Page 94 of The Convict Gets His Girl

When he finished, Chase pulled her up onto the couch, positioning her so she straddled his lap. His hands traced her back, warm and firm, creating a sense of safety she hadn't realized she craved. No words were spoken—none were needed.

The cabin's silence enveloped them, broken only by their synchronized breathing. Chase's fingers traced small circles on her lower back, a gesture both soothing and possessive.

"Thank you," he said softly, hugging her close and gripping her ass as he stood. She gasped, holding her arms around his shoulders.

"Hold on, my Jewel. It's your turn." He strode the few feet to the bed and laid her gently on her back, knees hanging down the side.

She sat up on her elbows. "This isn't a tit for tat situation, Chase. You needed a distraction and release, and I wanted to help."

His hands traced down her collar bone between her breasts. Gentle but firm, he traced her curves with a reverence that made her breath catch. No longer urgent or predatory, his touch was healing—both for him and for her.

"I know," he said softly, his hands kneading her breasts in such a way that made her eyes flutter. "But to move forward into the future, I want to practice something, so you'll just have to bear with me."

She frowned, her eyes opening as his hands trailed down her stomach, and he sank to his knees. He gently spread her knees, and her eyes fluttered at his breath on her clit.

"Oh." She sighed.

Chase's fingers traced her inner thighs, his touch deliberate and tender, mimicking her movements from before. His fingers were inches from where she most wanted them, close enough to feel their heat but not their touch. Her hips rolled as if they had a mind of their own.

His fingertips finally made contact, sliding up her inner thigh with excruciating slowness. Each touch felt like a question, each caress a conversation they weren't having with words. When he finally traced his fingers up her pussy to her clit, she gasped at the sensation.

He circled it slowly, deliberately, and she rolled her hips to the rhythm of their primal dance, a hum in the back of her throat as her eyes closed. The pressure built, slowly and steadily until she was on the edge.

Then he backed off, his fingers falling to her thighs and spreading her wider. Her hips sank to the bed as she gritted her teeth, but before she could say anything, his tongue flicked her clit and dipped lower, tracing her entrance. She whimpered, hips lifting involuntarily as he pressed a finger inside her, curling just so, as his tongue found her clit, a delicate flick that sent electricity racing through her nerves.

She gasped, her hands finding her breasts and pinching her nipples.

He hummed against her pussy. "Hmm, yes, play with yourself, my Jewel. Show me what you like."

Then his mouth set up a pulsing rhythm with every suck of his mouth and flick of his tongue. It kept pace with the fingers inside her, and her muscles clenched with anticipation.

Her back arched, hips lifting involuntarily. Chase's firm hand settled on her stomach and held her in place, preventing her from moving too quickly. The waves grew higher and higher, and her body coiled tighter. She hooked her ankles around his back, pressing him closer with her heels as she moaned.

"God, yes, yes, right there."

She rolled her nipples as her eyes rolled back into her head. Everything was too hot, her body, her mind, her heart burned for him until her back arched and her toes dug into him, pressing him closer as she yelled.

Her entire body vibrated as he hummed, tumbling over the edge, every nerve tensing and quivering as the lava streaked through her very soul.

ChapterThirty-Five

When her trembling subsided, Chase lifted his head and gazed up at her. His eyes were soft, no longer haunted but filled with a quiet tenderness that made her heart ache. She wondered—perhaps for the first time since they were teenagers—what it'd be like to be with him every day.

The thought scared her, and she released her legs' grip on his back. He wiped a hand down his chin as he grinned. "How was it? Alright?"

He gently pulled the blankets back as she crawled under with the last of her strength. Sighing, he pulled the blanket up over her, his touch tender and reverent as he smoothed the fabric across her body, pausing at her breasts.

She arched into his hands and licked her lips, swallowing to push past the cotton mouth. "Yes, it was fine."

His brows rose. "Fine? Woman, you screamed loud enough to break a window."

She laughed, grabbing his wrist as he began to pull away and tossing the covers back. "I'm joking. I rarely come from oral alone, so if that tells you anything about your skills…"

His eyes narrowed, but he didn't ask questions about her previous partners. Instead, he just crawled up behind her, pulling the blankets over their naked bodies.

The cabin's amber light had shifted, turning more golden as afternoon melted into early evening.

Jewel nestled into the curve of his arm, her head resting on his chest. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, strong and sure. Chase's hand rested on her hip, his thumb making small circular motions—grounding, reconnecting until his breathing steadied and his hand went limp.

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