Chasing Allie (Breaking Away Series #2) by Meli Raine Read Free Book Online Page A

show you my heart, Allie. No woman has ever done that before.” The lights from the roller coaster blink as the cars shoot along on the tracks, riders screaming with glee. A seagull flock squawks and cries out as a child runs through them in the distance. Chase’s warm breath tickles my nose. His words caress my soul.
    “I love you,” he says simply. As if he has cut open his chest and wants me to see his vulnerable heart beating there, a rhythm just for me.
    I inhale. I exhale. I do it again. Time disappears and space becomes so much bigger than I knew. The whole world is vast and complex. Love is simple and small.
    It lives here in the space between us.
    I cross that space and we kiss, our lips telling each other stories, our tongues making plans, our fingers holding on for dear life. In the kiss I tell Chase my entire history and in his groan of desire he tells me everything I need to know.
    The Ferris wheel jolts again and our teeth bang together. Chase bites my tongue and I laugh. He cringes and his eyes go troubled. We disentangle our mingled flesh and he looks at me uncertainly.
    I know why.
    “I love you, Chase Halloway,” I whisper. Then I shout, “I love you, too!”
    “I love you, Allie!” he cries out. 
    “Get a room!” someone screams back. I blush, my hands halting against his. This time, when he looks at me, his eyes are dark and full of something much deeper.
    And no longer uncertain.
    The kiss Chase gives me as the Ferris wheel begins its slow loop, without stops, is one long, deep I love you . He buries his hands in my hair, and my palm cups the back of his neck. He pulls me closer, one hand under my shirt, splayed against my back and pushing me to him. It’s as if he wants to be so close to me that we’re one person. One body. 
    One heart.
    The wind begins to whip my hair in pinwheels around us, the sky dark enough that the lights of the pier’s amusements shine brightly. The music fades and then gets louder as we pass closer to the ground in our car. Chase’s hands are all over me now, his mouth insistent and demanding, the connection between us no longer one that binds.
    Now it’s one that needs. He needs me, and the urgency of his caresses, his groans, his hands and lips and tongue make me hot and wet.
    I want more. More than I’ve ever had in my entire life.
    And it’s all happening because I chose to break away from an oppression I didn’t really understand.
    “You are so...oh, man, Allie,” Chase says as he clears his throat. We fly past the roller coaster again and we’re pitched toward the ocean, red lights from a huge ship way off in the distance catching my eye. I’m panting now and so is Chase. His thick, muscled leg is between my knees, his torso pressed into me. We’re about as close to each other as you can get in public.
    We’re also perched a few stories above the ground and falling, fast.
    Falling in love.
    “I don’t have the words to say how I feel, Chase,” I admit. My skin is on fire and every part of me feels itchy with compulsion. I need to touch him, need to taste him, need to feel naked and alive against his body.
    He moves my hand to his lap and—oh, yeah. He feels the same, all right.
    “How close is Marissa’s place?” he murmurs against my earlobe before he nips it with his teeth, making me yip.
    “I don’t know,” I confess. “She said it’s maybe twenty minutes from here?”
    He sighs and sits down all the way, pulling me to him tightly. The loss of his heat against mine makes me want him even more.
    “I can wait.” He growls and licks my neck.
    I can’t stop giggling. “What’s that for?”
    “For being so tasty.”
    “I taste like sweat and dirt.”
    “Mmmmm.”
    I reach over and lick his neck, too.
    “Lower,” he says in a dark voice.
    I pull back and give him an impish look. “Later.”
    The wheel in the sky keeps looping and we laugh and cuddle until the machine stops, tumbling us out into the beautiful California night.

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