Explain Yourself

We walk up to the attic, not touching. Neither of us took Jerry's advice for a cup of coffee. As we enter the small space and I see the chair, the bed, the window, I'm sucked back into that night and everything Chase made me feel.

…Chase gasps my name and drops his mouth to the tip of my breast and my head falls back as I groan. The electricity of his kiss shoots through me to my toes, and I gasp again and again at the incredible sensations he drags from my skin.

His lips and tongue are everywhere on my breasts, collarbone, and neck, his hands in my hair, and sliding down my back. I lace my fingers behind his neck and hold on, because he's pulling such intense sensation from me that I am struggling to think, let alone speak.

I tremble from head to toe—but with desire, not fear. 

Chase groans into my neck and I lean forward, finding his mouth, kissing him rough and wild, because I can't stop panting.