“Teach you?” He grinned, intoxicated now by her closeness. “I can teach you a lot.” Chase breathed her in; she always smelled so sweet. Sweet, fruity, sugary, calming. Just a sniff of her could turn a nervous wreck into a laid-back meatsack. He actually made a face at his ridiculous comparison. His thoughts didn’t even make sense right now.
“You have to do things you wouldn’t normally do…” his voice lowered to a soft haze that filled the space between them. He began to lightly trace his fingers across her smooth skin. “Things you resist and hold back, or would only do in your dreams. The unthinkable even, the impossible, the wild, the risky chances…and not hesitate or think twice. You do. Do it. Make it happen. Watch it unfold. And you don’t regret it.”
When his eyes locked with hers, he felt his stomach twist like a wet towel being ringed out. Heat washed over him. In his mind, he saw the both of them letting loose, being complete idiots that reeked havoc wherever they set foot. The urge to move just a little was too much for him. He was locked in place, frozen in a trance.
Chase’s words echoed in Brooklyn’s mind. Don’t hesitate, don’t hold back or think twice. Do it and don’t regret it. Don’t regret it… She thought on that for a minute. It would be nice not to regret anything. If being crazy was living, then she was by all means ready to be crazy.
At Chase’s touch she got chills. Her thoughts were muddled. She couldn’t quite think that for so long she couldn’t see what was right in front of her. It was weird that only a few hours earlier, she thought of Chase as her brother and now it was obvious there was something more. The even odder thing was that the feeling seemed mutual.
“Being crazy seems fun.” She whispered, looking down. When she looked up, she saw Chase’s eyes locked on her and decided not to hold back or think twice; she decided to be crazy. Leaning in slowly, keeping her eyes locked on Chase’s until the very last second, Brooklyn felt her lips meet his.
Each inch that she moved forward drove him crazy. His heartbeat was vibrating his vision, filling his ears. Chase willed it to happen, for even the slightest brush of wind to push her into him for just a moment. A moment was all he needed.
Fire ignited in several places when her lips met his. His brain, his heart, his stomach, his loins. They burned with a fulfilled desire. It was soft; he was too frozen, too shocked, too happy to do as he wanted to. To pull her close and kiss her as hard as he could, to let all he’d held back come loose. To show her how he really felt. Ravish her like sweet, forgotten treasures.
Instead, he’d go slow, make it last. Savor it, enjoy it. Chase put a hand behind her head, grazing his fingers in the hair on the nape of her neck. His lips began to move slowly, sensually. She tasted like heaven and made him feel like morphine. He couldn’t and wouldn’t stop.
