Her lips brush mine. “You taste like bourbon.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll taste like you,” I tell her.

She bites her bottom lip and looks down to where she’s playing with the front of my shirt, but then the tiniest scrunch appears between her eyes. I free her lip with my thumb, stroke across it.

“What just happened? What thought did you have?”

“You seemed bothered earlier before you left.”

When she flicks her gaze up, I read it easily. She thinks it’s because of her.

“Not because of you, Rem.” As much as I’d love to leave it there, doubt still lingers in her eyes. Mine lower. “A lot has changed since I last had you and Chase both in my life. The two of you meeting in person … You knew him before his accident. Seeing you together made me think about it.”

My head falls onto the chair back, jaw tightening.

She softly says, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” I run my knuckles down her arm. “I’ll never be sorry to see you.” I follow the bend up to her wrist and sweep over her pulse point. “I just fucking hate thinking about his accident. He fell and almost died. It still messes with me a little.”

More than a little, but it’s not her problem. I won’t let it be.

The scrunch between her eyes returns, curiosity swimming as she studies me, and I worry how deeply she’ll dissect. Through my flesh and muscle, down to the bone.

Before she has me cut open and exposed, I sit forward, clutching the back of her neck. “I also couldn’t stay there and not touch you.”

My thumb teases the denim over her pussy, and her lids fall heavy.

“Fuck,” she whispers, and her chest rises faster.

“I couldn’t not kiss you.” I press my lips to hers and tease them open.

Remi grasps my hair as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moans into mine and ignites herself in my veins.

Starved for her skin, I strip off her top and bra, going straight for her perfect tits. I palm her breasts, kissing and sucking through her desperate whimpers. Her hips rock against my hardening cock, causing me to groan.

“Do you get it yet, Remi?” I ask, already working open her jeans and reveling in every sexy pant escaping her. “I can’t be near you without having you every goddamn way.”

She crashes back into me, kissing me like she understands perfectly.

I scoop her up and move her onto the chair before tugging off my shirt. And then I’m dropping to my knees in front of her, slipping my fingers into the waistband of her jeans. I peel them and her panties off and hook my arms around the backs of her thighs, her pretty pink pussy calling to me.