To take the time to teach her how to pleasure his. To find the right time to taste her body. To find the right time to taste her mouth. She’d help.”Īnd without another word, she turned and moved quickly down the sidewalk.Įverything that was Chace Keaton urged him to follow her. I’ve seen you two have lunch together at the diner and you make her laugh. “I bet Lexie Walker would be a good listener and I know she likes you. “Lexie,” she repeated, leaned in almost the instant she leaned right back and then she squared her shoulders again and said in a firmer tone. “Thank you, Faye,” he said, his voice more formal. That didn’t mean he shouldn’t shut it down.

However he did like the knowledge that she was as absorbed in him as he was in her. She steadied herself but he didn’t like to see her teeter. He regretted it immediately for she wasn’t ready for it and visibly teetered without his hold on her, his body close. She let her lip go and she whispered, “I mean it, Chace.”Ībruptly, he let her go and stepped away. Her little, even white teeth sunk into that lip and that was off the charts cute and so f**king hot, he felt it in his dick. Then, Christ, Christ, he watched the tip of her pink tongue move out to wet the fullness of her bottom lip. He pulled her closer using her arm at the same time he lifted his other hand with the coffee cup, touched it to her waist and whispered back, “You mean it, Chace.” “I mean it what um… what?” she whispered. Her head gave a slight jerk as she blinked and that was also unbelievably cute. “You mean it what?” Chace returned immediately, going for it. She held his eyes and he not only sensed but saw her breath escalating. “Right, then what I’d like to know is that you mean it.” “I already said I did.” Her sweet, quiet voice came back at him instantly. “I’d really like to know, Faye, that you accept my apology,” he told her quietly.

He watched her swallow, the coolness left her features, a flash of nervousness and uncertainty went through her eyes, but she didn’t reply. He pulled her back the inches she’d shifted away at the same time he curled his body closer to hers, locked his eyes with her blue ones and whispered, “Chace.”

“I think I got that you felt that way when you apologized, Detective Keaton.” “What I said was not nice and it was not acceptable.” “Doesn’t make it okay to be a dick,” he carried on. “I can imagine,” she replied, swinging her body back a few inches, coolness washing through her features. “Is there more?” she whispered and he blinked, his eyes shifting from their attention to her mouth to hers.

Breathe by kristen ashley