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“It will. You’ve only known me for three weeks, Chance. There are things you don’t know about me and once you do, everything between us will change.”

He blows out a breath, shaking his head slowly as he looks down between us. Maybe my words have finally sunk in and he’s realizing that a relationship with me is a terrible idea. That’s probably for the best but, oh, God, does it hurt.

Just when I think he’s going to release me, his head snaps up and he pins me with his stare. My mouth pops open as I try to come up with anything to say to him and he swoops in, kissing me and shutting me up. He holds me close, once again pouring his feelings into his kiss and I’m done for. How could I possibly deny him anything now?

“Give this a shot, Princess,” he urges against my lips. “Nothing you could tell me will change the way I feel right now.”

I can’t force the agreement out of my mouth and yet, I can’t tell him no either, so I lean in and kiss him again.

Fake it ‘til you make it, right?

A soft groan rumbles up from his chest and one arm wraps around my waist, securing me to him as the other dives into my hair, holding the back of my head as we stumble and my back crashes into the fridge. The contents in the door rattle around but I can’t be bothered to stop. He’s pouring so much emotion into his kiss and my heart aches with tenderness as I pull him closer, securing him to me. I’ve never been kissed like this and you’d have to bring a wrecking ball through here to pry me away from him.

He slips his leg between my thighs and I gasp. Using my surprise to his advantage, he teases me with his tongue, running it along the roof of my mouth and my whole body trembles. His hand slips to my ass and he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, mentally willing him not to drop me as he turns and walks. He never once takes his focus away from our kiss as he passes through the swinging doors and I only have a moment to worry that someone might be out on the couches or playing pool before he sits me down on top of the bar and slips his hands up under my t-shirt.

His hands feel like feathers against my skin, slipping over my flesh and sending shivers racing through me in every direction before they drop straight between my thighs. His tongue tangles with mine, teasing me with the promise of a long night and tenderness between my legs in the morning. My pussy aches with need and I whimper as I fist his shirt and pull him closer, trying to rub against him. He lit a fire inside me and now he’s going to put it out. Releasing him, I reach down and grab the bottom of my shirt, ready to rip it over my head but he stops me.

“No one else gets to see you like this, gorgeous girl. Get upstairs,” he says after ripping his mouth from mine. He grabs my hips and lifts me off the bar before swatting my ass and gently pushing me toward the stairs. I’m not thinking anymore, my feet moving toward the staircase with determination. My body is strung tight and I’m not leaving here tonight until he’s relieved the ache.

Thankfully, it seems everyone else is still outside and as I race up the stairs, I can hear him stomping behind me, just as eager as I am to get somewhere private. When I reach the top of the stairs, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back into him, spinning me around so I’m facing him as he steals more kisses and pushes my back up against a wall. His rigid length presses into my belly and I roll my hips, moaning at the feel of him.

“It drives me crazy every time I’m away from you,” he whispers against my lips as we move again and I thread my fingers into his hair as I plunge my tongue into his mouth. He grips my hips hard and groans.

“I’ll never be able to promise to make it easy for you,” I reply and he lets out a laugh, his breath washing over me.

“That’s all right, Princess. I kind of like fighting with you.” He pushes me up against a door and one hand cradles the back of my head as he fumbles for the doorknob. When it opens, he guides me inside and shuts it behind him. The thud of the door shutting echoes through the room and he tries to lead me to the bed, but I push back on him, pressing his back to the door as I loosen his belt and unbutton his jeans. His hand slips up my back and unhooks my bra before pressing it firmly against my skin and I moan. I knew I had missed him, but I didn’t realize how much until this moment as everything in my world seems to right itself with his touch.

“Pants off,” I command, pointing to his jeans clad legs as I back away from him and he arches a brow.

“Little bossy tonight, are we?”

Taking a deliberate step toward him, I place my palm against his chest as I rock my hips against his. “If you take off your pants, there is a fairly good chance I’ll suck your cock. If that doesn’t interest you, then maybe I should just be going.”

“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you back, so I don’t care if I have to barricade the door to keep you here,” he growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. My gaze falls down to his hips for a moment before I meet his eyes again with a brow arched and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around me while he shoves his jeans down with the other before switching. When he finally gets them past his hips, his erection springs free and I grin as I start to sink to my knees, but he doesn’t let me go far, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me back up to kiss me again.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he cradles the back of my head and kisses me so softly, with so much love, that I’m moments away from bursting into tears in his arms. With each passing moment, saying yes to him seems less and less crazy even if it is still terrifying. I have to be losing my mind to think about really giving our relationship a shot but I am.

“As much as I love your sassy mouth, baby, tonight I want you under me,” he whispers in between kisses as he slowly leads me toward the bed. When the back of my knees hit the mattress, he pulls away just enough to spin me in his arms before he’s pulling me back into his body and wrapping his arms around me. His lips press against my neck and a breathy moan slips out of my mouth as I rub my ass on his cock. With a groan, he quickly unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down my legs as I kick my feet to help him. He moves to my shirt, pulling it over my head and when he wraps his arms around me again, his bare skin presses against mine.

“Mmm,” I hum, leaning back into him and reaching behind me to run my fingers through his hair. One arm wraps firmly around my waist while the other slowly trails down my belly to the apex of my thighs and my breath hitches as I wait for him to touch the spot where I really want him. I feel his smile against my neck as he skirts around my clit, teasing me until I’m whimpering in his arms. I jerk away from him, ready to spin around and take what I want from him when he pushes down on my shoulders until I’m bent over, bracing myself on the mattress with my hands.

“Shit, baby. You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he growls, grabbing one cheek before smacking it hard and I let out a soft cry. He sinks to his knees behind me, holding my hips so I can’t move away from him, as he leans in and sinks his teeth into my skin.

“Chance,” I beg, shifting from one leg to the other as my core throbs with need.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice is sugary sweet like he has no idea he’s killing me right now and I would stand up and walk out if I still had the ability, but I’m concerned that I’d take one step and crumple to the floor.

“Please,” I whisper even if it kills me to beg him. I have an intense love/hate relationship with the things he does to me because trusting him not to use it against me or hurt me is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

“Don’t you worry, sweetness. I’m going to take care of you.”

His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls me back to him before licking between my thighs and I moan loudly, arching my back to give him better access. Moving his hands to my ass, he grabs my cheeks and spreads them as he leans in again and teases my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I fist the sheets, sucking in desperate breaths as he drifts up, plunging his tongue inside me as he smacks my ass.

“Oh, God!” I scream, pushing back against his face and he groans, pulling away from me and standing. He grabs my hips again and lifts me up, tossing me onto the bed on my stomach before climbing on top of me. He pulls my ass into the air and I moan at how commanding he's being tonight. I’ve always remained in control of the relationships in my life but handing it over to him isn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be. In fact, I would even go as far as to say I trust him.

At the very least, I trust him as much as I can trust anyone. Before that night, I was naive and I trusted blindly. The thought never even crossed my mind that Austin would betray me until I was laying in a hospital bed with my world shattered around me. Now, no matter what, there is always a little voice in my head questioning the motives of those around me, wondering if I’m still the butt of everyone's joke. I miss the freedom of believing what people tell me instead of wondering what their intentions are.

The ripping of a foil packet pulls me back into the present and Chance’s gentle touch on my hip as he lines his cock up with my entrance sends warmth radiating from my chest. Maybe I haven't known him that long and maybe it’s a huge mistake, but I truly don’t think he would ever do anything to hurt me. When I’m not fighting him, his presence settles me and I think I’ve become addicted to it.