Page 12 of Chasing You

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t be sitting here flirting with you if there was.”

“That’s good,” he says, leaning his hands on the bar on either side of my body. My instincts say I should feel claustrophobic, but I feel relaxed being this close to him. Well, somewhere between relaxed and on edge at the same time, because this man is very close to me, and I don’t have a single protest on my lips about it.

“Is it, now?” I can’t help the way my tongue darts out to moisten my bottom lip that he’s staring directly at.

“Yeah, it is,” he whispers, his eyes darting around my face but landing back on my lips. “Because I really want to kiss you right now.” My heart starts beating erratically in my chest as his eyes roam my face. “And that might be crazy considering we don’t really know each other like you said but?—”

I don’t hesitate as I grab Miles by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me, smashing my lips right into his.

He groans as I open my mouth, my tongue tentatively moving toward his. His hands move from the bar to grab my hips, his grip tighter than I’d expected, and it makes me lean further into him.

His lips envelop mine in what I think is the best kiss of my entire life. His lips are soft against mine, his kiss warm and inviting. His tongue meets mine in my mouth and he tastes sweet, like candies, and it just makes me want to keep on kissing him and never stop.

I bring my arms to wrap around his neck and his wrap around my waist, leaving our bodies flush together. “Oh my god,” he mutters in between kisses.

“I know,” I respond.

His lips leave mine, but before I can complain, one of his hands is in my hair and his warm mouth is pressed against myneck. His tongue licks against my hot skin. It’s electric, I feel lit up by his touch. Like every piece of skin his fingertips touch sparks something deep inside me. Like whatever lives under my skin is instinctively drawn to this man.

“Miles,” I moan.

He presses small kisses up my throat until his face is back in front of mine. “Yeah, princess?”

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. “Princess?”

“It feels like it suits.” He shrugs.

I trail my fingers up his neck, dragging fingers into his hair, my nails scratching his scalp. He closes his eyes on instinct. “Would a princess be sitting on the edge of a sticky bar making out with a guy she met yesterday?”

He smiles. “My kind of princess would.” And then he presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.

“God, you’re such a smooth talker, aren’t you?” I giggle, my forehead meeting his.

He chuckles. “Not usually.”

“Only for me, huh?”

His grin widens. “Only for you.”

chapter five

MILES

PRESENT

“Give me five more!”

I groan as I throw five more jabs into the focus pads my trainer is holding, pushing focused breaths from my lungs before I fall forward and rest my hands on my knees, puffing out my breath. Letting it turn ragged and uneven as I hang my head.

“Good, man.” The trainer smacks me on my back. “You go hard, I like it.”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Thanks.”

“You good?”

I pull my body up to stand straight. “Good, man.”

“Alright, I’ve got to get out of here, but I’ll see you next time you’re in town, yeah?” I nod. Whenever that will be.

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