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“That might take a while,” I breathe.

His smirk is wolfish, showing teeth and wicked intentions. “It’s a good thing we have the rest of our lives together.”

Desire smashes into me and I sway slightly. There’s a pit of heat in my lower belly, spreading quickly to consume me. All I can do is nod.

This experience needs to be unforgettable. Whether or not I’m still guarding my heart, it’s extremely important to me that this is good for him. A new swarm of nerves turns my stomach into a buzzing hive. It’s extremely important that this is good for him. The expectations weigh on my shoulders along with the thin straps holding my dress up.

After knocking back the entire glass of champagne, Chance realizes the minimal effort it will take to get me naked. His fingers don’t hesitate to slip under the strings on both sides. The flowy material lowers until it pools around my waist. He follows the stripped motion with two bent knuckles, trailing from my collarbone to my breasts. Lust pulses hotter inside me when he plucks at my nipples. I gasp and thrust my chest forward, encouraging him to repeat the stimulation.

Once I’m flushed and squirming, Chance continues his tour. His gentle caress reaches my left arm, drifting over my scars. He watches my calm reaction as I allow him to explore. Nobody else gets me like this. My marred skin usually stings if someone gets too close, as if I’m anticipating more pain. But with Chance, all I feel is relief. It’s a warm, pleasant sensation that fills me with comfort.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

I bite my lower lip as another molten wave of need pummels me. “You make me feel it.”

The longing in his eyes flickers into green flames. “I want you to feel everything.”

And then Chance is tugging at the bunched fabric of my dress. I set my drink aside and lift my hips to help him remove it. His rapt attention follows the cotton slipping down my legs. A quick kick ditches my sandals. Only a lace thong conceals what little of me hasn’t been revealed.

He steps back to admire the view. I rest my palms flat on the metal floor behind me, granting him permission to peruse. The large bulge in his jeans appears to grow. A wet spot from the tip has soaked through.

“That must be uncomfortable,” I observe.

“Extremely.” Which creates a chain reaction.

Chance unbuckles his belt, rips at the button and fly of his Wranglers, toes off his boots, and ditches the denim in a downward sweep. When he straightens, his arm reaches back to grip the collar of his tee and wrench it over his head. A tight pair of boxer briefs keep his cock under wraps.

Air whistles out from between my teeth. I’ve seen Chance without a shirt on countless occasions, but that was before he became this beefy grown man. This is also the first time he’s on display for me to openly gawk over. The crappy lighting in my trailer didn’t do him justice.

Sunshine and strength bathe his sculpted physique. My eyes aren’t sure where to begin ogling. There’s a small thatch of dark hair between his pecs that lures me in. I comb my nails through the short strands as if grooming him. From there, my palm roams across the solid bulk of his chest, shoulders, and arms. My fingers cut a path along his side, steering straight for the ridges cutting across his torso.

Chance’s abdomen is a two-by-four palette of defined blocks. It’s a work of art. I trace the squares carefully, feeling like I’m in a trance. He flexes—solely for my benefit—and I’m sure steam is spouting from my ears. My horny hormones shove my captivation lower.

That’s where the wide end of a triangular mold is chiseled between his hips, narrowing to a point that remains tucked into his boxers.

Drool puddles on my tongue. He’s the ultimate description of a rugged cowboy fantasy. Except he’s very real, and mine for the—

“Gem?”

“Hmm?” My focus is still riveted to the alluring shape arrowing down to his dick.

His fingers lift my chin until our gazes collide. “I told you to get on the bed.”

“Oh!” I immediately start scooting backward. “You got it. Here I go!”

He chuckles while climbing up after me. “Should’ve taken my clothes off for you months ago.”

My movements are rushed and uncoordinated while I get situated as requested. “Uh-huh, yup. I totally agree.”

Chance kneels at the end of the mattress, giving me a full-frontal shot of how his erection strains the fabric of his briefs. I almost topple sideways while attempting to recline against the mountain of pillows. It’s ridiculous that I can’t take my eyes off him. He uses my fascination to his advantage, bending slowly and crawling over my bottom half.

Tremors ripple through me as I picture his next move. He kisses along the scars on my left leg. His tongue sneaks out, licking across the length of an especially puckered mark. A tender nuzzle from his scruffy jaw follows. I whimper at the sight of him taking special care of the ruined skin.

Chance’s gaze finds mine, checking to make sure I’m okay with his consideration. He has nothing to worry about. I’m just a mindless simp at this point.

Which only gets worse when he bites the elastic band of my underwear. “I want to eat your pussy.”

“O-okay,” I croak.