Second Chance Summer (Chance Series, #1) Read Online Free Page B

heart is pounding furiously at his nearness, and I push at his arm. My blood is thundering through my body, my breathing coming hard and fast. I can feel the warmth emanating from his body. I want more. I need more. I want to feel his body pressed against mine, even if it’s just for a second. I need to feel it.
    His hazel eyes collide with mine, and I can see he feels the same. It’s been a year. He still feels it. I still feel it.
    “Jokes usually are funny,” I retort, trying to move away from him in an attempt to regain control of my body.
    His mouth crashes into mine, his lips molding to mine. One of his hands cups the side of my head, the other resting on my waist. I grab his shirt when he nips my bottom lip. My mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, stroking it in a gentle caress. Our bodies push together, and I drink him in, kissing him greedily.
    Now, I remember. I remember why I can’t fight it. Why I’m powerless. Why, at nineteen, he is all there is.
    I open my eyes as our mouths part. His lips are hovering over mine, close enough they could touch mine again, but they don’t. In the small gap between us all,I feel is the chilling night air where, just seconds ago, there was nothing but heat.
    “Am I funny now, Kia?” he breathes, still holding my face.
    “Yep,” I whisper, my voice slightly shaky. “You’re fucking hilarious.”
    Reese’s hand leaves my waist and tugs the door open. “Then you better get in the truck so you can find out exactly how not funny I am.”
    “I’m not...”
    “Get in,” he growls, his eyes promising me a fight.
    “No,” I say, pushing him back. I shake my head. “No.”
    “What?”
    I walk around him and away from him, walking backward. I shake my head, everything warring inside me. “I… No, Reese. I can’t.”
    “Kia?” he calls.
    “That…” I take a deep breath and stop at my car. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
    I unlock my car, get in, and shut the door behind me. I click the lock from the inside. My hands rest on the steering wheel for a second while I get myself back together. I can still feel his lips on me, and it’s disorientating.
    For someone usually so together, I’m already falling apart. And it’s all down to him.
    I take a deep breath again, readying myself to drive back to the empty house. I start the engine and make the mistake of glancing out of the window.
    Reese is standing against his truck, his foot propped up on the door. His eyes are fixated on mine, and they’re all I can see. The urge to leave the car and go with him, to have another night, is almost too much. But I know it won’t stop there. I know one night will lead to another, and another, each night weaving a web of growing feelings and want for things that can’t happen.
    I tear my eyes from him. I back out and drive away, not looking back at him.
    Luce was right. I’m back and he won’t let it go. I had my doubts, sure, but now I know he won’t.
    It was the predatory gleam in his eye, the promise and a threat. It was the desperate way he kissed me, like I’m the air he needs to breathe. It was the deflation in his body when I walked away.
    I don’t know if I can fight it if he does chase me. I don’t know if I want to fight it. I don’t know anything where he’s concerned.
    My uncertainty is evident in the rolling of my stomach as I drive away from him, back toward the house. My lips still tingle where he touched me and my blood is still thrumming through my veins. It would be so easy to turn this car back around and drive back to him.
    It would be too easy.
    I pull up outside my house and see all the lights are off. I text Luce to tell her I left and I’ll call tomorrow, and get out of the car. The door is unlocked when I reach it. That only means one thing… Momma’s home.
    I poke my head around the front room door, and she’s lying spread-eagle on the sofa, her head hanging back. My eyes close for a second, and I’m fighting back the sting of