And it’ll fail.
Because this is it, this is everything. This is being wanted. Desired. This is me giving up control because he asked for it. He didn’t demand it or expect it. He requested that I trust him.
I thought I told him no romance.
Grinning at the memory, I rock against him again. He lets me pick up the pace and gives me free rein to take control. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready to again fall over the edge for this complicated man.
He sucks in a breath and smashes the back of his head into the pillows.
“I’m going to come,” I say, the pressure inside me building.
“Good timing then. I’m trying to hold it back.”
I rise up and then press down, grinding on his cock. He gasps and drives his hips into me.
“I’m coming, Chase,” I groan as the flood of my orgasm breaks through my body.
“Me too.”
He grits his teeth as I ride out the waves of pleasure. Watching him come apart for me, under me, with me, is the biggest high I’ve ever felt.I have the power to make this man lose control.
It’s downright spectacular.
Once he’s emptied himself inside me and my orgasm has crashed, I roll off him.
“Hey,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you going?”
I smile. “Bathroom.”
He sits up and presses a quick kiss to my lips. Then he hops off the bed.
“Come on,” he says, going to the bathroom. “Let me give you a bath.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
He stops in the doorway and looks at me over his shoulder. His eyes shine. “I know I don’t. But I want to. Okay?”
I want to argue with him and tell him it’s unnecessary—that I can clean myself up. But the longer I look at him, the more I decide not to.
Let him take care of you, Megan. What can it hurt?
“Okay,” I say, climbing off the bed. When I reach the doorway, he takes my hand in his.
As I look up and into his eyes, I grin.
I know exactly what can get hurt—me. But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
CHAPTER 22
Megan
“It’s kind ofweird not having Gram and Pap around,” Kennedy says, sipping her butterscotch milkshake.
She sits across from me, next to Chase, inside Melvin’s, a little sandwich shop in Brickfield. They brought me to the town next to Peachwood Falls to get a pair of muck boots. Apparently, it’s a sin not to have good rubber boots in the country.
