Free Chasing Allie (Breaking Away Series #2) by Meli Raine Page A

be naked. In bed. With Chase.
    Now.
    His eyes meet mine and his mouth opens slightly, as if he’s about to say something. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, the look more intense as seconds tick by. Marissa’s reading texts on her phone and doesn’t notice that the temperature in the room just increased by about ten degrees.
    Boy, do I need that nice, cold beer right now.
    The brush of Chase’s fingers against mine as he hands me the bottle nearly makes me moan. As he sits next to me we touch from shoulder to ankle and I want to melt entirely into his body. I want to stop existing as a separate human being. I want Chase to take me into him completely. He needs to enter into me in full. Chase can possess me in a way no man ever has.
    And no one else ever will.
    It’s not polite, though, to strip naked in front of your sister and go at it on her living room floor, so instead I drink my beer. Fast. Too fast.
    I let a burp come out of my mouth that would make a frat boy proud. I think I triggered a small earthquake here in California from the vibrations. 
    Chase bursts into laughter.
    So much for romance.
    My skin turns pink. I can actually see it, the forearms a lovely shade from blushing. My entire body feels like it’s going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment.
    “It’s no big deal, Allie,” Chase says. Marissa ignores us. I feel so gross. So vulgar. So—
    An enormous, earth-shattering sound pours out of Chase like he’s burping the entire alphabet.
    Oh. My. God.
    He is burping the entire alphabet. His voice stops at J, though. He shrugs.
    We convulse into a pile of arms and legs and aching ribs as we laugh hysterically.
    Man, I sure do love beer. Why didn’t I drink beer before? It would have made home a lot more fun. 
    “I think three’s your limit, little girl,” Chase says, moving my now-empty bottle to the end table.
    “I’m not a little girl,” I protest. His hand slides up the inside seam of my thigh and my breath catches in my throat. The fire burning on my skin flames up a bit more.
    “No, Allie,” he says in a voice filled with lust. “You definitely are not.”
    Marissa looks up abruptly from her phone and says, “Get a room, you two.”
    As I breathe in, my breasts push against my t-shirt. My nipples brush against the tight fabric of my bra, and I remember that we were in the ocean just hours ago, wet and salty. My calves feel tight and I wonder if I should take a shower before we—
    Chase’s mouth is on me so fast I feel his tongue caressing my teeth before my mind can catch up to the fact that he’s touching me. The push of his fingers in my hair, light against the back of my next, makes me melt into him. 
    “Seriously,” Marissa mutters. “You have a room. Need a map?” 
    Chase breaks the kiss with a murmured “sorry” and stands slowly, taking his time. I see why.
    I literally see why. Oh, my.
    He extends a hand to me and I stand. The room spins a little. Just enough to be charming and amusing.
    “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Marissa says, eyes still on her screen. It weirds me out for a second because she’s always been so protective of me. Now she’s encouraging me to go in another room and have sex with a guy she was just arguing with an hour ago.
    The magnetic pull of Chase’s entire being cancels her out. He’s heat and light, all gravity to my mass. I’m falling into him and I can’t break away.
    I don’t want to break away from him. He’s my destination. My home.
    My asylum. In his arms I’m safe and free.
    His arm encircles my waist and we walk, in tandem, to the room where we’ll spend the next few hours learning exactly how free we really are.

C HAPTER E LEVEN
    The door closes as Chase pulls it tight. The click of the lock as his fingers turn it feels like some other lock inside me is unlatched and opened. The great mystery of who I am is about to be revealed. 
    One kiss at a time.
    I’ve never seen a man look at me like this