Page 127 of Chasing Lyric
Stylo leans in, kissing her on her cheek, and then he walks toward the front door.
Lyric watches her father leave, and her shoulders drop, the tension flowing from them as if being pushed by the waves in the sea. She turns to me, her gorgeous green eyes conveying so much with a simple look. “I’msosorry, Chase.”
I reach out for her, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Our bodies collide in the best possible way as she presses up against me. Her arms slide around my neck before I lean my forehead against hers, just taking her in. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Starlight.”
She shakes her head against mine, her eyes closing briefly. “But I do, Hallmark.”
Fuck, I love it when she calls me that.
“I’ve treated you like shit since we broke up, and all you’ve done is try to show me how much you love me. I’m really crap at this whole relationship thing.”
My hand comes up, cupping her cheek, and her eyes flutter open. They’re brimming with unshed tears, and I lick my lips, wanting to kiss them away. “Lyri, stop! I hurt you. This isallon me. Your reaction was completely normal. But can we forget this ever happened and get to the making-up part now?” I tease, wiggling my brows.
Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, and the spark in her eyes tells me she’s on the exact same page. Hell, she probably turned it herself. I don’t wait for a green light, I’ve been stuck atred long enough. My hand shifts from her cheek to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair like I’m anchoring myself, and then I close the distance.
I crush my mouth to hers. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s everything we’ve been holding in, all tangled up in one desperate, punishing kiss.
Months of tension, regret, and heartache are gone.
Or at least, numbed by the way she clutches at my shirt like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, taking, tasting, claiming. She answers with the same wild hunger, her teeth grazing my bottom lip, and it’s like pouring gasoline on an already out-of-control blaze.
My cock pulses hard against her as she arches into me. I claw at her back, dragging her body flush to mine, needing every inch of her against me like my life depends on it. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, guiding, nearly driving me to insanity with how perfect she feels.
I try to walk her backward, but we bang into a chair, then a side table, knocking some overpriced decorative thing to the floor.Screw it.I grip her ass and hoist her up, her legs locking around my waist like they were made to live there. The heat of her pussy grinding into me through our clothes has me on the brink of coming undone in the damn foyer.
I’ve got one thought left in my brain—get her upstairs before we do something unspeakable on the welcome mat,when a voice cuts through the fog. “Ahhh… I’ll just let myself out,” Dax blurts out, practically backpedaling down the stairs.
We jolt apart, both of us gasping for breath like we’ve just been pulled from underwater. Dax jogs past us, shoots Lyric a wink, then throws me a thumbs-up like I’m a goddamn high schooler rounding third base.
Lyric breaks into a giggle that buzzes straight through me.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
I turn my attention right back to her and dive in, my mouth finding hers again, hungrier than ever. Her fingers fist in my hair, yanking just right as I start up the stairs.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll stay and watch,” Dax calls from the entryway.
I growl low in my throat, lips dragging from Lyric’s with a frustrated grunt. “Out!” I bark, not even glancing back.
Dax sighs dramatically, like I just told him Christmas is canceled. “You’re such a buzzkill,” he mutters, dragging his feet toward the front door like an exiled child denied dessert.
The door clicks shut behind him.
Finally.
I glance at Lyric. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her smile laced with amusement and heat, while my heart’s pounding, and my cock’s throbbing.
Now.
I need hernow.
I let out a small huff, viewing the tall staircase. There’s no way I’m wearing myself out before I make a home inside of her, where I intend on staying for as long as possible, so I turn around abruptly and head back to the sunken living room.
Lyric seems confused. “Where…” kiss, “… are…” kiss, “… we…” kiss, “… going?”
My fingers dig harder into her ass cheeks as I take the two stairs back into the room. The open fire crackles and pops, sending flickering shadows across the room. The aroma of the Chinese carnations ignites the air in a perfume fit for my queen. This room was made for romance, and I intend to show Lyric just that.
