“You’re killing me, James.” “Why’s that?” I whispered. Chase lowered his head, planting a row of kisses down my neck. “Because I don’t want to stop. But if I keep kissing you,” he murmured against my skin, “I won’t be fit to be around other people for a good, long while.” He pulled back and smoothed my hair with a playful grin. “Later, it’ll be a different story.”
