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“Don’t tease me and take this thing off.”
Chase’s stubble scratches at my skin as he whispers into my ear. “As you command.”
My pussy pulses at the words, just as his hips press into me, pinning me against the door. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so I can see him pull back slightly, his arms rising over his head and grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift movement before tossing it aside.
One brow quirks upward, a smug smirk flashing on his face. “Better?”
I graze my teeth over my lower lip. “Damn, that was hot.”
Gripping his neck, I pull him in for a kiss as my other arm roams his chest. His muscles ripple under my touch, his skin scorching as I explore his body. The valleys and ridges. The scars. I want to know all of it, memorize every line of him. Know his ticks and tells. Know what brings him pleasure.
“Rose…”
His low groan sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yes?” I tilt my head to the side, nuzzling against the side of his neck before pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat. His stubble scratches against my skin, and I know it will leave a mark. Just like those calloused fingers that are digging into my hips, but these kinds of marks I’ll welcome any day.
Chase curses softly as I pepper kisses down his neck and onto his chest, my tongue flicking over one flat nipple before I kiss one of the deeper, uneven scars on his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Hardly,” he scoffs.
Resting my palm against his chest, I pull him down to me and kiss him gently before I murmur against his left ear, so that he can hear me clearly. “I already told you, I’m not afraid of your scars, Chase.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHASE
Rose pulls back, her tongue flicking over her mouth as she watches me with so much tenderness it makes it hard to breathe.
Undoing.
She’s my fucking undoing.
Her fingers cradle my cheek, skimming over the scars. “I’ll never be afraid of something that brought you to me.”
Cursing under my breath, I grip her face in my palms and kiss her.
Walking backwards toward the staircase, my fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt and tug it over her head, and shortly after, her shorts follow.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back and take her in. The way the pale pink lace clings to the curve of her hips. Her full breasts spilling over the edge of her bra.
“You’re the beautiful one.” I slide my thumb over her lower lip. “Too fucking beautiful for somebody like me, but there is no way I can let you walk away now.”
I should.
God knows I should. She deserves somebody better than me. Somebody who isn’t as damaged, inside and out. And yet, the thought of Rose with another man makes me want to do unspeakable things to the faceless fellow.
Gentle fingers cup my face, drawing my attention to her, a small smile playing on her lips. “Is that a promise?”
There is something about the tone of her voice and the gleam shining in her blue irises that has my eyes narrowing at her. My mouth opens, but before I can say anything, she’s already spinning on her heels and going for the stairs. She looks over her shoulder, a big smile on her lips that has my heart kicking up in speed as I dash after her.
My fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her to me, just as she’s about to climb the stairs. The sudden movement makes her lose balance, but I catch her before she can hit the floor, still laughing.
“You actually came after me.”
I shake my head. “Fucking hell,sweetheart.”
“You could have at least pretended to give me a head start, you know?”
