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A sly smile spreads across his face. “Only because you’re here. I knew you’d defy my order to stay in bed.”

I quirk a brow. “Defy your order?”

“Yeah, baby. Just like you’re defying me now. Your jeans are still on.” He takes a step back and my body whimpers for him to be closer. “Off. Now.”

I comply without hesitation. Within seconds, I’m standing before him, completely naked, while he strokes his cock.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Your body is a work of art.”

Before I can respond and tell him how much I admire his body, he charges me. His mouth covers mine as he lifts me up and presses me against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist and his cock finds my entrance like it knows where it wants to be.

I expect him to thrust into me hard. I’m prepared for it. My body is wet and more than ready for him. I want him to fuck me hard.

But that’s not what I get. His kiss may be hard and frenzied, but he oh-so-slowly pushes inside me. It’s so slow it’s agonizingly painful. I want all of him. Need him. Crave him. Yearn for him in ways I’ve never yearned for anything.

A sudden rush of fear washes over me at how true all those feelings are. I’ve never felt this connected with someone before. I’ve spent my entire adult life avoiding relationships. I saw firsthand through my parents how much a broken relationship can destroy a person. I’m not convinced my dad ever really got over losing my mom. I never want to feel his pain, and letting Chase in opens me up to that kind of pain.

But it’s too late to go back now. He’s rooted in me. Whether or not I like it, he owns me in a way I hope I own him too.

Once he’s completely seated inside me, we both moan.

“Please tell me that you feel this.” He breathes into me. “You feel so good. Too fucking good to be real.”

“I’m real,” I pant as I swivel my hips, desperate to take him even deeper. “This is real.”

He drops his forehead to mine and watches as he slowly pulls in and out of me. His movements are so controlled and steady. It’s almost as if he’s trying to commit every feeling and movement to memory.

“Please.” I beg. “I need more.”

He shifts his eyes to mine and cups a hand around my cheek. “More what, baby? I’ll give you anything.”

“More of you.” I gasp as he pulls out, leaving just his tip at my entrance.

“You have me. All of me,” he says, then slowly slides in until he hits me so deep it sends a tremor up my spine.

“Then fuck me harder.”

“You got it, babe.”

He pulls out of me again as he slides his hands under my ass. I wrap my arms around his neck and brace myself for his next thrust.

And it’s everything I need and want. Chase fucks me hard and fast. I come almost as hard and fast. My body tightens around him. I toss my head back and cry out at the intensity of the pleasure.

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I remind myself that we’re outside—in the stables—where anyone could walk up and find us. Hell, they can probably hear my cries inside the main house with as loud as we’re being.

But I can’t bring myself to care. Especially when Chase’s orgasm follows mine and pushes me right into another one.

When he captures my mouth and swallows my cries, it’s then that I admit to myself just how lost to this man I really am.

Chapter 22

An open arm welcome and a warning

Chase

Lina fidgets with the hem of her shirt as we approach the back door to the main house. She’s been nervous ever since we got out of the shower and started getting ready for family breakfast.

A nervous Lina is an adorable Lina. She’s always such a badass. If she’s been nervous around me before, she hid it well.

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