Page 60 of Silk Sheets

He gripped my hips, pulling me toward the edge of the countertop and I wrapped my legs around his waist, slipping my arms around his neck.

I tightened my arms around him, pulling his body to mine, satisfying the desperate craving of wanting to feel him close to me.

His hands trailed up from my hips and I felt him squeeze my waist, his mouth dominating mine. My chest pressed into his, and he lifted his hand to my throat, his tattooed fingers curling around my neck.

He kissed me into a frenzy, and when he finally pulled back, my chest heaved for oxygen.

Kadenkissedme.

IkissedKaden.

I felt giddy as I stared back at him.Wordlessly. His eyes were always hard, and frightening, and in this moment, that hadn’t changed, but the energy around him did.

I teasingly poked my pointer finger to his chest. “You’re a really good kisser.”

“Did you doubt it?”

I smiled, playfully sighing as I adjusted my arms around his neck. “Not even for a second.”

Not once did his serious, and brooding expression waver, but I could see the amusement in his eyes, and hear it in his voice too.

Carefully, he helped me off the countertop and I thanked him, leaving the kitchen. I was afraid to see how red I was.

I noticed an orange glow being cast over the living room and when I entered, I saw that a fire had been made.

I spotted Chase occupying one of the couches with his laptop on his lap and some paperwork laying on the couch to his right. He had a red pen in his left hand, while his right hand lifted a script.

I couldn’t help but rush over, plopping down beside him.

“Be honest,” I began, crossing my legs as I leaned toward him, scanning the script in his hand. “Do you laugh at our answers?”

He grinned, casting me a slight glance before he continued typing. “Sometimes.”

“I fucking knew it.”

His head turned toward me, and his eyes were dark. “Language.”

I swallowed hard. “Sorry.”

“I won’t warn you again about using such foul words, Dakota.”

I nodded in understanding. “Force of habit—” He pinned me with a look. “That will be broken starting right now,” I smiled.

“You’re not allowed to continue lurking,” he finally said, dropping the script to his right, and exited the document he was just in.

“But I want some attention,” I protested, leaning in as I gently ran my hand down his chest.

He simply closed his laptop. “I have work to do.”

“Five minutes,” I pleaded, stopping shy away from his belt. “Justfive minutes.”

He grabbed my wrist, stopping me and my eyes shot up to meet his.

“I thought you were working.”

My head snapped to the doorway and I saw Logan entering. He found his place beside me, and I turned to meet Chase’s eyes once again.

“I am,” he said, still looking at me.