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deep, promising kisses. Except for the one horn honk they received from a vehicle behind them when they lingered too long in their embrace, she remained an excellent driver. It was surprising considering how distracting he’d been.
    In between kissing and fondling, Chase directed her to his place. She didn’t offer her home, and, since he assumed she still lived with her parents, that was fine with him. He’d rather sneak around his obnoxious roommates than have to sneak around President Satchell.
    Luckily, Chase’s bedroom was just off the kitchen. They slipped through the back door and into his room without being seen. Also fortunate was the state his room was in. It was semi-clean, except for the pile of dirty clothes which he was easily able to scoop up and throw into the closet.
    Something about the walk from car to house, however, infused a dose of awkward between them. They were no longer touching and Chase wasn’t exactly sure how to correct that.
    He shut the door and clicked the lock. The sound echoed ominously through the quiet space. Maybe he shouldn’t have locked the door. Did that seem too presumptuous?
    “No, you’re being prepared. It’s all good.”
    Shit, he hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud. And why did Kira seem more comfortable than he did? He was supposed to be the expert.
    “Make yourself—,” he started to say at the same time she said, “Nice place you—“
    They laughed together and, damn, the anticipation of what else they could be doing together— would be doing together—had him stiff in the pants.
    “You go first,” he offered, not even remembering what it was he was going to say.
    “Just…nice room.” She peered up at him.
    Maybe she was more nervous than he thought. Somehow, that made him feel better.
    “What were you going to say?”
    He shook his head, the thought long gone by now. Besides, he didn’t want to say anything. He wanted to kiss those incredibly pouty lips and wrap his hands around her perfectly round tits. He met her eyes and hoped that she could read all that in his gaze.
    It must have worked.
    Because the next thing he knew, they were no longer standing several feet apart, but wrapped in each other. He wasn’t even sure who had moved first, just that they’d come together and that the feel of her in his arms was both natural and electrifying—was that possible? Her lips burned him in such a fabulously amazing way, her tongue stirring the fire he felt singeing at his crotch. Her touch was searing and exquisite, like a hot shower. Like sitting by a blazing fire. Like drowning in heat.
    He moved quickly to take off her shirt—that ridiculous Cherry Saver t-shirt—then slowed down, pulling away to gaze at her tits through the blue lace bra she still wore. Her breasts had stayed kept away when they’d got it on in the storage room of the bar. Now he wanted to see them, to touch them. To properly experience them. He wasn’t the “take his time” sort. His exploration of her body would take exactly what it would take, whether it be hurried or drawn out. But her breasts? Those, required a minute to savor.
    He started to reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, but she stopped him to do it herself. Which was hot. Watching her strip bare in front of him, displaying her beautiful chest with only a slight hint of shyness—totally hot. He reached out to touch them, grasping one in each hand.
    Oh, God. The feel of them…Tits never failed to get him going. Tits were amazing.
    He flicked his thumbs over Kira’s nipples and she sighed. The sound snapped him out of his worship. He still had more worshiping to do— just maybe he could make it more comfortable for her.
    He started to lead her over to his bed, but before he could lay her down, she tugged at his shirt. “Hey. Why am I the only one half-naked?”
    He pulled his shirt off and threw it behind him. “The better question is: why are you only half -naked?”
    “I’ll race you.”
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