Page 36 of Chasing Sarah

I’m nodding before I even register his sentence. This man could tell me we’re going to commit a murder tonight and I’d gladly tag along. That’s how muddled he’s made my brain.

We clear our throats, pulling Paige and Declan’s attention away from each other.

“We just called an Uber. We’re going to head out.” He slides out of the booth, and I follow.

“Will you be okay, P? Do you want to come with us, and we can drop you off at home?” Based on how close she’s sitting next to Declan and how relaxed she seems, despite her timidness, I’d guess she’s enjoying his company.

“I can take you home,” Declan whispers, leaning slightly toward Paige.

She tucks her chin into her chest. A tint of pink spreads over the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

“Alright, it’s settled. I’ll see you later, Declan. Bye, Paige.” Rhys wraps his hand around mine, but I remain unmoving.

I watch Paige for a moment, making sure she’s truly okay with her decision before I meet Declan’s eyes.

“I know your face, Declan. Iwillhurt you if something happens to Paige.” I narrow my eyes so he can see the promise of pain.

“I got her, Sarah. Rhys has my number. I can text him once I drop her off and he can let you know.” He barely contains the amusement in his voice.

I nod then blow a kiss to Paige before intertwining my fingers with Rhys’ and striding toward the exit.

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We’re ripping at each other’s clothes the second the door to his apartment bursts open. Using his foot, Rhys pushing it shut and it rattles the walls with a slam.

His mouth captures my moans. Our tongues dance together in a heated kiss.

We’re completely naked within seconds.

His rough, callused hands grip onto the back of my thighs and he hoists me up. My legs instinctually wrap around his waist. My core presses against the firm muscles of his abs, the warm of his skin sending a whole new level of heat through me.

He stalks down the hallway and into a bedroom. I yelp when he tosses me onto the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you bare, so I hope you’re on birth control. There is no fucking way I’m going without feeling your wet cunt squeezing my cock.”

“We’re good. We’re good. Just, please fuck me,” I breathe, pushing my hair away from my face so I can look up at him.

The urgency oozing from my voice is foreign. I’m never needy. I’m the one always in control. But fuck, this man is something else. My body buzzes with anticipation. Begging for him to take me as he wants.

He smirks and slowly strokes his cock.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

I feel my heartbeat thrumming in my core and my muscles involuntarily squeeze. He quickly grips my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

“Not before I taste what is mine,” he growls. The hunger in his voice is completely primal.

My knees are pressed against the mattress, leaving me completely exposed to him. My hips jerk when he blows air onto my wet folds. I yelp when a sharp slap meets my clit.

“Don’t move or I’ll have to tie you up,” he teases.

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