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I didn't.

My back met the wall.

"Caught you," he said.

Gunnar crowded me in. Any second now he was going to overpower me. He was going to bend me to his mercy. Pin me down. Stick those thick fingers back inside me and make me come. And there wasn't anything I could do about it.

His hands landed on my hips. He hoisted me up until I felt the hot air of his nostrils against my nose. Then he kissed me.

There was nothing gentle about it. Good. I didn't want gentle.

My hands went to his shoulders as his mouth claimed mine. I was trapped between the wall and my husband. Exactly where I had maneuvered myself in this game. Which meant technically I had won.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

GUNNAR

Rosalind was trapped between my body and the bathroom wall. She wasn't fighting me anymore. Her arms wound around my shoulders. Her body was soft against mine. Her mouth opened beneath mine, giving me the access she'd made me work for. That made it sweeter.

So my wife liked the chase. She wanted to test whether I could catch her. And once I did, she wanted to know I could hold her.

I could give her that. I liked chasing after that lush ass. Fuck, I liked catching her and pressing into her curves.

I liked the squeal she made when my hand closed around her waist. I liked hearing her bare feet race across the floor. I liked knowing I could have caught her at any point but letting her believe she might get away. Most of all, I liked the moment she stopped fighting.

Rosalind had spent her entire life surrounded by people who thought she was weak. They watched her. Guarded her. Led her around by the arm.

Within the first moments of meeting her, I'd seen her clearly. She wasn't weak. She didn't need guidance.

She balked when she was treated like she was helpless. She lashed out, but not physically. She liked to play her little mental games, but secretly she wanted to be overpowered.

Didn't most women? There just weren't enough men who were strong enough to hold them down. Lucky for my wife, I was very good at overpowering people.

I caught her beneath that heart-shaped ass and lifted. Rosalind wrapped her legs around my waist without breaking our kiss. She was pliant in my arms now, all the fight temporarily gone. I carried her back to the bed and laid her across the mattress.

Her robe had been sacrificed somewhere during our chase. Good riddance. I looked down at my wife. All of her.

My wolf went quiet. So did I.

She was beautiful. Not delicate. I was beginning to think that the word had never belonged anywhere near Rosalind Blackwood. There was nothing delicate about the woman who had just baited a Blackwood enforcer into hunting her around a small bedroom.

I climbed onto the mattress.

"Stop."

I did. Immediately.

Rosalind pushed herself onto her elbows. "If I'm naked, you should be naked."

My brows rose. "You can't see me."

Her head tilted. Then her lips curved. "Oh, I can see that big cock of yours just fine."

I pulled my shirt over my head. Her milky gaze tracked the movement. My pants came next. Her nostrils flared, grin widened. I climbed back onto the bed. The mattress sank beneath my weight as I moved toward her. I reached for her waist, intending to drag her beneath me. Her hand closed around my cock.

"Fuck."

I had been hard for so long it fucking hurt. I'd spent the last hour smelling her arousal. Feeling her come around my fingers. Listening to her beg. Chasing her naked ass around the room. And my dick had been informed repeatedly that none of this concerned him.