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Chapter 50

Chase

I open the door and there she is.

She is holding her iPad and she looks so beautiful it makes my heart stop. Her hair is a cascade of copper and her smile, even though it’s tentative, is better than sunshine and—

“You better be naked under that trench coat.”

She laughs. “Mostly.”

“Jesus, Liv, you look good enough to—”

The animal half of me wants to kiss her stupid and get her out of her clothes as fast as possible. The other half of me wants to make this moment last forever. That half wins. I cup her head, feeling the smooth silk of her hair slip through my fingers. I touch her cheek—soft and smooth as satin—and I draw her close, slowly, slowly, slowly, until I can feel her breath against my lips. The burn of our chemistry works its way under both of our skins, and she sighs and slips closer so I can feel the length of her against me, all curves and softness, and holyshit,she feels so good. We both groan at the contact, and my cock hardens, fast, between us, and she presses herself close, closer, wiggling.

I step back, holding her at arm’s length.

“You’re here.”

“I woke up in the hotel in Boise. Checked out. Hit the road, started driving toward Denver. And I realized, I wasn’t getting any closer. I was getting farther away. Farther and farther. Each mile. Farther from Katie. Farther from you. Farther from—”

Tears spill down her cheeks.

“Farther from home.”

Her lower lip trembles as she says it, and I think she’s never looked stronger or braver or more beautiful.

I tug her inside and take the iPad out of her hands and shut the door behind her. Then I push her up against the door and kiss her, not able to get enough of the wet heat of her mouth or the taste of her or the slide of her tongue against mine. I open the coat and—

“Did you drive all the way from Boise in these?” I touch the peach lace of her barely-there bra and panties.

“Mmm-hmm.”

I kneel and taste her through the lace, salty and familiar, and I bite and lick, groaning into her sex and reaching up to cup her fucking amazing breasts and doing my damnedest not to come all over myself. I straighten up and pull the panties down. She’s grabbing for my belt and my jeans button and the zipper, pushing my clothes out of the way faster than I can, and when I’m bare she tries to wrap a hand around me but I push her out of the way because I’m that frantic for what I really want.

The first slide almost ruins me because she’s so wet and so tight and so hot, but I wrap a hand around the base of my cock and take a few deep breaths and find my second wind. I thrust into her over and over again. The angle is phenomenal, and watching her head loll back against the door, watching her eyes glaze, watching the heat rise in her face, takes me to the edge so fast that this time I can’t do anything to stop myself from going over. “Fuck!”

“It’s okay,” she says, and then at the end of the deepest of deep thrusts, “Oh, oh, me too, me too, me too, me too, Chaaaaaaase.”

When I can see and walk and all that stuff again, I pick her up and carry her into the living room, where I lay her gently on the couch.

“Welcome home,” I say.

Chapter 51

Liv

“I had some other things I meant to say before we had sex.” I wrap the trench coat around me, hugging myself. I don’t bother trying to put the panties back on. They were honestly pretty damp even before Chase licked me through them. Anticipation. I mean, not that I was sure how this would go. Iwasn’t.I was terrified. But I thought there was at least a decent chance that sex would happen, and I was more than ready. Plus the lace and the satin and the trench coat kind of did it for me. There was also my first sight of Chase in forty-eight hours, broad, cocky, amber-eyed, a little scruffy…

He raises his eyebrows. “Well, me too.”

“When I told you I didn’t think you could change, I realized I did exactly what your parents did. And Thea. I assumed I knew who you were and what you’d do in a certain situation, without giving you a chance to prove yourself.”

He opens his mouth, but I keep going, because I need him to know. “The truth is, I’ve never seen you be anything except exactly what I want. Honest and loyal and a terrific friend and an amazing father and—” I bite my lip.

“—seriously, seriously hot in bed,” he supplies, crossing his arms.

I smack him.

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