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“What’s wrong?” I search his face for the answer, but I don’t find it. He clearly wants me. I see it in his eyes and feel it in his body.

“Fuck,” he grumbles and extracts his body from mine. He scoots to the edge of the bed and sits with his elbows propped on his knees and his head buried in his hands.

“Chase, talk to me.” I sit up and reach out to rest my hand on his shoulder but stop myself. His rejection stings and leaves me confused. “I thought you wanted me like this?”

“It’s not that.” He glances back at me, and the pain in his eyes causes my breath to catch. “I don’t want to screw this up more than I already have. I really like you, Lina. I always have. Doing this right with you is important to me.”

The relief that washes over me at his admission lights me up inside. Nothing can stop me from doing what I do next.

I crawl across the bed and sling my body around him until I’m straddling his lap. “You’re not screwing this up. I want this. I want you.”

Before he can object or remove me from his lap, I clench my fists in his shirt and kiss him hard.

Thank God he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he leans into the kiss and digs his fingers into my ass as he presses my center into his erection.

Even through our clothes, my body sings from the closeness. His hands trail up my thighs, past my waist and under the T-shirt he put on me. I relish the feel of his rough hands against my bare skin.

“More.” I breathe against his lips just as his hands reach my breasts and squeeze. I gasp at the intensity of his grip because he’s not gentle.

He pulls away from my mouth and rips the shirt over my head. Then he loops his fingers through my bra straps and pulls it down, effectively securing my arms against my side.

His eyes roam over my bare chest with an odd mix of reverence and jealousy. “You have tattoos on your breasts?”

His voice is rough and gravelly as his eyes snap up to mine. I nod. “I’ve covered most of my body in ink.”

His nostrils flare, and his fingers dig into my skin. “Who gave these to you?”

I raise a brow at the demanding tone of his question. “Some of them I did myself, but Felix did most of them.”

“Felix? Your coworker.” His jaw is tight and his fingers flex against my skin as he rakes them back up my body. His hand cups my heavy breast and lifts it to his waiting mouth. Then he licks and sucks on the nipple, sending a rush of heat to my core. “I don’t like that he touched you here.”

I snort. “You’re not the first man to see me naked. You know that, right?”

He growls out his displeasure before his mouth descends on me. This time, he sucks my nipple between his teeth and bites down. I toss my head back and moan at the pleasurable pain he’s giving me.

I want to shove my fingers into his hair and lock him in place, but I can’t move my arms. My bra is still wrapped around me, making it hard to move.

“More.” I pant as he switches to my other breast and gives it the same deliciously rough attention. “I need more.”

With one hand gripping my hip, he slides his other around my neck and shoves his fingers into my hair. He fists his hand and pulls my head back, lifting my chest higher.

“Fuck,” he groans, and then licks and kisses his way up my chest as if he’s tracing the lines of my ink. When he reaches my neck, his kisses turn to nips. It feels so good that I buck my hips into him, loving the feel of his hardness between my legs.

“Please, Chase.” I beg. “More.”

The word has barely passed my lips before Chase flips me around to my back and pushes me down on the bed. He settles between my legs, pressing his cock into me while his hand wraps around my neck.

His thumb brushes along the line of my chin, and his fingers gently squeeze. It’s a show of his strength and control over me. I fucking love it.

I thrust my hips to meet his erection and moan. “Yes. More of this.”

But he doesn’t move. Our eyes are locked in a heated stare that says we both want the same thing—his cock buried deep inside me.

His lips hover mere millimeters from mine and I lift my head to kiss him. He stops me by tightening his hold around my neck and pinning me to the bed.

My lips tug up in a grin. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” I rasp.

“How so?” he growls.

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