Page 56 of Chasing Lynda

“Fuck my shoulder!” I grunt. “There’s only one thing I give a shit about right now.”

I crash down on the mattress with her on top of me.

“What is it?” she asks as I flip her over, dragging her up to the pillows and wincing at the pain that suddenly stabs at my right shoulder, shooting down my arm and making me crumble down, partially on top of her.

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Lynda

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“DODGE!” I SQUEAL, AS he lifts me up and carries me across the room as if I weighed nothing. “Your shoulder!”

He doesn’t slow down. “Fuck my shoulder!” He growls, landing on the mattress with me on top of him. “There’s only one thing I give a shit about right now.”

He flips me over.

“What is it?” I ask, worried by the look of sheer pain that’s contorting Dodge’s perfect features.

“Kissing every inch of your body, sexy girl. Burying myself inside of you and making you come over and over.”

Holy shit.

The few times Aaron hinted at wanting to fuck me, dread was the only emotion he caused me.

Hearing Dodge saying the same thing is completely different.

I vaguely remember having Aaron on top of me on our wedding night; it’s a flashback more than a memory, because I was so high that the whole thing feels more like a distant nightmare than something that actually happened to me.

Dodge’s big, solid body is causing only excitement as he hovers on top of me, careful not to crush me.

I don’t feel threatened or repulsed by him. I want him.

I’m really doing this tonight.

“Kiss me, then,” I ask him, lost in the stormy depths of his gray eyes.

He lowers his head. “Ouch!” He gasps as a frown appears on his blond brow; his lips twisted in pain.

He loses his balance, crumbling on top of me.

“Dodge.” I worry, maneuvering underneath him, until I help him turn on his back and settle against his pillows. “You shouldn’t have carried me. You’ve made your shoulder worse. Let me go get more ice—”

“Fuck the ice, Lynda. There’s only one thing I need right now and it’s right here, straddling my hips and making me so goddamn hard that I might fucking die, if you walk away.”

I love the passion in his voice, the way he’s looking at me is ... the way I’ve always wanted Kelley to look at me.

I look at Dodge, he’s the complete opposite of Kelley at least when it comes to his coloring.

He has golden blond hair, cut in a fashionable faux-hawk. His eyes are a silvery gray with blue flecks, shaded by long, darker blond lashes.

Dodge’s features are so perfect that he looks almost unreal when you pay attention to the proportions of his nose, his high cheekbones, the defined line of his jaw and chin. His lips look and feel so soft, that I can’t resist kissing him again.

“I have no intention of walking away, Dodge,” I whisper, taking in his wide shoulders, the sculpted lines of his pecs and the six pack of his hard abs, encased by smooth, golden tanned skin.

We look at each other for a second and I’m under no illusion that this is love; the only man I’ve ever loved didn’t feel the same way about me.

Could this be love one day? In another time and another life, maybe. If we had time to get to know each other. But we’re out of time even before we begin, even though Dodge doesn’t know that.

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