Resisting Samantha (Hope Parish Novels Book 10) by Zoe Dawson

Author:Zoe Dawson [Dawson, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sexy NA, New Adult, contemporary romance, College Romance
ISBN: 9780986153525
Publisher: Blue Moon Creative
Published: 2016-07-19T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

SAMANTHA

I woke up suddenly, sharply awake, my heart pounding, tentacles of fear leaving me cold and shaking. But it wasn’t that unknown fear that had driven me out of sleep, it was the anxiety of not knowing how to handle the situation with Chase.

I was snuggled up against him, his arm around my shoulder, his big hand in the center of my back and the other cupping my head. My hands rested against his chest, every cell aware of the comforting warmth and hardness of his big, male body, my own breathing synchronized with the even rise and fall of his chest. It was very early morning. I could still hear the rain coming down in torrents.

It brought back yesterday, standing in the street, my chest heaving and my lungs on fire. After missing my chance, I didn’t know how long I stood there. Long enough for my breathing to level out and my mind to clear. Between the trembling and the sick dread, I tried to shut my mind off.

I’d gone back to my car, emerging into the full force of the wind-driven rain, the heavy drops pelting against my face and running down my neck. Suddenly I remembered that harrowing night and the hate and vengeance in Kyle Mayhew’s eyes. I started to run.

So much came back to me after chasing down that car and thinking maybe Kyle Mayhew was in Suttontowne. It had dredged up everything I thought I’d managed to come to terms with. But this uneasiness wouldn’t go away. I knew if this…thing…with Chase was something casual, something shallow and physical, I wouldn’t be having this panic attack.

Chase shifted, his breathing changing for a second, then even again. He must be dreaming. I absorbed the feel of him against me, my leg between his, his scratchy stubble and soft lips against my forehead, his breath feathering my hair.

It would be easy to just have sex and skip all the anxiety surrounding it. I wondered if my need to simply lose myself in his heat in the bathroom had caused my meltdown, or if it had been something deeper, something much more basic.

But then why had the trip over here been a jumble of rain and the compelling need to see him? It wasn’t until I turned onto his gravel road that I realized I had no recollection of leaving Suttontowne, of passing Imogene’s, of making the turn onto the secondary paved road. Nothing. I remembered nothing. Except driving as fast as I dared, and the feeling of being watched tingling along the back of my neck, one that hadn’t left me, hovering nearby, ever since I saw AnnClaire’s ghost.

I shied away from even thinking about having those kinds of feelings for Chase. I’d vowed I wouldn’t ever lose my heart the way I had with Jeff, but Chase was proving to be almost impossible to deny. On some level, for most of the past two years, I must have realized it would be like this between us.

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