Page 47 of Dream Chaser
I shake my head. “Huh?”
“You have rules, so do I. You don’t trust me, no matter how much I wanna make you come, then come with you, and not just thethought of you. You know my ‘special alone time’”—he air quotes—“which afterwe’vefinally admitted what’s going on between us, add to that our seriously hot as fuck kiss, I would most certainly be yanking it hard enough that I’d no doubt end up pulling off my dick and then,Iz, what good would I be to you?”
I blink … hard.
“You have to trust me; you feel me?”
I’m not sure if thatyou feel mewas a question or a taunt. Nonetheless, I would seriously like tofeel him, because he’s not wrong—that kiss was seriously hot as fuck.
I cross my arms and brace myself for whatever is going to come out of his delicious mouth next. “What are your other rules?”
“Just for tonight, you have to scream my name inalmostsilence.”
I swear that request rattles my brain. “Whaaaat?”
He places a long, thick finger to his mouth. “Shh, your parents are in the room between ours.”
“What?” I whisper-scream.
He calmly explains, “Jake poked his head out and asked if you got back to your room.”
I feel panic set in and turn to leave, but before I get to the door, he plants his palm on it, stopping me from making my exit.
“Where do you think you’re going, Izzy Ross?”
His body is pressed against mine, my brain threatens to do that rattle thing again.
“How did you get from there to here so fast?”
“Luckily for you, I’m not only built for speed but also endurance.” He pushes my hair over my shoulder and slides his lips from my shoulder, up my neck, and lightly nips at my ear.
It feelsso good, but …
“My dad could be ready to break down this door now, or even at a more unfortunate time. This can’t happen.”
He wraps his arm around me, his hand slipping beneath the hem of my tee, brushing the bare skin of my belly. “Then we’ll be quiet. Really quiet. Or you can just try your luck sneaking back into your room with a flushed face, swollen lips, and the scent of me all over you.”
I swallow hard.
“The hall wraps around the floor, Iz. No need to pass by that way. Hell, I can tuck you in front of me, hide you, and walk you to your room, like a motherfucking gentleman.” He turns me slowly, like he has all the time in the world. His hands skim my waist, slide down to the back of my thighs, and then he lifts me. I wrap around him instinctively, our mouths crashing before I even realize I’m kissing him first.Again.
He walks us to the bed without breaking contact. My fingers dig into his back, finding those deep lines of muscle, the ones that flex when he moves. He feels just like Dream Skinner, maybe better.
He sets me down at the edge of the mattress and pulls back just enough to let his eyes roam me. “You sure?” he rasps.
I nod. “Only if you are. Only if you and I agree this isn’t anything but scratching an itch and ends with a handshake. No regrets, no awkwardness, no …”
His smile is slow, wicked, reverent, as he drops to his knees.
My breath catches as he palms my thighs and presses a kiss to the inside of one then the other.
He looks up, eyes molten, and asks, “Still sure?”
“Skinner.”
“That’s not a yes.”
I drag my fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him growl as I whisper what I already know is going to be one of my biggest mistakes. “Yes.”
