Brooklyn laughed hysterically as he picked her up and pinned her to the bed. She didn’t know what had gotten into him, but it was driving her mad. She continued to giggle as he kissed her, entwining her fingers in his hair.
The space between them was little to none, but Brooklyn wrapped her legs around him and pulled him even closer. One hand slid under his shirt and she bit her lip to hide the growing smirk
She was pushing him over the edge. Her hands in his hair, he could certainly handle; her tussling his golden locks weren’t anything new to him. But the lack of space was. This kissing was. And her legs wrapping around him was like a bull shoving him off the cliff.
Chase’s mind became clouded as his hands ran all over her, his kisses becoming longer, more frequent, and more feverish. A few accidental moans and groans escaped him here and there. She couldn’t honestly expect him to contain his…contentment, could she?
