Electric! by Ava McKnight Page A

he’d given her.
    It wasn’t in Cassidy’s nature to flirt, but how could she
pass up the opportunity with all the endorphins and hormones keeping her so
charged she couldn’t help but get a little sassy with Chase?
    “Feeling all He-Man Master of the Universe-like?” she asked
as he climbed into bed with her.
    He grinned. “Yeah, sorta.” He gave her a kiss so smoldering Cassidy
felt as though she might incinerate into the mattress.
    For once, she didn’t overanalyze or freak out over anything
she might do to screw up her career. She’d let it all go when Chase had proven
how sizzling they’d be together, and was happy she’d done so. Apparently, a
person needed a break from their nonstop obsessing every now and then.
    Chase said, “Why don’t we get comfortable under the covers?
Unless you’re planning on kicking me out.”
    She smiled. “The thought never crossed my mind. Especially
not after all those fireworks you set off inside me.”
    “I do enjoy getting you off.” He gave her a lascivious look
that curled her toes.
    “So I guess having sex with you doesn’t get the need to talk
dirty to me out of your system.”
    “Would you like me to stop talking dirty to you?”
    She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Though in reality, it
excited her that Chase was proving what he’d said at the party—that his
attraction to her was more than just the need to score her once.
    She kept the conversation light, casually saying, “I think I
can handle it.”
    “And if I wanted to tie you to the bedposts?” he challenged
in a low tone.
    Oh Christ. They were back to the kinky fetishes.
    He actually had them?
    Cassidy nibbled her lip a moment as Chase stared intently at
her. Then she brazenly asked, “Is there a specific reason you’d want to do
that?”
    His lips grazed her temple as he muttered, “Mostly to see
you sprawled on the bed, naked and anxiously awaiting my next move…”
    “Chase…”
    “Just think about it.”
    Then he snuggled with her under the down comforter. Aside
from the panic of Chase potentially following the 50 Shades path, she
suffered a few moments of uncertainty as they settled in together. But Chase
took the guesswork out of what to do next. He pulled her to him and draped an
arm over her shoulders while she rested her head on his chest.
    She liked hearing his heart beat and listening to his steady
breathing. His fingers stroked her skin and she smiled again, pushing thoughts
of bondage and giving up control from her mind.
    “I’m glad you texted me,” she said.
    “I’m glad you thought I was Meg.”
    With a soft laugh, she admitted, “It’s entirely possible I
saw that it was you sending the message and I just had it in my mind that it
was Meg, because she’d mentioned you. A little subconscious error to make me
feel as though I didn’t actually encourage anything between us.”
    He blew out a long breath. “It has taken a serious amount of
effort to wear you down.”
    “Shut up about that and just tell me it was worth it.”
    He chuckled. “Oh so worth it. Goddamn, so worth it.”
    “Phew. Relief.”
    “Cass. The whole night has been awesome. Even if we hadn’t
gotten together, it was a helluva lot of fun flirting with you.”
    “You are so bad.”
    How bad?
    “And you secretly love it.”
    Do I?
    She let out a low groan. “Well… Maybe not so secretly.”
    He chuckled once more, the sound warming her and helping to
solidify in her mind that she hadn’t made a monumental mistake by caving to
Chase this evening.
    Not that she’d had any sort of defense or willpower after he’d
kissed her. After he’d done no more than brush his lips over hers.
    The spark factor had been through the roof. She realized
there had always been a serious amount of the zings between them and that must
have been the reason Chase had pursued her endlessly. Because he’d known there
was something passionate that existed long before she’d accepted it.
    Cassidy didn’t chew on this