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My hands moved back to her hips, guiding her, even as I told myself to stop her movements. I parted her lips and swept my tongue into her mouth, tasting her and swallowing her needy sigh, even as I fought to pull back. And when she began lifting my shirt off my body, I took it off the rest of the way for her instead of putting an end to everything.
This would hurt her worse in the end. I knew that.
But this girl was in my head and in my veins. She’d buried herself under my skin and embedded herself in my soul.
I needed her body, heart, and soul in a way I’d never needed anything.
Gripping both of her hands in mine when she grasped the band of my athletic shorts, I tugged on her full bottom lip and met her heated stare. “First time I fuck you isn’t gonna be on a couch.”
“First time.” The words were barely a breath leaving her as amusement played at the edge of her mouth. “If you only knew how many times you’ve done exactly that,” she said before kissing me again. This time softer, slower, as she fought against my weakening hold to dip her hand inside my shorts.
My eyes rolled back and a groan raked up my throat when she sat up enough to grip me through my boxer briefs.
“Fucked me. Right here,” she whispered as she slid her hand along the outline of my hard length.
Moving my hands to her thighs, I met her stare again as I curled my fingers tight against her. “Bed,” I said in warning as I prepared to stand.
Just as my muscles tensed, Scarlet slammed one of her hands against the wall over my head and gripped me tighter with the other, forcing a hissed curse from me as I relaxed into the couch.
“Scarlet,” I said through clenched teeth, her name all carnal wants and reproachful demands. And then another groan was building in my chest at the wicked little smirk she gave me when she resumed her teasing touches before slowly moving off the couch.
“I know how you fuck me, Chase Grayson,” she said once she was on her feet again and bent close, lips just out of reach. “It’s slow and sensual. It’s hard and savage. And it’s always perfect.”
I reached for her waist and curled my hand into a fist when she stopped my attempt with a gentle touch to my forearm, never once taking her eyes from mine.
“And the way you hold me...” she continued as she reached for the band of my shorts and boxer briefs, pulling them down until I stopped her just before they freed me. “It’s tender and possessive and powerful, and as your physical therapist, I’m telling you that you can’t do those things.”
“Wanna bet?”
Her smirk briefly widened into a bright, stunning smile as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss to my lips. “Let me take care of you.”
“It’s my job to take care of you,” I countered easily, the words slipping from me as if I’d said them dozens of times.
“Chase,” she whispered.Begged. My name tearing at me because her plea went so much deeper than not wanting me to injure myself further.
She needed this.
I captured her mouth again in response. Easily parting her lips and deepening the kiss as I released my hold and lifted my hips to help her remove the rest of my clothes.
And then she was moving. Leaving a searing trail down my chest and stomach until she was on her knees in front of me and taking me in her hands.
Jesus Christ.
I bit back a groan as she stroked me. Slow and teasing. Grip just firm enough to make me feel like I was going to go out of my goddamn mind before this could really begin.
Those hypnotic eyes shifted from what she was doing to mine, keeping me locked there until one of her hands left my cock and drifted up. Trailing to the ridges of my abdomen as she sat forward to take me in her mouth.
“Shit.” My head fell to the back of the couch at the feel of her surrounding me. Pumping me slowly as she moved her head up and down. Taking me in again and again until I hit the back of her throat and swirling her tongue around the tip like she was about to release me, only to do it all over again.
I met her dark stare again, getting fully enraptured in the way she was watching me as she brought me closer and closer to an end I wasn’t ready for.
As if she’d been waiting for this. Craving this. Needing this, exactly as I’d thought.
And I needed her.
I let my fingers trail over where she was gripping my stomach before reaching for her. Brushing my thumb over her cheek and gently demanding, “Come here.”
Suddenly, that desperate voice in the back of my mind was there. Screaming at me. Begging me to remember.
