Just One Week (Just One Song) by Stacey Lynn Page B

pull my eyes to her, aware that I’ve been staring at her chest and the darkness around her nipples that can be faintly seen through her shirt.
    Her lips are tipped up in slight amusement although there’s still a hint of anger in her eyes. She caught me staring, and I could play it off. But no way. I may want more than her body this week, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take her body too.
    “You can’t wear something like that and not expect me to look, babe.” I smirk and enjoy the way she fidgets in her chair while I watch her over the rim of my coffee cup.
    “You said we had to talk, so let’s get to it. I have a plane to catch soon.”
    No way in hell. I shake my head, still grinning, and I watch her fight to stay calm.
    “I have something planned this morning. We can talk when you’re relaxed.”
    Her mouth falls open a little bit and she snaps it closed. “You said we would talk in the morning and then I could catch a plane. Lying to me again?”
    With a clearly frustrated move, she stands up from her chair, pushing it so harshly into the table that the glass top rattles. I follow her into the kitchen so she can’t run. Even if she’s just moving five feet away, I recognize her trying to make space between us and no way in hell I’m letting that happen again.
    I’m right behind her when she shuts the door to the fridge and before she can say anything, I push her back lightly up against the fridge door, running my hand softly through her tangled hair. She freezes for a second and then her eyes go hazy. She also doesn’t push me away, but I don’t press for anything more.
    “I know you’re still pissed about last night, and I don’t blame you. I do want to talk to you, but I have you booked for a massage this morning and whatever else you want. You just lost your job, Mia. And you’re stressed. I know I didn’t help with that last night by springing this trip on you, but let me help you relax first.” I move my hand from her hair and down to her shoulders, pressing my thumb into the knot just behind her collar bone. Her eyes close and she groans as I quietly prove my point of how tense she is. “Let me take care of you with the massage, and then we’ll talk.”
    God she smells good. While her eyes are closed and her lips slightly parted, I lean forward, pressing my hips against her slowly. Her eyes fly open when she feels me, feels how much I want her. Her hands go to my chest, trying to push me away, but I don’t let her. And as I stand there, staring at her and quietly asking her to let me in, a sparkle flashes in her eyes and I know I’ve got her. And I love it. It’s that same mischievous glimmer she always used to have in her eyes and I realize that it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. I definitely didn’t see it yesterday.
    I don’t give her time to change her mind before my lips crash down on to hers. She responds immediately, her hands go to the back of my neck and her nails dig in to my skin putting pressure on me and pulling me toward her. I let her. I let her control the kiss as my arms wrap around her waist.
    It’s my favorite kiss with her yet, and we’ve shared lots over the years, but this one is filled with a different kind of passion than I’ve allowed myself to show her.
    I move my mouth against hers, opening it when her warm, soft tongue flicks across my bottom lip and then I take over, devouring her and showing her how much I want her. I pull her head away and begin trailing soft kisses down her neck, toward the front of her throat and smile against her skin when she moans as I lick the skin right around her collarbone.
    “Chase.” Hearing her rough voice say my name makes me press harder against her, pushing her until she’s plastered against fridge and I roll my hips into her. I don’t know if she’s trying to protest or urge me on, but I don’t stop. The thought of being so close to her that I’m in her, in her breathing and in every single part