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  My lips are sensitive and swollen from being bruised by him, but this kiss is slow, saying what neither of us can say to each other: “I need you. I’m here. Don’t hurt me.”

  Lowering me slowly against the wall, my legs are like Jell-O, and I have a hard time standing. We both laugh while I lean on him for balance.

  “Come on, Princess. We need to hurry and actually shower before we run out of hot water. We aren’t hooked up to the lodge’s never-ending water heater.”

  I smack his hands away from my breasts. “You’re the one that keeps getting me dirty.” I grab for the shower gel.

  He takes the gel from me and grabs the loofah. “Let me wash you.”

  The way his hands caress me, soaping me up, has my heart beating fast in a whole different way. He gently makes sure every inch of my body is clean, sneaking kisses whenever he wants. It’s the tender side of him that breaks down the walls I put up to try to keep him out. Not only that... I feel he has started to rebuild things I didn’t even know needed rebuilding.

  “No one has ever washed me before,” I tell him when he gets on his knees to wash my legs.

  His radiant smile beams up at me. “Good. That means no one has worshipped you and your body like I’m going to.”

  When he finishes with my legs, he stands to his full height and towers over me, gathering me in his arms and kissing me like he just got back from war.

  I wonder if this feeling of butterflies will ever go away when I’m with him.

  I want to return the attention he gave my body and wash him too. When I make to grab for the loofah, he stops me. “I won’t be able to control myself if you touch me.” His voice is unsteady.

  He glances down and my eyes follow to see his cock is once again hard. I didn’t know men could come as many times as he has and still want more. My inner muscles are sore from being used like they never have before, and yet seeing him aroused makes me want him again.

  I watch him finish in the shower quickly before shutting the water off and reaching for a fluffy towel. He makes me laugh as he dries my body, murmuring inappropriate phrases to my breasts and ass. When he dries himself, I’m surprised he doesn’t set the towel on fire he does it so quickly. He looks ridiculously cute with his mussed-up hair and skin red from the hot water.

  “I should probably feed you. I’m sure you’re going to need something to get your energy back.” His dark eyes are suggesting far more than he is saying.

  I roll my eyes at his assumption as we return to the bedroom. I hold up my cold, damp clothing. “Do you have a shirt I can wear so these can dry a little?”

  He opens a drawer and throws me one of his plain white tees, while he also slips on a black pair of boxer briefs that hug his ass in the most delicious way.

  I’m finishing tying my hair in a bun when I notice his eyes hungrily taking in my barely put-together appearance. His shirt hangs just below my ass cheeks covering all the essential parts. “What?”

  “It’s going to sound cheesy as hell... but you in my shirt—” He places his hand over his chest, the next part coming out softer. “It’s making this beat so fast.”

  I step over to him and place my hand over his to feel his heart beat, my own beating just as fast. I’m in his arms the next second, our lips wild and out of control, seeking one another. Every part of my body is extra sensitive from his attention.

  He tears his lips from mine, trying to catch his breath. “Sorry.”

  I comb his hair back with my fingers. “Sorry for the kiss? Sorry for the way your hands are digging into my ass cheeks? Or sorry you haven’t fed me yet?” I tease.

  Leaning his forehead to mine, he chuckles. “I’m only sorry for not feeding you.” He sets me down, giving my ass a hearty smack, and walks to the kitchen.

  After feeding Holly some eggs and toast, I start a fire in the fireplace, then pull her between my legs so we can both watch the flames licking the wood. With her in my arms wearing nothing but my shirt, we spend the evening talking about nothing and everything.

  I’ve never seen her laugh so much. I haven’t been this happy in a long time either. With us together like this, it feels like time stands still. Knowing her happiness is due to what is happening between us makes me crave to be the reason why.

  She resisted me in the beginning, but now that we’re here, I never want to let her go.

  The thought of a future with her makes my pulse quicken. I’ve had someone ripped away from me; I know the pain it can cause. It’s the reason I kept to myself this long.

