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After a few minutes, the bed dipped as he rolled off it, presumably to get a condom. When he returned, he wasted no time slipping his cock between her thighs. Oh hellfire and damnation. Forget it. Oh hell, he was so frigging hard. With one push of the tip into her core, she clenched, drawing another growl from him. “Don’t keep me out.” His big hand wrapped around her upper thigh, forcing her more open. “You can take me.”
Oh yeah, she’d take him, all right.
Biting on the inside of her arm, she tightened up again, making him have to work for it. He grunted and forced more of himself inside, dragging over swollen, sensitive tissues. Then rubbing over that pleasure center that made her teeth scissor over her own skin. Still, she bore down, not relaxing around him, wanting him to claim what he wanted. She wasn’t some breakable glass doll, and she ached for him to work her rough and hard—to drive him to that point he didn’t have any rationality left.
Another inch, then two, and he bit her shoulder in frustration, reaching around to circle her clit. The action had her bowing up, giving him the access he needed. He sank in deep and let out a glorious groan, barely giving her time to accede to his invasion before he retreated and returned twice as hard. Slamming into her, shoving her across the bed until she was half on her stomach with her face buried in the pillow. She drew herself up on one hand and he pushed her back down, his hand spanning her spine and keeping her locked in place. Trapped beneath him, she moaned, twitching around his cock. Begging without words for him to finish what he’d started, to command her that completely.
To prove to them both that she was his.
“Fuck me,” she snarled, nearly vicious in her urgency.
He gave her what she needed, with powerful, unrelenting thrusts that had her shoving the pillow in her mouth to keep from screaming. The pleasure he created was so keen she could only jerk back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. He gripped her ass in both hands, bruising her for sure, marking her in a way no lover ever had. Slaking his desire, using her to get himself off. And getting her off again in the process.
Forget courtesy come warnings, he drove a fist into the bed beside her head and jolted deep within her, going still for one heart-rending instant before his hips shot into overdrive. Even through the condom, the warm pulses of his release triggered her climax, hurtling her into a bliss so vast that only oblivion could result. She gave herself over to the sensation, glorying in the bruises, the sweat, the hard clamp of his teeth fastening to the back of her neck.
“You’re mine now. Not sharing you with any baseball players or anyone else.” The words hit her skin like shrapnel wrapped in silk. “The second you let me touch you…” He inhaled sharply. “Dammit, you’re mine.”
It wasn’t the most eloquent speech, but it made her eyes sting just the same. She nodded and whispered, “Yours.”
“Yes.” His body came down over hers. Sheltering, heavy, hot. And she let the oblivion take her.
Chapter Eleven
He’d fucked her unconscious. Or smothered her.
Chase swallowed the grit in his throat and tentatively lifted his head. Summer sprawled beneath him, legs asunder, arms spread wide. Her hair a dark, silky tangle over her pillow. The sight made his dick twitch, which led to him giving said dick a stern internal talking to. Not appropriate. He hadn’t even pulled out yet, which wasn’t the brightest move considering he had the condom to deal with. He hoped she was on the pill. And that she wasn’t dead.
Being brought up on sexual homicide charges wouldn’t do his fledgling bodyguard business any favors.
“Summer?” He caressed her arm. “Baby, you okay?”
It took a minute, but when she replied, it came out closer to a purr. “Oh hell yes, I’m fine.”
He tipped back his head and laughed, so long and hard that his sides cramped. When he’d gotten his breath back, he made sure the condom was secure and slid out of her, savoring her noise of displeasure. She wasn’t the only one who wasn’t pleased they had to separate. He would’ve stayed there forever if he could.
“You could make me really happy by telling me you’re on the pill.”
She raised her head and blew her hair out of her face. “Why? Did we spring a leak?”
Chuckling, he rolled out of bed. “No. Not that I’m aware of.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I’m not on it. I’ve always used condoms.” She rolled over and warily eyed his protective grip on his cock. “Something happened. You’re afraid you knocked me up.”
“No. Everything’s fine. Jesus, suspicious much?” He really needed to get to the bathroom. “It would be easier without. And better. Way better.”
“How do you know?” She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. “You haven’t been having unprotected sex, have you?”
“Of course not.” He glanced longingly at the closed door a few feet away. “Look, never mind I said anything—”
“But you did say something. You must have had a reason to. If you believe there’s a chance I could get pregnant, I’ll go down to the store.”
“For what? A giant removal tool?” He’d said it to make her laugh, but she didn’t seem to be enjoying his humor at the moment.
In fact, she looked damn close to crying.
“No, for the morning-after pill. So we don’t take any chances.” She swung her legs over the bed. “They’ll take care of the problem.”
“Excuse me?” He faced her across the bed, sticky condom and all. “That’s how you think of it? As a problem to solve with a pill?”
