In college, and after college, their relationship had moved beyond chaste, stolen moments. Chase could make her melt into an incoherent puddle when she was locked in his arms for a steamy kiss after a rousing night of passionate lovemaking.
“Have dinner with me.”
“Did you hear anything I just said?” Laura couldn’t believe his tenacity.
“Yes. And if you have dinner with me, I’ll clear up all the questions.”
She could demand that he cleared them up now. Who was he to give her conditions after all he’d made her go through?
“It’s cold and I’m freezing my buns out here,” he complained.
His buns weren’t bad either. Sprinter buns.
“Fine.” She pursed her lips, detecting an amused twitch to his mouth. “Don’t think you’ve landed some big coup. I’m on to you, Chase Westfield.”
“Good, then you’ll know that I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” He leaned in and covered her mouth with his. He didn’t touch her, didn’t pin her face between his hands, did nothing to force her to be kissed. Yet, like a magnet, she couldn’t pull away drawn by an intangible force that ignited when they were together.
His attention was gentle, loving, coaxing for which she obliged his attentive tongue. Her entire body tingled, aroused out of a deep slumber, yearning for fulfillment.
He pulled away first. Laura opened her eyes, unable to speak. Only her chest rose and fell with an uneven breath.
“Let’s get you home, shall we?” Chase jingled his keys and turned to head to his car.
“That son of a—” Laura called out.
“Girl, shut your mouth. He lit you up like a Christmas tree,” Kasey uttered and promptly fell asleep with a small snore escaping.
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