Page 52 of Make Me Trust Again (Bluebonnet Creek #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ROSE

I don’t want to talk about Thorn.

My brows pull together as I watch Chase, trying to figure out the reason behind the sudden hostility. “Why not?” I tilt my head to the side, my heart beating wildly inside my chest. It makes no sense. Everything seemed fine only a moment ago. “I thought you…”

Chase places his hands on the car door, caging me in. My lips part as those flaming eyes zero in on me, making my stomach tighten as he grinds out, “Because I’m still pissed at him for putting his hands on you.”

“His hands…” I blink, completely confused. “What?—”

Lowering his head, Chase traces the tip of his nose over the line of my shoulder and up my neck, making my heart speed up, the pounding echoing in my eardrums as he whispers into my ear, “It drove me crazy the whole damn night.”

His warm breath tickles my skin, making me shudder. Goosebumps rise on my skin as my fingers fist his tee, eyes falling shut as I try to focus on his words.

“Made me want to snap a finger or two, so he would stop touching what’s mine.”

The last word is a low growl that reverberates between us. Heat rises up my neck, and my eyes snap open to find those hazel eyes observing me with that silent intensity of his. The claiming falling around me like a warm blanket on a cool night.

His.

Chase called me his.

My lips part, eyes falling to his mouth that’s mere inches away.

“You were…” My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip. “Jealous?”

The question is barely a whisper, my mind finding it hard to believe this can be true.

Chase, jealous? The stoic, levelheaded Chase Williams is jealous over me?

Nobody was ever jealous when it came to me.

I was always the one cast aside, either for somebody better or just because I was deemed unworthy. Men don’t get jealous over me.

But there’s no denying the utter possessiveness that’s radiating off of him.

The way his bicep flexes as he holds himself back—the hard set of his jaw.

The hunger and something else, something I’m not quite sure how to name, shines in his irises as he drinks me in as if compelled.

Like he can’t get enough, can’t look away.

It should scare me; he should scare me. After all, I’ve been laid claim on before. I’ve seen what a man is capable of doing when he thinks he owns you, but Chase isn’t John.

His fingers gently slip under my chin, tilting my head back as his thumb slides over my lip. “It drove me fucking nuts. I don’t like seeing another man’s hands on you, Rose.”

Chase Williams.

Jealous.

“Nobody has ever been jealous over me,” I breathe, my words coming out shaky.

“Good.” Something dark blazes on Chase’s face, making my heart skip a beat just before his hand slides to my cheek and his mouth crushes against mine.

My fingers grip his shirt, tugging him closer as he claims me, his mouth devouring mine with so much fervor I can feel it all the way to my core.

His body moves into mine, caging me against his car as his long fingers roam my body.

Like he wants to imprint himself on me. His touch. His kiss. His body.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back, his tongue sliding into my mouth as a low, painful groan comes from deep within him. Every hard line of his body is pressed into me, his cock pushing into my belly, giving me a promise of what’s to come.

I lift my leg, hooking it behind him as I wrap my arms around his neck.

More.

I want so much more of him.

All of him.

His arms slide down to my hips as he continues kissing me, lifting me just slightly so he’s nestled between the apex of my thighs. Chase rocks his hips, his cock brushing against my clit and sending little shockwaves through me, without even touching my skin.

I moan softly, my hip rolling against him, seeking more friction, which has his fingers digging harder into my hips. He pulls back from the car, and I instinctively wrap myself around him.

“Ch-Chase!” I protest, breaking the kiss as he carries me toward his house, and I don’t miss a little twitch of pain with every step he takes. “I’m too heavy. You shouldn’t?—”

His mouth captures mine, effectively shushing me, but not for long. I nip at his lip in warning, pulling back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me.” He tilts his head, his expression growing serious, “Kyle?”

I shake my head. “Not home.”

“Good.” He climbs the steps to the porch. “That means you don’t have to hold back.”

The automatic light turns on, giving me a better look at the stubborn lines of his face. The way he devours me with his gaze, like he can’t get enough.

My belly squeezes tightly, warmth pooling inside me as my thighs clench. I’m still fully clothed, and my pussy is already drenched for him, the material clinging to me. The way this man can turn me on with just a simple kiss is unnerving.

Chase leans down, opening the door with his elbow. We slip inside the dark house, and the next thing I know, my back is touching the wall—or is it a door? The fuck if I know—and Chase’s mouth is on mine again, sucking all the air out of my lungs.

The kiss is electrifying, awakening every single nerve and cell in my body.

I slide my tongue against him in a sensual dance, and a deep rumble comes from his chest. The corner of my mouth lifts as I run my fingers over the back of his head, feeling his short strands of hair.

The satisfaction of knowing that I’m not alone in this, that he craves me just as much as I crave him, makes me feel powerful.

My fingers move lower, grabbing the top of his shirt and trying to pull it up, but the damn thing gets stuck.

Chase chuckles against my mouth. “Impatient, sweetheart?”

“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.”