Alpha Chase
Chase watches me struggle with it for a moment before chuckling again, beckoning me closer with a flick of his head.
“C’mere, Tink. I’ve got you.”
I blow out a frustrated breath, stepping closer to him and spinning around. He carefully untangles the twig from my hair, flicking it away before smoothing the strands, spinning me back around by the waist, and laying a filthy hot kiss on my lips.
My knees buckle.
I’m breathless when I pull away, lips puffy and tingling. “Two minutes,” I say, leveling him with a stare as I toss up two fingers, wiggling them.