“Did I… do okay?” she asks, voice hoarse.
I haul her up onto my lap in one motion, crushing my mouth to hers. I can taste myself on her tongue and it makes me groan into the kiss.
“Baby,” I rasp against her lips, “that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. Hands down. You ruined me.”
She blushes, but her smile is bright and triumphant.
I’m still hard—impossibly, painfully hard again already. I flip us so she’s under me on the couch, blanket kicked to the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there.
“Need to be inside you,” I mutter, reaching between us to line myself up. She’s soaked—dripping from watching me lose it, from pleasing me. I sink in slow, one long, deep thrust until I’m buried to the hilt.
We both moan—loud, matching sounds of relief.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, starting to move. “Tight little pussy gripping me like you never want to let go.”
She arches, nails raking down my back. “Harder, Chase—please?—”
I give her what she wants. Deep, steady thrusts that rock the couch beneath us. Every stroke drags against that spot inside her that makes her gasp. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider, driving even deeper.
“Look at me,” I order. “Watch me fuck you. Watch how much you turn me on.”
Her eyes snap to mine, glassy and desperate. I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast circles.
“Come for me,” I rasp. “Come on my cock while I’m still shaking from your mouth. Let me feel it.”
She breaks almost instantly—crying out, clenching so tight around me I see stars. The pulse of her orgasm drags me rightover the edge again. I slam deep, coming hard inside her with a guttural groan, filling her until it’s leaking out around me.
We collapse together, sweaty, trembling, hearts hammering against each other.
I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth—soft now, reverent. “You’re incredible,” I whisper. “Every fucking part of you.”
She smiles against my neck, arms looping around me tight. “I love making you lose control,” she murmurs.
I laugh, low and wrecked. “Careful what you wish for, baby. Because you’ve got me completely gone.”
And I mean it.
She’s got me—body, mind, everything.
And I don’t want it any other way.
SEVENTEEN
FIONA
I wake up with a very specific, very inconvenient realization. I am in love with Chase Callahan. Not amaybe. Not athis is a crush and I will deny it with snacks. Not ahe’s hot and I’m stressed and my judgment is compromised.
Nope.
This is the full, cinematic, romcom-leveloh no, this man is itrealization.
It hits me while I’m staring at the ceiling in his cabin, listening to the quiet creak of wood and the distant sounds of Haven 7 waking up. Birds. Boots. Someone swearing creatively at a tree somewhere.
I turn my head and there he is, asleep on his back, one arm flung over his head like he just wrestled a bear in his dreams and won. His jaw is relaxed. His hair is doing that unfairly attractive messy thing. He looks… peaceful.
Which is rude, because I am having a life-altering emotional epiphany and he is justnapping.
I lie there for a minute, cataloging evidence like I’m building a case against my own heart.