  It’s taken me over two years to let someone in. Linda snuck her way in, but I never had a choice from the moment Holly stumbled into my life.

  “Were you in sports in high school?” Holly’s question breaks though my thoughts. “Wait, let me guess... football?” She twists around to face me.

  I can’t keep my hands off her, constantly running them down her arms, sneaking under the shirt barely covering her ass, placing kisses along her neck and shoulder. I have no restraint now I can touch her freely.

  I smile at my high school sport memories. “I know I’m kind of a giant now, but you’d be surprised to know I was a late bloomer. I had a bit of a growth spurt my senior year, but it was several years later before I filled out to be this guy. My brother, Jacob, on the other hand, went through puberty our junior year. He was the big sports guy. Quarterback for the football team, basketball pointer. I could keep up in basketball but was benched most of the time in football.” Sitting up, I give her my best smug look. “You will be proud to know your man was an all-star track runner.”

  She laughs, and it pushes the smugness off my face. I catch her hand and nip at her palm, kissing it. My eyes never tire of seeing her throw her head back laughing over something. The way the light of the fire dances on her skin, I already know this is something I can get used to.

  She shakes her head at me. “My man? Who’s that?”

  I pull her tight to me, growling in her ear. “Me. From this point on, I’m yours.”

  She stills in my arms for a moment. My stomach clenches. I hope I didn’t say too much?

  Before I can add to my comment, she turns to face me on all fours, sitting back on her heels. She reaches out with her fingers, touching my forehead, letting them trace my eyebrows, my nose, lingering on my lips.

  I kiss her fingers. “What are you thinking?” I say softly, desperate to know what’s going on in her mind. Earlier when I found her car in the ditch, every possibility of her being hurt ran through my mind. The moment she was in my arms and I knew she was safe... that was the moment I realized the depth of my feelings for her. The way she is looking at me now has my stomach in knots.

  “I’m wondering if you’re for real. The things you say to me... no one has ever said to me before.”

  She is holding back—there’s more. Pulling her toward me, I force her to straddle my legs so I can wrap my arms around her. “Princess, I’ve never lied to you about anything.”

  “I’m so screwed with you,” she breathes out as she connects our lips, pulling hard on my hair.

  “I want to be your everything. I want to show you all the things no one ever has. You bring out something in me I’ve never felt before,” I whisper in between kisses.

  She looks into my eyes. “You make me feel things I told myself I didn’t want to feel.”

  “Are they good feelings?”

  She runs her fingers through my hair, nibbling on her bottom lip as she thinks. I can’t hold back from kissing her.

  She pulls back to rest her forehead on mine. “Most of the time they are. They also scare me for how quick I’m feeling them.”

  “They scare me too, but anytime I’m away from you, my thoughts are always drifting to you. When I’ll get to see you again. Talk to you.”

  Blowing out a breath, she replies, “Me too.”

  I’m scared he can feel my heart racing right now. That he can see my insecurities.

  Being in his arms and having him loo
k at me this way, the way we both have opened up to one another... I need to tell him what earlier was about. What really brought me to the ranch. What I could be facing.

  I’m scared once I open up about my past relationship he won’t look at me with the same intensity. He won’t hold me and open up this way.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?” he asks, grazing kisses along my jaw.

  The way he makes me feel is distracting; it’s easy to lose myself in the sensations. I run my fingers through his hair, loving the thickness of his waves. I want to keep this moment bottled up. How perfect it all feels right now. How perfect he makes me feel.

  “I’m thinking about a lot of things.”

  “Will you tell me?” He must sense my hesitation because he follows his question with “When you’re ready, will you tell me?”

  Smiling, I press my lips to his, needing to feel them. “When I’m ready I’ll tell you. I promise.”

  He slides his hands up my back and holds me against him. We stay wrapped together for a few minutes as though we both know how lucky we are to be with each other.

