Page 64 of Mine Forever
I move into child’s pose, relishing the stretch and letting the feel of it sink into my muscles.
Lifting up, I move into another pose, holding the stretch for several seconds.
In the mirror, a motion catches my eye.
I gasp when I see Chase leaning against the doorjambwatching me. His arms are crossed over his bare chest, and he has a pair of gray sweatpants on.
Son of a bitch. Those pants really are like lingerie for men.
They don’t hide a damn thing.
I clear my throat. “Hey, did I wake you?”
He shakes his head, his gaze raking down my body from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
It feels like he has branded me by the way my skin burns under his heated stare.
“Nah. I woke up thirsty and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought I’d come down and lift some weights,” he says, but doesn’t move farther into the room.
I stand and smooth a hand down my shirt. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep either. Sometimes yoga helps relax me enough to fall asleep. But I can go so I’m not in your way.”
He pushes off the door and starts toward me.
His walk is almost predatory and makes my heart pound in my ears.
I bite my lip, my feet glued to the floor, caught up in the laser-beam trap of his stare.
He stops in front of me, so close I have to tilt my head back. I look up to find his strong jaw tight and his eyes dark with desire.
“You’ve been in my way since you set foot on the island, Eden. Plaguing me at every turn. You’ve got me all confused. You torment me.”
With every sentence, he moves closer, until his lips are so close to mine, I can smell the mint of his toothpaste and the soap on his skin.
I clench my thighs to relieve the pressure building between my legs. His words mesmerize me.
“I want nothing more than to take you upstairs and fuck you until we can’t remember our names. But?—”
My stomach jumps in anticipation at his words, making me inhale sharply.
I lay my fingertips on his lips.
“No buts. I want that too, Chase.”
The huskiness in my voice and the fire between my legs is familiar. Chase is the only man that makes me feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust.
One hand cups my cheek before he slides it into my hair. He fists the strands and pulls gently, making our gazes meet head-on.
“Are you sure you want this? If I kiss you, I won’t stop.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t stop until I’ve tasted your pussy and filled you with my cum.”
His words alone make me want to explode.
I run my hands over his chest then over his shoulders and hold on, his scar a small bump under my palm.
“Yes, I want this. I want you, Chase. But it’s just sex. It can’t be anything more than just sex. You’re never coming back to New York, and I’ll never set foot on this island again.”
