Page 89 of Single Chance

My orgasm came on like a runaway truck out of nowhere, barreling over me, drawing sounds and words out of me that I had no control over. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the sheer ecstasy that overtook me.

“Fuck, Rowan,” he gritted out, arching higher, clinging tighter, thrusting harder a final time as he found his release.

With our bodies locked together, both of us momentarily wringing out every blissful second, it was as if there was a crack in the time continuum, and this moment was all that existed.

Several heartbeats later, our bodies went lax, and together we collapsed onto the bed, with me sprawling gracelessly on top of him. My heart pounded as I remembered how to breathe, and my body reluctantly eased back toward functioning.

I became aware of Chance’s arms wrapped tightly around me, as if he wouldn’t let me go. I melted into his body, breathed him in as my senses came online again.

“Are you doing okay?” he eventually whispered in my ear.

“Very okay,” I answered drowsily.

“No pain or anything?”

I kissed his rough jaw as I realized he was worried about the pregnancy. “Everything’s good. Pregnant people do that all the time.”

“I know.” He brushed my hair back. “Just making sure.”

As my body came down from stupendously good sex, I shivered.

“Cold?” Chance asked.

“Starting to be.”

He shifted and pulled the covers back, and I crawled under them.

“Be right back,” he said, then kissed me and went to the master bathroom. As sated and boneless as I felt, I made a point of watching him walk away so I could admire his naked body.

I growled lazily and said, “Ten.”

He paused at the door to the bathroom and turned back to me with a confused expression.

“That ass,” I said, too boneless to point. “Ten.”

He laughed as he closed the door between us.

I snuggled into the blankets, a dopey smile on my face, thinking it wasn’t just his backside. The whole man was a solid ten in my book.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chance

As I crawled into my bed, I shut down on the faint stirring of uneasiness. Instead I focused on the naked woman snuggling into me.

“Welcome back,” she whispered drowsily.

“Did you miss me?” I ran my hands over her warm, soft skin.

She took a couple of seconds to respond, as if she was about to fall asleep. “Tons. It’s cold out there.”

“Ah, so you just want me for my body heat,” I teased. “I see how you are.”

She ran a hand lazily up my chest, tucked her head into me, our legs tangling together. “Heat is nice,” she mumbled. “But it’s more because…” She went quiet, her breaths audible and even, and I thought she’d drifted off. “I love you, Chance.”

Everything in me tensed. Rowan’s breathing deepened. Her words had been a whisper, but I’d heard them clear as a bell.

My eyes popped wide-open, heart pounding. None of which she could discern even if she was partially awake. I didn’t move. Waited for my freak-out to pass.

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