Chapter 73

Chase closed the distance between them, allowing her enough room to step aside if she wanted to, but she stayed where she was, her dark blue eyes showing nothing of the tug of war her body was undergoing. But Chase could sense it. He could sense her arousal, the silent thrum of it moving back and forth like a radar signal between their locked gazes. The blood surged in his veins, his need growling and prowling through his body in response to her tempting proximity. He glided a fingertip down the hinge of her jaw, stopping below her up-thrust chin, feeling the delicate quiver of her flesh at his idle touch.

“So what were you thinking then?" She asked him, her growing arousal making her bold. Amaya wanted him to touch her, the way she had been thinking off. Chase slowly advanced on her, stopping just short of touching her knees with his thighs.

"Oh, you know... this and that," he responded, his eyes tracing a path from her eyes to her breasts and to her parted thighs. She sat perfectly