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part of the reason, but it’s a long story.”
    He sounds like he’s just tired.
    I smile and spread my arms upward. “I have all the time in the world.”
    Chase starts wrapping his arms around my waist with a slow, strong grip. My chest is pressed against his ribs, his belt buckle digging into my belly. Every part of me is racing at light speed, all toward Chase. I have never touched a guy like this in my life. Being held in his arms feels like heaven. I never knew that so much of my skin could sing simply from being touched like this. By Chase. He makes me light up, turns on all the heat and need in me. 
    “I can think of plenty other things I’d rather do with all that time of yours,” he says darkly. His eyes look at me with the same expression he had back at the bar parking lot, when I licked my finger. 
    Like he wants to taste me .
    Me? Why me? I wonder, and open my mouth to ask the question as he bends down and takes my mouth with his.
    Oh!  
    The kiss shocks me, his lips so soft and warm. He tastes like mint and grapes, the scent of him a mixture of sweat and heat and dust and musk that I can’t name. If it had a name, it would just be Chase . 
    My thoughts jam up, jumbling together as his hands slide up my spine, sinking into the hair at my neck. His fingers travel from the nape down halfway through the strands, then he makes a fist. It’s like he’s using me as an anchor.  
    “Allie, I don’t know why I’m here,” he murmurs against my ear. “I saw you today and couldn’t get you out of my head.” His lips kiss the soft skin under my earlobe. I shiver, inhaling so sharply it’s like I’ve taken all the air in the world into my lungs at once.  
    I feel the same but can’t say a word because Chase goes back to kissing me. All I want is this. His lips are so soft, the scent of him is so male , and I’m transported somewhere so much better than anything I’ve ever known. 
    I don’t know what to do, but my mouth wants more. More of everything. My hands sit on his hips, right at his belt, and the feel of his skin under his shirt makes me yearn to touch him, bare. I hear a low grumbling noise and a creaking sound.  
    His tongue slides along the crease of my lips and parts them, so warm and inviting, exploring and taking as a wellspring of emotion inside me bursts through. All my anger is gone, replaced by a desire to touch and be touched that I didn’t know was possible.
    And then: “Get your fucking hands off of her right now.”
    We turn, startled. I pull away, but Chase pulls me closer to him. Two different instincts. Both make sense, but I like what Chase is doing more than what my own impulse tells me to do. Jeff is standing there, eyes hard and dead.
    The rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts the night air.
    A spray of dirt and rocks coats the side of Jeff’s car as Chase’s dad comes to a fast stop on his Harley. How could we not hear them both approach? Galt jumps off his bike and walks at a slamming pace toward Chase, who tenses but doesn’t take his hands off me.
    “Of all the chicks you could want to bone, you have to pick this one,” Galt mutters, grabbing Chase’s arm. Chase shakes him off, furious, but doesn’t let go of me. They look like two boxers in the ring, ready to destroy each other. My body tingles with the force of their mutual fury. 
    “I can do whatever I want, Old Man,” he barks at his dad.
    Jeff and Galt both make raspy snorting sounds. They look at each other in surprise, then scowl. It would be funny if I didn’t know what they were capable of. All I have to do is think about the bar and all those guns.
    “Not when you’re about to become the vice president of Atlas. You don’t get to chase your cock—no pun intended—when you got responsibilities.” Atlas? What’s Atlas? Wait. Atlas Atlas? The motorcycle club? Oh, my God. I feel so stupid. 
    Chase stops breathing. His body goes hard, like he’s a big, six-foot tall slab of rock with blood