Paris
“I want you, too,”
Chance's hands are in my hair, his mouth on mine, our tongues entwining. I don't know how we got here; all I know is there is no place I would rather be right now. Chance makes me forget the life I left behind. He makes me forget the hell Todd put me through.
And the way he kisses me, my God, my panties are saturated. I've never felt so turned on in my life. But then, no one has ever wanted me as much as I know Chance wants me. That does something to a woman. It definitely has my juices flowing.
He turns me and pushes me back against the bathroom door without breaking his lips from mine. I want him to press himself against me. I'm so fuc.king turned on that I need to feel him touching me.
I lift my leg against Chance's waist. His hand finds my thigh, sliding
