Samantha Chase

I don’t know,” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.

Reece?' she asked softly.'Hmmm?'Kiss me.'And he did. There wasn't even a possibility of saying no.

I always hated guys who were so damn wrapped up in themselves they thought they could do no wrong.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Turns out I’m one of them.

Did she want him as badly as he wanted her? Did she realize he was slowly going insane for wanting her?