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I’d do anything for her. She had no idea how far I was willing to go to keep her locked in my arms. Murder wasn’t off the table. Stroking deeper inside her, Iwatched her come undone for me. I was the only man who’d bear witness to such beauty.

“Take it all, Chelsea.”

Arms anchored around my neck, she stood on her knees. I plunged inside of her, keeping a steady rhythm. Her head dropped back and my tongue slid across her collarbone.

“Tate, don’t stop. Faster,” she breathed.

Her orgasm was coming. I loved watching her beautiful face contort. Nothing more beautiful in this world. Lying her on her back, I sat on my knees and slid inside her warmth again. Holding her thigh, I plowed into her. Chelsea’s eyes hooded and the cutest smile lit her lips. I knew she was ready to explode. The action movie playing in the background couldn’t drown out our skin making constant contact. One of her breasts rose and fell under my hand. I loved every minute. Our eyes locked as her body shook in my grasp. Tiny shivers waved over her skin. I didn’t let up. A sea of steady strokes brought on a ripple effect as she came again.

I fell apart inside of her as I slammed into her heat a final time. “You’re mine,” I grunted, through gritted teeth. I slumped over her chest heaving. “I’ll kill him,” I repeated on a loop.

Chelsea held my head against her heaving bosom. “Tate, no.” she cried.

After I thoroughly cleaned Chelsea, I warmed up our hot chocolate. Resting my head against the headboard, I peeked down at her. “Are you all right?”

“No.” Lying in the crook of my arm, she swayed my hand along her belly under the blanket as she sipped the piping hot cocoa.

My lips pressed against the side of her head. “I can’t sit on my hands any longer.”

“At least hear Rocco out tomorrow.”

She met my gaze.

My lips melted against hers. “Ok.”

I woke up in need of my face being between her legs again. My hunger for her was always insatiable. My friends witnessed first hand over the years my need to be near her. She just had no idea how bad it was. The second I received my driver's license I drove to her little hick town, sat in the bleachers and watched her run cross country. Just watching her run off into the distance and return kept me from losing it.

But when she returned to Haven River for good, I hung on by a thread. The second she stood on her porch andkissed Ethan, I knew I had to shut that shit down. My stubborn princess wasn’t trying to hear what I had to say. But the way she whimpered against my lips in my backyard, told me everything I needed to know. She wanted us just as bad. That fucker was working on borrowed time. She was my woman. Always had been. So you could imagine my rage when I learned my brother returned from the dead and wanted her for himself. No motherfucking way. If my brother would have stopped the stupid games once we were back in Atlanta, maybe I wouldn’t be ready to commit murder. Mason knew what he was doing. It was all a part of his mischievous revenge plan. He needed to get the fuck over it already. Chelsea was back in my arms where she belonged and nothing would change that. Poor Lake received the brunt of my anger. It wasn’t his fault Chelsea, and I had to run around in secret.

I considered being civil. Mason and I could pound each other’s face in, until I was the last man standing. My lips tipped up.

“Tate. Tate, wake up.”

I must’ve been dreaming about bashing in Mason’s face.

My eyes slowly opened. “Huh?”

That cute little nose slid along my neck. “I cooked breakfast come and eat.”

My hand swayed over her ass. “I already ate.”

She giggled. “That was so fucking good. But I’d like it if you join me downstairs.”

I sighed. “All right.”

Chomping on a slice of bacon, I stood with Chelsea staring out the window at the thick fluffy snow sticking to the ground.

“The weather channel said we may get six inches of snow. We’ll be snowed in until Tuesday.”

I kissed her cheek. “Fine by me. No place I’d rather be than right here with you.”

Her finger swept over my nose. “Me either.”

Chelsea shook her head trying to shake off my spell. I chuckled inside.

“First, we need to talk to Rocco.” She tugged my hand until I was sitting at the counter next to her.

She placed the cell on the marble counter between us.

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