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She nods and bites her lip.

I grab her hips and drag her closer. “Nothing?”

Tears shine in her eyes. If nothing else, I’m going to strangle Andrew for the emotional roller coaster he’s put her through.

“You are not nothing. You’re my girl. My fiancée. Soon, you’ll be my wife. The mother of my children. You’re my whole world. My everything. No one touches what’s mine. No one hurts you.”

Her lips part but I cut her off before she makes a sound by pressing a finger against her lips. “Don’t make another excuse for that motherfucker.”

I slide my finger along her bottom lip. “Mine to kiss.” I swoop down and press my lips against hers hard enough to erase memories of anyone else. She moans into my mouth and drags her fingers through my hair. I grasp her hand, pinning it to her side.

“Chaser?” she whispers when I draw back.

Without answering, I slide my hand from her hip, between her legs, and cup her center. “Mine. To touch. Mine to lick. Mine to pleasure. Only mine.”

She rocks against my hand and I grab her hip, keeping her still. “Is that clear?”

“Show me,” she whispers.

I draw back and study her face. “Excuse me?”

Slowly, she lifts her gaze to mine. Challenge glitters in her eyes. “Prove it.”

“You chose a bad time to dare me, little dove.” I press my mouth against hers and use my weight to push her down to the mattress.

Mallory

One minute Chaser has me so frustrated I want to strangle him, and the next he has me pinned to the mattress. His arms resting on either side of my head, caging me in.

“Did you hear what I said?” he rasps.

“I heard everything you said tonight,” I whisper.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment.

I reach up and brush my fingertips over his cheek. “I’ve never…not for a minute have I felt that you’re not enough for me.”

“You think you’ll still feel that way, ten, twenty, thirty years from now?”

It would be so easy to blurt out a yes. But Chaser doesn’t want easy answers. He wants the honest one.

I blink, trying to stretch my imagination that far into the future. What will it look like? Where will we be?

We.

“Every vision of my future includes you. No matter where I go, I want you by my side. I want to come home and find you practicing guitar in the living room. Go on tour with you. Accept awards with you. Travel everywhere together.” I run my finger over his furrowed brow. “Have a family with you—”

He slams his mouth over mine, cutting me off, claiming my lips and my heart.

Hot, undeniable sparks fire through my veins. An electrical current of energy running between our bodies. A whimper of need and desperation tears from my throat. He answers with his own needy rumble.

I slip my fingers over his hot skin and hard muscles. Stroking over firm abs, his sides, to his back.

He groans again. Leaning on one arm, he runs his hand down my side, and tugs my shirt up. I lift up to help untangle it from my arms and stop to undo my bra.

The corners of his mouth lift with approval. His dark eyes glitter with desire. Our lips meet again. My lips part and his tongue strokes against mine.

“My girl,” he whispers against my lips.

I nod slowly.

He dives lower, kissing along my jaw, down to my neck. His scruff setting fire to my sensitive skin where he stops to suck and nip. I angle my head back, offering my neck as a canvas to leave his mark.

Little cries of pleasure escape my lips as he continues kissing and claiming every inch of me.

He slips one hand between our bodies. I gasp as he brushes his fingers over my inner thigh, up under my shorts. His teeth scrape my nipple as his fingers stroke the edge of my panties.

I gasp and try to sit up but he keeps me pinned. Desire turns me inside out and I struggle under the weight of his body.

“What’s wrong, little dove?” His wicked smile even more of a turn-on as he slowly slides his fingers under my panties. His thumb brushes over my clit and my body jerks.

“Mmm, I like that.” He strokes in firmer circles until I squeeze my eyes shut, trying so hard to concentrate on the delicious sensations. My thigh muscles quiver in anticipation but he leaves me on the edge, never pressing hard enough to set me off.

“Chaser,” I whine and try desperately to grind myself against his hand.

I blink up at him. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded with desire. “I love watching you,” he whispers. Still watching me, he dips his head and tugs at the button of my shorts with his teeth.

A pathetic whimper leaves me as he eases his hand away from my center and works my shorts loose. “Get these off,” he growls.

I lift my hips and he shimmies my shorts and underwear down my legs, stopping to press a kiss to my bellybutton.

“That tickles.” My belly quivers with held back laughter as her runs his scruff over my skin.

He slides his body off the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Come here.” His low, guttural demand has me scooting down the bed. Not fast enough, apparently. He slips his arms under my legs, and yanks me to the edge. Using his wide shoulders, he presses my legs open. The scratch of his stubble against my inner thigh sends more tingles of anticipation through me. He kisses and nibbles. When I think I can’t take another second of torment, he places his wicked mouth where I need it most.

“Oh!”

He groans and uses his tongue to flick my clit. My thighs clench, squeezing his head, until he pries me open again. Breathless, ragged noises escape my throat. I reach down, tangling my fingers through his hair.

He tastes and teases, lapping and swirling his tongue in the most provocative ways, always leaving me teetering on the edge.

He returns all his focus to my clit, sucking gently. My legs shake. My toes curl against the sheets. He twines his fingers with mine and I finally break. Waves of pleasure pulse through me, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

When I can’t take any more, I buck my hips, shaking him loose. He sits back and chuckles, pressing a slippery kiss to my thigh.

I curl my finger at him. Pressing his fists into the mattress, he rises. A flash of pain creases his face and I bolt up. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips. He gestures to his jeans. “Take my cock out.”

Eager to return the favor and make his knees quiver, I free him, shoving his jeans over his hips. His abs tighten and he sways as I slide my hand up and down his cock. I circle the tip with my thumb and he hisses.

“Lie back.”

“But—”

His dark expression cuts off my protest. I scoot a few inches up the bed. Resting on my elbows, I dig my heels into the mattress and spread my knees wide. “Like this?” I ask in an innocent whisper.

He growls and falls down over me. He reaches between us, positioning himself at my center. Rubbing up and down for a long moment while staring down into my eyes.

“Give me—”

He cuts me off, sliding into me, hard, in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I struggle to adjust.

He presses his lips to my forehead and stills his movements. “You still with me, little dove?” His raw voice expresses his need more than his words.

With him in this moment? With him for life?

All of the above.

I blink up at him. His intense eyes wait for an answer.

I squeeze my inner muscles around him and he shudders.

“Yes,” I whisper.

That’s the answer he needed. He clutches my hips and pulls back, slamming back in a second later. Not fast. Slow and hard, so I feel every inch.

My greedy body aches with the demand for another release. Chaser’s controlled but relentless. Another orgasm builds, almost painful in its intensity.

“I can’t—”

/>   “Yes, you can.” He slows his pace, leaning down to kiss me again. “Please.”

His gentle plea after all our harsh words tonight unlocks my body. He comes with me, burying his face against my neck, whispering words of love in my ear.

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