  “Tell me another story about you and Alexis. I like hearing about the pageants your grandma Kelly entered you in.”

  I laugh and snuggle down into his embrace, sharing some of our embarrassing moments, glad the subject we’re talking about isn’t quite so heavy.

  Sometime later, I feel him lifting me. I must have fallen asleep. “I should go back up to the main house.”

  He grunts. “Like hell I’m letting you out of my arms tonight. I’m not ready to let you go.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling. “Would you follow me to my pink room?”

  He lays me down, spooning in behind me. “You’re damn right I would.”

  His hand sneaks up the shirt I’m wearing and cups my bare breast. He fits next to me like he was made to. He mumbles in my hair, “I don’t want to let you go.”

  I thread my fingers with the one holding me. “I don’t want you to either.”

  Small kisses making their way down my body stir me from my sleep.

  When my legs are spread open, I open my eyes, still confused where I am. It takes my brain a minute to sort out. It’s when I feel a kiss on my pubic bone that everything comes back to me, along with all the delicious aches my body isn’t accustomed to... well, it’s never felt like this after a night of sex. Mostly because I’ve never had a night of sex before.

  Rolling over with less grace than I was going for, my knee connects with Chase, who was starting to slide his hands between my thighs.

  “Ow!” he grunts out.

  “Sorry.” Crap, not very sexy of me our first morning together. I search for a clock.

  “What time is it?”

  Growling from under the covers, Chase crawls up my body, emerging with ruffled hair sticking up in every direction and a scowl on his face. “I thought it was time to make love to you again, not get kicked in the head.”

  Nipping at my shoulder, he makes his morning wood known by nudging my leg with it.

  His frustrated expression makes me giggle, and I only laugh more when he nudges me again with it.

  “You’re too cute in the morning.”

  Puzzled, he says, “Cute? You mean extremely hot, irresponsible, and horny?”

  “Yes, that you are, but I don’t have time. I need to go help Linda and get those damn eggs,” I say more to convince myself to get going.

  He glances at the clock for a fraction of a second before laying me on my back and spreading my legs. “I’ve woken every morning with my cock hard after dreaming about you. I’m not about to let you out of my bed till I have fulfilled my fantasy of you.”

  “And what is your fantasy?” I ask, amused at his insatiable sexual appetite.

  Lining his cock up with my entrance, he thrusts slowly into me, and I cry out in pleasure. “Ahhh!”

  “Having you scream my name,” he grunts, pushing fully into me.

  My hips are in agreement, rising off the bed to meet him. I’ve dreamed of this for just as long. Sounds of our lovemaking soon fill the room as we both race for our climax.

  He hits me deep with every thrust right where I need him to. “More,” I pant.

  Grabbing one of my legs, he rests it on his shoulder, hitting me deeper than before while he looks down on me.

  “You look fucking hot with me inside you,” he says, straining to maintain his rhythm.

  My orgasm is building, so close to tipping over. I can’t help myself from reaching up to his beautiful face. “Mine.”

  “Shit.” His eyes roll in his head as he starts coming inside me, triggering my own orgasm. His thrusts slow as he hovers above me. Every stroke prolongs my orgasm, making him quiver every time I pulse around him.

  His eyes are closed when he hoarsely says, “Say it again.”

  I was lost in our blissful moment, not knowing what I said.

  Lowering his forehead to mine, he repeats, “Say it again, Princess.”

  My chest tightens at the sound of his voice filled with emotion. My own voice breaks slightly while I try to contain my own emotions that snuck up on me. “Mine. You’re mine, Chase.”

  A smirk plays at the corner of his lips. “Damn right,” he says before pressing his lips to mine.

  It’s not a fast, frantic kiss, but a slow-burning, wanting kiss. He strokes my face, sighing when he pulls away. I feel more between us than lust. Truthfully, it feels more than anything I’ve experienced in my life. The “more” part scares me.

