Page 73 of Stealing Chances

And in a way, I did.

I knew this. I knewher...

The way she continued sucking my cock before slowly releasing me because she refused to stop until she was ready. The way her body moved as she pushed to her feet and rid herself of the little shorts she was still wearing, all sensual swaying that was purely Scarlet and not at all for show.

Reach for me.

Just as the thought entered my mind, one of her hands stretched toward me as the other slid across her belly. The action somehow sensual and timid and so damn sexy.

“I know you,” I said as I pulled her onto my lap, bringing her back to where we’d begun.

Where she belonged.

With me. Pressed close to me.

Wonder and hope wove through the heat and desire in her eyes, and her eyebrows lifted when she asked, “Yeah? Tell me.”

“There’s nothing; I can’t explain it.” My head faintly shook. “I just know you.”

A ghost of a smile pulled at her mouth. “I see it when you look at me,” she whispered in understanding. “I feel it when you touch me.”

“Touch you how?” I asked as I dipped my free hand between her thighs, teasing where Scarlet was bare and slick and pulling a shuddering whimper from her.

“Oh God,” she breathed as she rocked against me. Her eyelids fluttering shut when I slid a finger inside her before moving back to her clit. “Oh God, like that.”

Pressing our joined hands to my chest, I laid her palm flat against the thunderous pounding there so she could feel exactly what this was doing to me as I spent my time touching and teasing her. Tracing just past where she was aching for my touch before finally focusing on her clit. Alternating between light, barely-there touches and giving her exactly what she needed until she was trembling.

Watching the way her lips parted and her chest’s movements deepened. Listening to the hitches in her breath and the hushed whimpers that pulled from her. Memorizing everything about her because I never wanted to forget any part of this.

When her body tightened above mine, I pressed two fingers inside her and crushed my mouth to hers. Swallowing her moan when I curled my fingers and hit that spot, sending her into an orgasm that had those tremors rolling through her body and her fingers digging into me in a simple but powerful claim.

“I need you,” she breathed through the kiss.

“Bed,” I agreed, repeating my earlier demand as I slowly removed my fingers and trailed them over her sensitive clit.

Her head shook as those tremors continued rocking her, and then she was kissing me. Deep and passionate as she situated herself over my length and began lowering onto me.

My eyes rolled back at the feel of her—

“Shit.” Tearing my mouth from hers, I hurried to still her hips and met her confused but satisfied gaze. “Bedroom,” I said through clenched teeth because it was taking everything to keep from moving. To keep from driving up into her and fucking her when she feltthat damn good. “At least to get a condom.”

Amusement bled from her on a breath as she leaned in to kiss me again. This time soft, almost teasing, as she shifted. Sinking a little lower on my cock and forcing a groan to rake up my throat.

My fingers flexed against her hips and her name left me on a warning as memories I could no longer trust ripped through my mind.

Because I had always been careful to a fault, not leaving anything to chance...except for one time. One weekend. And my entire life had changed because of it.

At least, from what I could remember. And as we’d been finding out, every one of my coma-induced memories was laced with truth from my life. It didn’t matter that I’d already planned on spending the rest of forever with the girl in my arms; I couldn’t take that chance with her.

Or maybe...maybe it was that, with something as impactful as this, I was afraid to trust my mind and the possibilities.

“I don’t know what you remember,” she began, her fingers skating up and weaving into my hair as she playfully bit at my lip, “but that isn’t us. You won’t find anything in our room because we’ve never used anything.”

My fingers curled tighter against her at the understanding and honesty in her voice and my eyes shut for a second as I fought against the urge to continue. To claim her when I already had her right there. Where she clearly belonged.

“And what happens when you get pregnant?” I asked before meeting her wide stare. “What happens when I go through it all again—the absolute fucking joy of finding out I’m going to be a dad and the appointments—only to wake up in a hospital to find out none of it was real?”

Her chest shook with the impact of her next exhale. “Chase.. .” Sorrow etched across her face as her forehead fell to mine, and then her hands were curling against my jaw and slanting my head just enough to kiss me.

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