.

I don’t think. Thinking is overrated and I do too much of it.

I paint on a carefree act for my friends and family, but deep down, I’m an overthinker.

Toss it away, Nora. Don’t think. Just do.

I don’t try to move away from him, and when he notices, he curls his arm around my back.

I tip my face up toward his, only catching quick glimpses of his eyes through passing headlights.

“Nora...”

My name in that delicious voice lifts me up like a cloud and I pull him to meet me halfway, and finally...our lips meet.

I melt into him like ice cream on hot pavement.

He tastes like mint with a twist of sugar, and as his tongue finds mine, a moan climbs up my throat and vibrates across my lips.

I can feel him smiling, but he doesn’t pull away. He only deepens our connection.

I feel his strong hand curl under my thigh and pull it up over his waist so we can be even closer.

The slight change in position lets me feel the solid piece of pure male pressing against me.

Holy hell! This is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me.

He slides his lips over my chin and down my jawline, pausing at my racing pulse to gently suck.

There comes another moan.

“No fucking in my car,” the driver says from the front seat, pulling us both from the moment.

“Oh my God.” I cover my face and slide back to my side of the car, stifling a laugh.

“Come on, buddy. Look at her. Wouldn’t you?” Case says to him jokingly.

“No fucking in my car. Even if she is a dime piece,” he says.

My eyes go wide in embarrassment.

“That she is, but you’re right. No fucking in your car. Noted.” Case settles back in his seat then reaches over to take my hand, lacing our fingers together.

He’s letting me know it’s okay.

He’s letting me know he’s right with me.

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