Page 101 of Chasin’s Surrender

God, I loved it when he said that.

I let his deep, sex-roughened voice wash over me as I barreled toward the cliff.

I was almost over it when he slowed his thumb, adjusted his angle, then went back at my clit harder.

Sweet Lord above.

I felt the hum build in my chest, my back bowed, every part of my body sizzled. Fire scorched through me until I could take no more, then my climax broke.

No, it didn’t break, it seared. The power of it so strong, it scalded.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I was too far gone to fully appreciate his deep, hard thrusts. My body no longer belonged to me, it was his. I was somewhere off floating in the heavens, fully engulfed in the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Therefore, it was almost lost on me when his rhythm faltered and he plunged deep and bathed my insides with his release.

But I didn’t miss his groan.

I also didn’t miss the way his big, strong body shuddered.

It took me longer to come back to myself than it did him. It always took me longer, and every time, I was happy it did because when the haze of euphoria cleared, Chasin’s handsome face filled my vision. Every damn time. It didn’t matter how we did it, when it was done, he always gave me this.

Him.

Open.

Gentle.

Staring at me like he’d never seen me before and he was amazed.

Like it was the first time he was looking in my eyes and he liked what he saw.

I loved it. Loved that he gave me that.

“Meant it, Evie.”

Just because my vision had cleared didn’t mean that my mind wasn’t still muddled.

“Meant what, honey?”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“That’s good because I never want you to let me go.”

His eyes flashed, and that time, I caught the importance of that look.

He was happy.

So I thought he should know he made me just as happy.

“I’m happy,” I voiced my thoughts.

“I’m glad.”

“No, Chasin, I’m happy. I’ve never been happy. I’ve been proud. I’ve been content. I’ve achieved things I wanted. But never have I found true happiness.” I slid my hand out from around him and traced his jaw up to his ear. God, he had perfect bone structure. “Not until you gave it to me. I’m never letting you go, either.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, and pulled his hips back then pushed back in.

“Again?” I smiled.