Page 237 of Make the Play

My throat tightens, but I don’t turn around. I don’t move, I can’t. Not even when his fingers trail along my hip, light enough to make me twitch.

“You wore white,” he adds.

“It’s a cream floral dress.”

“You walked down an aisle.”

“It was the backyard.”

“You said vows.”

“They were sarcastic.”

He leans in, his mouth barely grazing the shell of my ear. “You let me kiss you like I was your husband. Youlovedit.”

My breath catches, and my fingers loosen on the plate, letting it drop into the sink.

“I tolerated it.”

“And then you moaned.”

I spin on him.

Big mistake, because suddenly I’m pressed against the counter, and he’s right there with his arms bracketing me. His eyes almost burn as that cocky little smile pulls tight.

“I didnotmoan.”

He tilts his head. “Babe.”

“Icoughed.”

“You moaned,” he says, voice lilting with amusement. “Right into my mouth. And then you melted. Need a do-over?”

My mouth opens, but then I close it.

He smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

“You are so full of—”

“Want.”

My pulse stutters as his hand slides around to my lower back and he pulls me against him.

“Tell me you don’t want me to pick you up right now, carry you into that pantry, and eat all that pretty little attitude until you forget your own name.”

JesusChrist.

I blink at him. “There are—there are people outside.”

“Then be quiet,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. “Or don’t. I like when you’re loud.”

“Chase.”

“I’ll shut the door.”

“I willkillyou.”

He laughs softly. “I love when you talk dirty.”

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