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Case uses his hips to guide me back toward the bed. My body is a whirlwind of lust and need. Knowing he wants this as much as I do makes it hard not to just tackle him down onto the mattress.

“Let me see you, beautiful,” he says, peppering kisses over my skin as he slowly undresses me.

Deciding that two can play this game, I move my hands to rest on his chest as I press my lips to his Adam’s apple, sliding up over his jaw until I can kiss him deep, drawing out a guttural groan that I feel as well as hear.

Tearing his lips from mine, he moves his attention to my neck while his fingers release the button of my jeans and he oh so slowly lowers the zipper, pushing them to the ground with some help from me.

As much as I love the feel of him touching me and revealing my body to him, it’s all too slow.

It’s driving me wild and making me feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.

I want to feel him against me. I want to touch him.

I want him to touch me. I want to explore and taste.

I want him to do that too. I want it all.

I mean, we do have the house to ourselves for a reason, right?

“My turn,” I say, making quick work of removing his shirt before slipping it off his shoulders, watching as it flutters to the ground by his feet.

“Next time,” I pant while kissing his chest. “You’re only allowed to wear things with Velcro.” That earns me a startled laugh. “Or grey sweatpants.” Come to think of it, Case Cooper in a black tank and grey sweats… mmm.

He chuckles. “Happy to wear whatever you want, beautiful. As long as I get to have you like this. Feel you like this.”

I pop his jeans open and slide my palm inside, my breath catching as I rub over the hard bulge that’s been tempting me since he had me pressed up against the door.

Case’s head drops forward as he buries his face in my neck, his low rumbling groan vibrating against my skin and sending a delicious shiver through me.

"I love you," I whisper, the dam well and truly broken when it comes to those three little words.

“Love you too, beautiful. So damn much.”

I continue long slow strokes over his boxers, my other hand tracing the lines of his muscles, committing every inch of him to memory.

His breath hitches as he arches into my touch. Before I know it, his arms are wrapped around my back and he pushes me forward, controlling my fall as we back onto the bed.

Not one to miss an opportunity, I reach around to cup one of his cotton-covered butt cheeks, flexing my fingers for good measure. “You're still wearin’ too many clothes,” I murmur.

He smiles against my lips. “You are too. Fair’s fair.”

“You might have to get off me if you want me naked, curious.”

In the blink of an eye, he flips onto his back next to me and whips off his underwear. Then he’s all business, helping me strip down until we’re both naked and wanting.

The very second I’m done, he stills. His hungry eyes take me in from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and back again. His dark heated expression washes over me like a teasing caress that just leaves me wanting more.

I’m not sure who moves first but we meet somewhere in the middle, our lips crashing together as he rolls over me, covering me as he devours my mouth. The kiss is as urgent as it is desperate, my body and soul taking over.

My hips roll up against him of their own volition as his hard length pulses against me.

Case loves me. I love him. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life by his side, supporting and cherishing him, making each other happy as we build a family together.

But right now, I need him more than anything I’ve ever needed or wanted before. And going by the wild look in his gaze as he braces himself over me, I’m not alone in the feeling.

His eyes crinkle at the side as he dips his head to kiss me again, softer but no less intimate, his hands roaming my skin with a gentle reverence as if memorizing every curve and line.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispers against my lips, the pounding of his heart matching the rhythm of mine.

I lift my chin, locking my eyes with his. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair. "I want you, Case. All of you."

“Forever, beautiful. This is forever.” He kisses me gently. “You and me.” His kiss is firmer this time. “My love. My life. You’re everythin’.”

I reach a hand up to press against his cheek. “You’re everythin’ for me too.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, and he leans down to kiss me again. But this time, it’s not soft and gentle. It’s hungry .

“Will you let me take care of you? See to you?” he says, nipping my skin as he drags his body down the bed against mine.

I nod, my heightened emotions rendering me speechless.

Case’s curiosity isn’t just for the outside world, it’s a part of him and everything he does. Something that becomes all the more obvious as he starts a torturously slow exploration of my body with this mouth, licking and sucking his way down my chest.

He presses a barely there but no less meaningful kiss over my heart before turning his head and moving his attention to my breasts, making me whimper as pleasure courses through me.

Taking one of the stiff peaks between his lips, I arch off the bed, pressing up into him as he lavishes that side before moving to the other. His hands gently cup me and I writhe beneath him, wanting more… wanting it all. My body is craving everything the man I love wants to give me.

When he pulls away, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. “Impatient, are we?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

"For you, always,” I whisper. "Please, I need?—”

His eyes flash before he gets right back to driving me crazy and making sure to take his time doing it. It’s as if each part of me is a new discovery, a landscape to be revered and cherished.

His hands follow the path of his mouth, tracing lines of fire along my skin as he moves down over the curve of my stomach, dipping into the hollow of my hips. His breath is warm and tantalizing as he hovers just above the place I want him most… need him most.

Bracing himself between my spread legs, he lifts his hooded eyes to mine, sending me a wicked half-grin while arching a brow, silently asking me for permission.

I nod, and the rumbling growl I receive in return sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

The moment he lowers his head and swipes his tongue against me for the first time, I’m lost. Gone. The world could end right now and I’d go a happy woman. The happiest, most satisfied woman that ever lived.

His big, calloused hands spread my thighs wide as he devours me. Licking, exploring, teasing, tasting, and savoring .

Whatever semblance of control I had left disappears, leaving me with undeniable, undeterred raw lust. All I can think about is the feel of him, the way he’s murmuring praise while pleasuring me.

Resting my palm on the back of his head, I rub my hand over his head and roll my hips as he slowly eases a finger inside of me, stroking me, stoking the fire he’s built since the moment we met, driving me higher and higher.

The moment he moves his mouth back onto me, I crash headfirst into an orgasm that feels like it’s going to shatter me into oblivion.

My body takes on a mind of its own, rocking and swaying against him.

I cry out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through me, leaving me a breathless, boneless, melted mess on the mattress.

Case doesn't let up, not stopping as he slowly brings me back down to earth, drawing every last whimper and moan past my lips until I collapse back against the mattress in a boneless, sated mess beneath him.

He chuckles and gently kisses his way back up my body, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his eyes dark with unspent desire. Leaning his weight against me, I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips, aligning our bodies so that he’s right where I want him to be.

His breath is ragged as he touches his lips to mine.

“Already loved you a hell of a lot before that, beautiful. But watching you fall apart for me…” His eyes blaze.

“That was spectacular.” His praise causes something to snap inside of me.

Suddenly, I want more of him, and I need it more than I need my next breath.

"Please, Case," I whimper, lifting my hips to rub against him. It’s like I can’t get close enough even though we’re plastered together from head to toe.

His eyes flutter closed, a low groan escaping as he reaches down between us and notches himself at my entrance. Then, with our eyes locked and the most powerful, intense, all-encompassing love between us, he slides his way home at the same time he takes my lips in a hot, hard, deep kiss.

If I didn’t believe it before, that would’ve been the moment that I no longer had any doubts. Case Cooper was always meant to be mine.

Only him. My curious man. My anchor.

And unequivocally… My One. My only.