Needing to feel him, I pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the side. I run my nails along his hot flesh and laugh when a shiver visibly overtakes him.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he murmurs, kissing his way along my collarbone. I’m wearing a tank top sans bra and he pulls the front down, exposing my breasts. As if asking for permission, he stops and glances up, his eyes shining with lust and desire.
The second I nod my permission, his lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and bites down gently on the tip, causing my entire body to bow.
“Holy Jesus,” I groan. “Do that again.”
He chuckles at my demand, the rumbling vibrations shooting straight through me. My thighs tighten around him, and it makes him laugh harder.
I feel out of control. Every touch, every lick has me needing more.
As Chase is dragging my tank up and over my head, a door slams and then a few seconds later a feminine voice yells, “Hey, sis, I’m—Oh shit!”
Lexi.
“What hap—What the fuck?”
Alec.
“Oh God,” I groan, at the same time Chase curses under his breath. “Give us a minute,” I squeak, as Lexi’s laughter rings out through the condo, no doubt remembering the time I walked in on her and Alec.
I scramble to right my tank top, mortified. What did we just do? Chase made it clear he doesn’t want to settle down, and that’s precisely what I’m looking for. I can’t be another notch on his belt. It’ll not only destroy me, but it’ll ruin the friendship we’ve been building. A friendship I don’t want to lose.
I try to push Chase off me, but he doesn’t budge. “Move,” I hiss in confusion. “And… put your shirt back on.”
“Hey.” He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Breathe.”
“What?” My chest is rising and falling in quick succession.
“I can see your brain is in overdrive. Don’t second-guess what just happened.”
“What did just happen?”
“You and me,” he says, his lip quirking into a sexy grin.
I open my mouth to ask what he means by that, but before I can get the words out, Lexi yells, “We’re still here and waiting!”
Chase
Fuck. I’ve imagined how her pillow soft lips would feel against mine a million times. How her smooth skin would feel under my touch. I knew if I kissed her, if I touched her, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And I was right. Her taste, her smell, her scent of pleasure, when I hadn’t even pleasured her yet, are fucking addicting. And I’m fucked because I’ll be damned if anyone but me will ever touch and taste her again. Fuck that, Georgia is mine. Fuck the risks, fuck my heart, just… fuck.
“We need to talk,” Alec growls the second Georgia and I step into the living room. I raise a brow and he adds, “Alone.”
“Stop,” Georgia says softly, obviously embarrassed at having been caught. “Please.”
Alec glares at me. He warned me to stay away, and he was right to do so… before I spent time with her. Hell, I don’t blame him. This last year I’ve turned into an uncaring manwhore. But I wouldn’t do that to Georgia. She’s different.
“So, what…” Lexi says. “You two are together now?”
“No,” Georgia rushes out, shaking her head quickly.
“Then what? You’re just hooking up?” Lexi’s glaring eyes meet mine, but I keep my mouth shut, letting Georgia and her sister have this conversation.
“What? No,” Georgia argues. “It was just… a mistake.”
And now I’m jumping in. “Like hell it was a mistake.” Georgia’s shocked gaze swings over to me. “Kissing you was not a mistake.”
“I just meant we got carried away,” Georgia backtracks. “Chase has been so nice to me and it was just… a moment.”
“No, we didn’t, and no, it wasn’t,” I argue again. I’m not going to let her play this off. Hell, I’m already thinking about the next time I can kiss her again. Unless…
“Wait, do you regret the kiss?” I never even considered she would regret kissing me.
“I—” she begins, her eyes darting toward Alec and Lexi, hoping one of them will save her.
“We just came by to check on Georgia,” Lexi cuts in and stands, surprising me when she kisses Georgia’s cheek then grabs Alec’s hand and drags him to the front door. “We can see she’s in good hands, so we’ll go.” She shoots me a wink. “See you guys later.”
Alec grumbles his goodbye, but I don’t miss the daggers he’s shooting my way. He’s protective as hell of Georgia, and as my best friend, he knows the way I’ve treated women this past year. We’re definitely going to have a conversation soon.
Once they’re gone, Georgia attempts to slip back into her room, but I catch her by her arm and stop her before she can run. “I meant what I said. I don’t regret kissing you. It wasn’t a mistake. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and if it’s up to me, I’d like for it to happen again.”