Page 113 of The Convict Gets His Girl

"Jesus," she muttered, her fingers tracing the fresh bruises blooming across his torso. "You're going to be sore for weeks."

Chase winced, both from pain and her touch. "Worth it," he mumbled. "Finally got the truth out. I—I didn't kill her. Did you hear him? It wasn't me."

He swayed and Jewel slid closer, her breath catching as she held him. "I heard. But you could have been killed."

He shoved the pants down. She sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her, bloody and bruised, but the way she looked at him made him feel like he could take on the world.

He tucked a curl behind her ear and smiled, trying to reassure her fears. "Doubtful. I've been in much worse fights and survived."

She frowned and stepped to the side, pulling back the covers. He grabbed her arm and ran his fingers up across her shoulders and down her collarbone. She paused, watching him as her eyes dilated with desire. He didn't look away from her as he dipped a finger down the v of her cleavage.

Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession and goosebumps broke out over her skin. Then he grabbed the zipper between her breasts and tugged it slowly down.

She licked her lips, both of them waiting on the edge as each slow zip echoed overly loud in the room, drawing them closer to this desperate hunger that flamed higher and higher between them. She made him hunger for so much more than what he'd thought his life would be. He never thought he'd have a woman to love, a daughter, a house, a job he loved.

What had started as a bid for mutual comfort had quickly turned to so much more for him. The only thing holding him back from admitting his feelings was the fear that she would reject him and run away yet again.

So instead, he said nothing. He fought the words that bubbled up, and when the zipper unhooked, he pushed the dress over her shoulders. It pooled at their feet, forgotten.

He stepped back, raking his gaze up and down, just taking in the glory that was this woman who had deigned to give him this small sliver of her time and attention. He was humbled, awed, so over-the-fucking-moon in love with her that he didn't know what to do with her sometimes.

But tonight… his entire world had been rocked by Andre's revelation, and he wanted more. His nerves were shot, his body hovered in the haze of pain, and he just wanted to bury himself in this jewel of the world.

She reached behind her and popped her bra, sliding it down her arms and dropping it to the floor.

Her face shifted to vulnerability as she licked her lips and said, "I—I need reminded that you're alright, that you're here and alive and?—"

His mouth watered, and the words burst forth as he grabbed his cock.

"I'm not going anywhere. Like I would ever willingly leave you for a second."

He let the words linger between them, the truth of his words sending a frisson of alarm through him that it was too much and would send her running.

"Just look at you, my Jewel. Standing there in a thong and black heels. You are more exquisite every time I see you."

Her eyes widened and her nipples pebbled. Still, he didn't touch her, just lazily stroked himself. He needed her to make the first move, show that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He might not say the words, but he wanted to see how much she needed him. As if reading his mind, her hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts.

"Is this what you like?" she asked, rolling her nipples.

His mouth went dry, and the swell of her breasts, the way she gasped at her own touch, made him question the sanity of his own plan.

"Fuck yes, just like that, my Jewel. Get on your hands and knees on the bed. When I touch you, I'm not going to last long."

The way her pulse jumped at her throat and her breath caught told him she liked that idea. So did the way she scrambled onto the bed, shaking her round ass at him like a red flag in front of a bull.

He eased onto the bed behind her, sliding his hands up her thighs and caressing the already dripping slit. Slowly, he eased the thong down to her knees and bent his head.

He lapped at her sweet, tangy pussy, spreading her cheeks wide. "Fuck, Jewel, you taste like heaven, like ambrosia and nectar, and life itself."

Slowly he curled two fingers inside, making her back arch and her head toss, curls going wild. "Oh God, Chase, yes. Make me feel good."

He didn't wait, couldn't wait, not with everything that had happened tonight piling on. He replaced his fingers with his dick and slid inside one slow inch at a time.

She squeezed him so tight, he saw stars behind his eyelids. "Fuck, you're so tight."

She squeezed him again at the words, and he gripped her hips, holding himself as deep as he could go. "You're such a good girl, taking this dick so deep."

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