A Perfect Chance

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Book: A Perfect Chance by Becca Lee Read Free Book Online
Authors: Becca Lee
Tags: Humor, Contemporary, Police, MC, love, cop romance, motorcycle romance, australian romance, Phobias
it scared me.
    The reality was, I hadn't kissed a guy since uni, and while I was speeding towards the need to throw myself at Mace and ask him to take me hard, screw the consequences, a part of me dreaded that with the contact, I may be thrown into memories I'd sooner forget.
    I shook off the direction of my thoughts, unwilling to become melancholy when things were finally looking up. I glanced down at my chest and made sure my PJ top was straight and concealed everything it should. The material was dark but thin, though high enough that it covered my cleavage. I inhaled deeply before stepping out of the bathroom and switching off the light behind me. The sooner I got to bed and away from the temptation of Mace, the better.
    That didn't seem to be as easy as I'd envisioned. Mace stood in the kitchen, beer in hand, leaning against the counter. He wore a tee that showed his bunched muscles and his ink. I found it impossible to pull my eyes away from his skin immediately. My gaze drifted down to his jean-clad legs and landed on his bare feet. Shit, his feet were sexy framed by denim, as well as big. A small movement as he shifted brought my eyes abruptly to his. I needed to get a hold of myself, and eye-fucking Mace wasn't exactly conducive to keeping my distance.
    I offered a small smile, hoping the heat flushing my cheeks was my imagination and that my embarrassment wasn't on full display for him to see. Our eyes connected for a moment before his roamed over my body. My traitorous nipples hardened under his scrutiny, and I had no doubt whatsoever that they stood proudly and on display for his inspection. Forcing my feet to work, I headed to the sink, just to the right of where he stood. I picked up the glass that sat on the drainer and filled it with water. I sipped some immediately, using it as a distraction as well as adding moisture to my dry mouth.
    I cleared my throat quietly. "I'm ready for bed." I then looked at him and watched as he turned his head and gazed down at me.
    "Okay." His eyes were dark and intense. I turned and faced him, waiting for his support. Immediately, he reached out and took my free hand in his and brought it between us. I closed my eyes at the contact, a flicker of relief registering and spreading through me. Tightening his hand around mine a fraction, he spoke. "Come on then, Lena." My eyes sprang open, a smile already on my lips as I gazed up at him.
    I nodded and allowed him to lead me to what would be my room. It was opposite his. Once inside, Mace released my hand and hovered in the doorway. He seemed momentarily uncertain. It didn't last long though before his mask reappeared.
    "You good?"
    I looked around the room again. "Yes, thanks." I wasn't quite sure if my response was a lie or not. On one hand, I felt surprisingly at ease, but once he left, I had no idea how I'd react.
    "Okay." Mace offered me a smile and pulled the door to as he retreated.
    "Mace!" I called. The door opened. "Can you leave it open, please?"
    "Sure thing." He ensured the door was fully open before moving to his own bedroom door. With his hand on the handle and me hovering near my bed, he turned to look at me. "'Night, Lena."
    He stepped inside and went to close his door. My heart constricted. "Mace!" I called, my voice pitched high and seeming crazy loud in the quiet house. His head popped back around the door, a frown marring his handsome features. "Erm, do you mind…?" I eyed his door, mortified at my request and unable to voice my words fully.
    "No problem." He pushed his door wide open and retreated in his room.
    I quickly slid under the sheets and couldn't help but lift my head off the pillow and peek. Through my open doorway, I watched Mace, his back to me, remove his T-shirt. His thick muscles bunched at the movement, rippling under coloured ink. I was too far away to see the intricate detail, but from this distance, I saw a large dragon wrapped around a stunning woman. It was beautiful. My eyes continued to

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