Chase lounged on a kitchen chair, nursing a beer. “I would have joined you in the shower,” he said, setting the beer on the table, “but I didn’t want to scare you.”His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the sun-darkened skin of his chest, the taught muscles across his abdomen. She licked her lips. “I would have gotten over it.” Reaching out, he tugged her toward him by the belt of her robe. She reached for him, sliding her hands across the hard plains of his chest. She scraped her nails over his stomach.He groaned. “Addison.” He cuffed a wrist in each hand, stopping her. “If you didn’t notice earlier, I lose my mind when you touch me, so I’m going to have to ask you not to do that.”She raised a brow and tugged an arm free from his grasp. “Not yet,” he murmured as she reached for him. He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. “Be patient.”“I’m not good at patient,” she pouted.He toyed with the knot, in no rush to untie her. “You made me wait two years.”She opened her mouth with a smart reply—something about him kicking her out of his bed—but he slid a hand under the robe and she lost the words.“You were dodging me after our dance.”“You know how this town is,”
