Page 61 of Hidden Attraction

With shaking hands, he managed the condom. Claiming her mouth again, he delivered heated kisses with deep passes of his tongue.

When he pushed inside her, it felt like…

Like coming home.

She cried out, biting her lip to stifle the sound, and he kissed her again, swallowing her whimpers, giving her his own broken noises in return.

The rhythm between them was frantic, urgent. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, her body meeting every thrust with a desperate need that matched his own.

Chase slid a hand down between them, finding the spot that made her shudder and cry his name against his mouth. He felt her start to come apart around him, and he followed seconds later, burying his face in the curve of her neck and holding on like she was the only real thing in the world.

Their bodies sagged against each other, boneless and shaking.

Chase pressed soft, reverent kisses along her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. Anything he could reach. Trying to memorize her. Commit every inch of her to memory.

Because this wasn’t forever.

It could never be.

Slowly, gently, he withdrew from her, rolling to the side and bringing her against his body. She laughed quietly, breathless, and rested her forehead against his chest again.

They lay there, tangled together, surrounded by the dust motes swirling in the sunlight peeking through the cracks of the shutters.

The shabby little bungalow that had been their hideout for days—the cracked walls, the meager sofa, the single sad bed with its worn mattress—suddenly felt like a haven.

Chase looked around, a dull ache spreading in his chest.

He hated the thought of leaving it behind.

Not because he’d miss the noise of the city or the rust-stained sink that never quite turned off.

But because here, in this broken-down place, he hadher.

He had stolen time—moments he wasn’t supposed to get.

And when they walked out later tonight night, they wouldn’t be able to come back. Not to this. Not tothem.

Alyssa lifted her head and met his eyes, something profound and aching shining there.

“We made good memories here,” she said, her voice soft and bittersweet, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’ll never forget them.”

She squeezed him back, fiercely.

No promises. No lies.

Just this.

Just them.

For one more night.

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Alyssa’s body hadn’t stopped humming from the amazing, emotion-fueled sex she and Julian just shared. She rested on her side, studying the hardened SEAL.

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