I smoothed my hands up and down his shoulders, giving him time to compose himself. After a few seconds, he pulled out partway and thrust back into me, nudging the perfect spot only he’d ever found. A strong dose of pleasure shut my brain down completely. All that existed was this moment. His body in mine, us together.

The pressure in my core started to build immediately, turning everything a little hazy. I matched his movements, the two of us falling into a perfect rhythm.

“I could do this all day.” Chase rocked against me again, deeper, pulling a soft moan from my lips. “Especially when you make sounds like that.”

With his next thrust, pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and sank my teeth into my bottom lip, giving in to the sensation. He stilled again, and I forced my lids to flutter open, finding him studying my face, dark brown eyes serious.

“Are you mine, James?”

My chest tightened, and the deluge of feelings that hit me had nothing to do with sex.

“Completely,” I said. “Are you mine?” I cupped his square jaw.

He leaned against my hand, his expression softening, the tenderness only I got to see shining in his eyes. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“You’re going to be stuck with me for a long time, then.”

I let out a gasp as he flexed his hips, sending off another surge of pleasure.

“That’s the idea.” His voice was strained.

Chase moved one hand beneath my thigh, lifting me off the bed slightly. The angle made everything intensify a thousandfold. He hit the right spot again, making my back arch and my lungs take in a sharp, involuntary breath. With each rolling thrust, I drew closer and closer to oblivion.

I whimpered, scrambling to pull him tighter against me. “I’m so close.”

“Fuck.” Chase growled. “Me too.”

Reaching up, he slid a hand to the side of my neck. He ducked his head, grazing my ear with his lips, his warm breath fanning my skin. “Be good and come for me first.”

His words alone nearly sent me over the edge. I tensed around him, digging my nails into his back as he thrust again, causing everything but him and the way he worked himself over me to fade. He moved against me relentlessly, over and over, until I was a babbling, squirming mess.

The sensations became too much, too intense, too pleasurable. A string of words left my lips that might have been a prayer or plea, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that if he stopped, I’d die. It made no sense, but I knew it with a certainty.

“Chase.”

Just as the world around us exploded, I looked up and locked eyes with him.