Alpha Chase
“You want me to tell you that I want to touch you?”
Chase tugs his lower lip between his teeth, golden shimmers swirling in his irises as he stares down at me intently. “Yeah, I do,” he rasps. His own hands glide down my arms, settling on my hips before they tuck up underneath the hem of my shirt. My breath hitches as he grips the sides of my waist firmly with both hands, thumbs softly tracing circles on the bare skin of my belly.