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She wasn’t sure how long they’d been standing there before she finally eased back, every nerve stretched tight, her heart thundering against the rush of emotions.
Chase didn’t speak, just dropped a kiss on her head as he palmed her cheek, softly brushing away some of her tears. He tilted his head, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time before giving her a hint of a smile. “Greer…”
The way he said her name undid her. Pulled her in. She yanked him closer, brushing her lips across his, needing something to anchor her — stop her from falling into that abyss. Losing herself like she’d done with Troy. He tensed for one agonizing moment, their mouths touching as everything froze, waiting for some kind of sign.
She tightened her hold, closed her eyes, and leaned in.
Chapter Fourteen
Lethal.
That was the only way to describe Greer’s current state. A mixture of gut-wrenching pain and unbridled anger. The kind that either ended in an all-out brawl or a tumble between the sheets. Opposite sides of the same coin.
Not that Chase had been unaffected. But for the first time since finding Rhett, he’d been able to see the situation through Greer’s eyes. How each new victim stole a bit more of her soul. Sucked more light from her eyes.
Her fists tightened around his shirt, tugging him that last quarter inch until his mouth crushed down over hers, his fingers slipping into her hair. She moaned, stepping into him as she slid her hands up and over his shoulders, locking them behind his head.
Chase held her close, backing them up until they hit a wall. He pressed her against it, used the position to ravage her mouth before kissing his way down her neck — nipping at her pulse point. Her breath hitched, her head tilting to one side before she grabbed his hoodie, yanked it over his head.
A flash of blue, then the hoodie hit the floor, puddling at his feet as he returned the favor — tossed hers somewhere off to their left. She paused for a moment, bottom lip snagged between her teeth, chest heaving before she launched into his arms — claimed his mouth.
He gathered her in his arms, then started moving, bouncing his way down the hallway, leaving a trail of scrubs. He kicked open his bedroom door, stepped inside, then turned and pinned her to the wall.
Greer didn’t give him a chance to breathe before she had his pants down around his ankles, his boxers hugging his knees. She palmed his chest, skimming her hands along his ribs, then over his shoulders. Looking as if she wanted to climb her way up his torso.
A tug of the drawstring at her waist and her pants dropped to the floor. A heap of blue against the brown hardwood. She’d forgone any underwear, nothing but soft, pale skin gleaming in the hint of moonlight spilling through the windows.
Her muscles jumped as he smoothed his hand over her hip and across her ribs, brushing the side of her breast then back along her jaw, burying his fingers in her mass of auburn hair. The silky strands tickled his palm, and he knew he could spend a lifetime staring down at her like this.
Eyes heavy lidded.
Skin flushed a light pink.
She shivered, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the river or his touch. If she was half as wrecked as he was.
A smile, then she wrapped one leg around his back, used his shoulders to lever up — rest her elbows next to his head. Just a rim of green visible, those gorgeous eyes searching his.
He scooped her up, hands positioned under her ass, his sheer size pinning her to the wall. She held his gaze, nostrils flaring, breath panting past his cheek before he settled between her thighs — slowly eased inside.
She inhaled as her head fell back, exposing the long, sleek line of her neck. He mouthed her skin, licking and tasting, pressing forward until he bottomed out. Her breath left her on a moan, his name whispering in the space between them.
Chase fisted her hair, kept her face level with his as he inched back, stopped just shy of slipping free. That razor’s edge between not enough and all-in. Greer tugged him closer, resting her forehead on his as he reclaimed every inch, the force jostling her against the wall.
“God, Chase.”
That set him off.
Had him starting up a punishing rhythm. In. Out. Faster. Deeper. Angling her hips until she started chanting his name. Scratching at his scalp as she anchored her fingers in his hair.
Her breathing kicked up, her heart pounding in sync with his as he hit that sweet spot — damn near finished on the spot.
She tensed, nails digging into his muscles, body shaking before her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a soundless scream. He kept moving, fighting the fire burning beneath his flesh. All the heat they’d been building over the past several months sparking to life. Dragging him under.
He lasted maybe three more minutes before the coil snapped, and everything went supernova. A blinding white light that left him gasping for air. His forehead resting against the wall, every ragged breath drawing in more of her.
Greer clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder, her arms locked around his neck. A few tremors shivered through her — he just wasn’t sure if it was from the hypothermia or the sex.
The thought lifted some of the euphoric haze — allowed him to take stock. How he hadn’t even fully stripped, his boxers still hanging at his knees, one leg of the scrubs wrapped around his ankle. He hadn’t even thought about protection, though, that didn’t worry him nearly as much as he would have imagined.
