Page 41 of Keep Your Guard Up
“Don’t say a word,” I growled, spinning on my foot and stomping out towards the front door.
“You sure you want to do that?” JJ drawled from the kitchen door, flinging a tea towel around in circles.
“Do what?” I narrowed my eyes at his tone.
“Leave, before he even wakes up.” He nodded back down the hallway at Chance’s still closed door.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“I just don’t think he’d be very happy to wake up and find you’d snuck out in the early hours of the morning.” He shrugged, still wearing that mischievous look. But his eyes were still studying me.
“Don’t be such a drama queen. He knows the score.” The words burned on my tongue as I said them. “Riordan isn’t the cuddly type.” A lie, considering the position I’d awoken to just minutes ago.
“Your doom.” He held his hands up in surrender.
I rolled my eyes at his theatrics and left.
Chapter 21
Mari
“There she is!” one of the older guys, Wazza, called out when I walked through the gym doors.
I’d taken half an hour in the bath. Half an hour was all I’d allowed myself to think on the events of last night that still had my legs shaky and my mind hazy.
Chance’s lips trailed down my neck, across my collarbone, all the way to my fingertips.
With his teeth pressing slightly against the delicate skin on my fingers, he murmured, “God, Mari, you taste every bit of incredible I’d imagined you to.”
Igroaned.
The strain contained in his jeans brushed briefly up against my spread legs. I subtly spread them wider, using my fingertips in between his teeth to bring his mouth to mine. His hand cupped my neck, tilting my head back as my lips parted for him. His tongue swept through as I willingly, so eagerly, flavoured the taste of him.
Clearly half an hour was not enough.
The gym was buzzing with people, some hungover, some utterly wrecked, but everyone with huge grins on their faces.
“How you going, Wazza?” I bumped him as I passed him to go dump my bag in the office.
“Absolutely fantastic after that banger of a party you threw last night!” He beamed.
I nodded my thanks and continued on my path to quiet.
Where I can process the sex scenes of last night currently playing on loop in my mind.
I shut the door behind me and dumped my bag beside my desk, not bothering to hide the loudthunkit made.
Blinds closed, lights off, I slumped on the coffee-stained couch in-between mine and Chance’s desks. Resting the crook of my elbow over my eyes, I let out a hot, traitorous breath. Every part of me felt tingly, glittering with warmth.
Chance had awoken something inside of me, a part of me that had predominantly lain dormant. He’d awoken it to a hot, oozing fire that had me wanting to jump his bones—
Pull yourself together, horn-dog.
I breathed slowly, deeply, trying to settle the spike in desire that somehow hadn’t been fulfilled by last night’s activities. I just wantedmore. Each breath brought a new memory back.
Inhale.
Chance’s tongue traced intricate patterns up the lines between the muscles of my inner thighs.