  I already lost everything before. Am I willing to open up to him this way and be prepared to lose it again?

  I think I already did.

  “I have to stop before I try talking you into staying in bed with me all day,” he says, pulling out of me.

  I feel empty without him. I want him to talk me into staying with him all day. When did I become so needy?

  All the emotions filling me this morning are becoming overwhelming. I need time to think. Away from him. I can’t be falling for him this quickly.

  “I’m going to be a mess when Linda sees me, thanks to you.”

  “I’m not even a little sorry,” he says, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

  I follow him shortly after and interrupt him brushing his teeth. “I have to use the toilet.”

  He gestures to the toilet and stands there watching me in the mirror.

  He thinks I’m going to pee in front of him? I don’t think so.

  I stand next to the door, waiting for him to leave, and he stubbornly leans on the vanity and continues to brush his teeth.

  I tap my foot to distract myself from the need to relieve my bladder. “Chase, I am not going to pee in front of you.”

  He spits. “Why not?”

  “I can’t—that’s too private.” What if I make noises? He doesn’t need to hear them if I do.

  “Princess, we’ve done a whole lot of private things together.”

  “That’s not going to be one of them.” My patience is running thin.

  He finishes brushing his teeth, walks over to the toilet, lifts the lid, and starts to pee. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I want to look away, yet I can’t take my eyes off his ass and the sick need to watch. See this is why you don’t do this in front of each other. Ever.

  Knowing I’m watching, he glances over his shoulder. I’ve never watched a guy pee before—it’s kind of hot, kind of not. My eyes are so glued to the muscles in his ass I miss the shake, or whatever it is they do.

  He flushes, then washes his hands and grins at me on his way out of the bathroom, smacking my ass as he closes the door behind him. Before I can take two steps toward the toilet, my reflection catches me off guard.

  I don’t have “I got fucked” hair; I have “Holy shit! Best sex ever!” hair. Not only is my hair a mess, I have hickeys on my breasts, and one is a little higher... That may be a problem.


  Damn him.

  Finishing up in the bathroom after using his toothbrush and trying to tame my hair, I walk back in the bedroom to find he’s gathered my clothes we washed the night before and also made me a cup of coffee. His thoughtfulness isn’t lost on me.

  Wait. Coffee? He has a coffeepot here? He always comes up the main house in the morning to get a cup.

  As I’m dressing, he walks back in dressed in his familiar tight white tee and jeans. Now that I know what’s beneath the layers, I envision him naked.

  His smile lights up when he looks at me. “I don’t know how many times I came last night, let alone how many times you did, but seeing your tits stretching your shirt, my dick wants you again.”

  Glancing at the front of his pants, I see the now-familiar tent in his pants. My skin warms thinking of him touching me again.

  “Fuck, Princess, now they’re saluting me.” He reaches out to run his thumb over the material where one of my nipples is obviously showing.

  No matter if I am enjoying the electricity his touch causes, I shove him away from me playfully. “We don’t have time for this... again. I’m going to get in trouble as it is. And look at all these damn hickeys. Who leaves hickeys anymore?”

  “Oops.” He shrugs with a smile that says he’s not sorry.

  “You’re such a pig,” I say while fisting the hem of his shirt. It’s so hard to let him go.

  He chuckles. “I am. And I’m your pig,” he says, adjusting his cock in his pants. “Now hurry up. You can bring your coffee with you. I need to get the chores done before grabbing one of the boys to help get your car out of the ditch.”

  My eyes go wide. It feels like a lifetime since I was sitting in the ditch. So much has happened in a short time. The suffocation I felt yesterday while talking with Linda had overtaken my emotions when I slid into the ditch.

  “I completely forgot about my car. Do you think it’s okay?”

  I want to tell him so much more. Last night we talked about so many things, but neither of us wanted to talk about our heavy feelings that ditch had brought out in us. Now we don’t have time to talk about it.