Page 66 of Chasing Lyric
He moves back in, his lips hard against mine. I can’t help but let out a soft whimper against his mouth, when, “Rawrr…get a room,” Polly screeches.
Chase and I snicker against each other’s lips, then slowly pull apart.
How does that bird say the right thing at the right damn time?
But maybe he’s onto something.
That’sexactlywhat I want to do right now.
I want toget a room.
I pull away and reach for Chase’s hand, curling my fingers through his as I turn and guide him down the hallway. Each step echoes with the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears, louder than the soft hum of the house settling around us. The air seems thicker now, heavy with expectation, vibrating with unspoken intent. We’re barely touching, but the current between us is alive, crawling across my skin like lightning before a storm.
We both know what’s about to happen.
There’s no question.
No uncertainty.
Only anticipation so fierce it steals the breath from my lungs.
As we reach my bedroom door, I hesitate, not from doubt, but from the sheer weight of the moment. I ease it open slowly, the hinges creaking like they, too, understand this is a point of no return. Inside, the room is bathed in soft shadows and moonlight filtering through the curtains, everything familiar but suddenly tinged with the unknown.
When I glance back, he’s standing just outside the threshold, framed by the warm hallway glow. The contrast throws his face into shadow, but his eyes, God, his eyes burn like a blistering hot blue flame. They’re locked on me with a look so intense, so fiercely focused, that my knees nearly buckle beneath the force of it.
I step back into the room, my heart now a chaotic rhythm against my ribcage. My breathing is ragged, shallow, and fast, chest rising with every sharp inhale that I can’t seem to slow down. My fingers twitch at my sides, desperate to touch, to grab, to pull.
That’s all it takes.
Chase closes the distance in a heartbeat, his movements smooth but purposeful, like a man possessed. One hand cups the back of my neck, the other slides into my hair, threading through the strands and tightening just enough to make me gasp. Then he’s on me, his mouth crashes to mine in a kiss that obliterates everything else. Every coherent thought, every sliver of restraint, every tether to logic disappears in an instant.
This isn’t gentle.
It’s heated.
Urgent.
Consuming in the way a wildfire eats through dry timber.
His tongue slides into my mouth like he owns it, and I meet him with equal force, not willing to surrender the reins just yet. My hands find his shoulders, then his chest, clinging as I stagger back with the strength of him guiding me. We move together, lips never parting, until the backs of my legs hit the bedframe.
Still, I don’t sit.
I won’t give up control that easily.
Instead, I reach down between us, fingers working to unfasten his belt with more confidence than I feel. The leather slips through the loops with a satisfying hiss. His kiss stutters for half a second, just enough to register surprise, before he groans low and deep, the sound vibrating against my lips.
“Lyric…” he breathes my name like a prayer turned plea, rough and reverent all at once.
My jacket slides from my shoulders under his hands, falling to the floor in a forgotten heap. I kick it away as I guide him back,anchoring him to me with every ounce of desperation surging through my bloodstream.
His mouth drifts to my throat, hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin there before his lips find purchase. He sucks gently, then harder, and I cry out, a soft, involuntary sound that only seems to fuel him further. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him back to my mouth, needing more, needingeverything.
We’re no longer kissing, we’re devouring. Lost in the push and pull of each other. Of want. Of release. Of tension that’s been building for far too long.
I don’t know where this night is going.
But right now, I want it all.
