Page 55 of The Convict Gets His Girl

He swallowed hard and pushed down his gut response. He couldn't love her; it was too soon and too dangerous. Instead, he dropped his towel and stepped forward.

ChapterTwenty

Jewel licked her lips as Chase stroked his cock and stepped to the edge of the bed.

"Is this what you want?" His voice was harsh, rough, as if he were already on edge, and it sent a thrill through her.

"Yes," she whispered.

"For how long?" he asked. She glanced up at his tone, surprised by the vulnerability, hurt, and… was that hope?

Her cheeks flushed. "Just for tonight. Is that alright?"

She didn't need or want a relationship right now, not when she was still dealing with trying to get Destini down here, not when she didn't even know who her father was.

Even though it wasn't just her body that craved this man. There was no denying he was a man now in every sense of the word. Her eyes drifted down his body, a solid wall that could hold her and keep her safe. The scars were a testament to his ability to fight and keep her safe. They were untold stories of survival, pain, and resilience that she wanted to trace with kisses.

Knowing that he must've gotten them in prison sent a protective streak through her like lightning. Combined with his tense shoulders and defiant expression, she melted at the realization that he thought she'd reject him again.

Not tonight.

He grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly, making the breath catch in her throat. "I can't deny you anything, my Jewel. You know that. If this is what you want, I'll give it to you for as long as you can take it."

She smirked and shifted onto her knees on the edge of the bed. "Oh, is that so? You think you know how much I can take?"

She drew closer until his dick was mere inches from her stomach and slid her hands up the side of his thighs to his waist as she stood. His body followed hers until they were facing each other. He hissed a breath, the heat between them crackling like electricity, raw and untamed. His hands came up to thread through her hair, not pulling, just holding and entwining with her curls in a silent promise of barely restrained control.

His dick bobbed in front of her, and she wrapped her fingers around him.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "Fucking hell."

"My, my, someone's missed me at least," she murmured, stroking slowly as his hands clenched at her hair involuntarily.

"Think you can handle me?" His voice was a low growl, dangerous and promising and matching his flashing eyes that searched hers.

She licked her lips and squeezed the tip, rubbing the pre-cum around it. "Try me."

In one swift motion, he tossed her on the bed. She landed on her hands and knees, and she gasped, the anticipation zipping through her and making her pussy weep for him. The bed creaked beneath them, a counterpoint to their ragged breathing. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin just hard enough to leave marks.

Chase leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "You have no idea what I've been wanting to do to you."

Her only response was a low moan that seemed to vibrate through them both.

His hands slid down her spine, each touch sending shivers across her skin. His rough and calloused fingers traced every curve. She arched her back, pushing into his touch, wanting more. He made her wait, exploring her back and cupping her ass with deliberate slowness.

She licked her lips. "What—what have you been wanting to do?"

His fingers traced the line between her cheeks, and she widened her knees, dipping her face to the bed with a moan as she offered herself up to him like a bitch in heat. Her breath caught as his fingers dipped between her legs.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, sliding two fingers inside her, the slowness making her push back against him in a need that had built too fast to end in anything but explosive combustion.

"This is what I've dreamed of. I've lain awake at night for years thinking about how responsive you are. Look at you, already grinding back on my hand, practically begging for it."

She fisted the blanket and turned her head to the side. "Is that what you want? You want me to beg?"

His fingers speared her again, her toes curling along with his fingers, making her tense and spasm as it built. He worked her slowly at first, building a rhythm that made her tremble.

He hummed, his voice casual but deep as he said, "Eh, couldn't hurt, I suppose. Why don't you try it and see what happens?"

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