Page 58 of Chasing Lyric
We’re consuming.
A moan rips free, guttural and needy, as his thigh presses between mine, grinding right where my clit is pulsing. I push back, matching his pace, his pressure, his hunger. I don’t even know who I am in this moment, just that I’m wild for him.
Starved for him.
His teeth nip my bottom lip, tugging it between his like he wants to claim it.
Claim me.
The growl he lets out when I bite back is animalistic, possessive, and perfect.
We’re frantic. Like we’ve waited too long and now we’re both drowning, and this, this is the only way to breathe.
And God, it’s heaven.
It’s a sin.
It’s everything I never knew I needed and more than I ever imagined he’d give.
I’m not just kissing Chase.
I’m coming undone for him.
My hands move to his jacket to start pulling it off, but he suddenly jerks back from our fantastic kiss, breathing deep and heavy. My eyes widen, my hands still holding his jacket but not moving as I pause to pant for heavy breaths.
Why did he stop?
His eyes usually convey so much, but right now, I don’t know what they’re saying. He’s like a lost puppy as his hands slide away from me. Dropping my leg, he takes a step back, putting distance between us.
My veins flood in a bitter, icy blast as he shrugs his jacket back up over his shoulders into place.
Instantly, I know he’s shutting this down, shuttingmedown, and my eyes drop to the floor, my arms wrapping around my body for my own comfort.
Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown myself at him?
He hesitates, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I’ll call you,” he murmurs like that’s supposed to make me feel better.
Itreallydoesn’t.
My chest squeezes as I sink into myself. My body instantly goes numb. The temperature drops in the room from fiery hot to subzero in two-point-five seconds.
Chase gestures for the door, so I step aside, letting him leave.
I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
All I know is I feel like I’m falling apart.
We had a good night, a great night.Didn’t we?
I don’t understand what’s happening right now.
He flicks the lock on the door, then turns back to me, but my eyes can’t meet his. I’m embarrassed. Maybe I even feel a little dirty.Hell, I don’t fucking know.
Chase exhales, rubbing his hand through his hair as he opens the door and steps through it. He doesn’t say anything else before he closes it behind him.
Then, just like that, Chase is gone.
My heart thuds hard, my eyes welling with tears that I blink away as I stand here, rejected. My bottom lip trembles more than a little deflated. A glacial breeze sweeps over my entire being, chilling me to the core.
