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But he needed to get one thing straight first. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, “Chelle I need you to know you are nothing like Megan.”

Her gorgeous heavy-lidded eyes were filled with a heartbreaking combination of confusion and need. She stared at him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, through her labored breathing she tentatively answered, “Okay.”

Her response was far from convincing. He wished he could spell it out for her. He wanted to be able to tell her what she meant to him. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how much he needed her, how desperately he wished things were different. That he was different.

“Chelle,” Her name came out as a growl even to his own ears. Frustration boiled up in him. His hands tightened as his fingers dug into her hips.

He felt a tremor run through her body as she moaned in pleasure from the pressure his flexing grip caused. All confusion vanished, her eyes now filled only with desire. Damn, she was so sexy. It took every ounce of the self-discipline his military training had instilled in him not to get side-tracked.

“I need you to know you’re not like her or anyone else Chelle.” It was part plea part command. He knew he didn’t have the right to demand anything from her, but that didn’t stop him. He had to know that she knew she was different. Special. Perfect.

He leaned in closer to her, his lips brushed against hers as he asked, “Do you? Do you know that?”

“Yes.” She answered as she rolled her hips against his straining erection. Her head fell back against the wall. She relaxed her arms as she ran her fingers down the back of his neck, across his broad shoulders, finally landing on his biceps where she traced the lines of his muscle several times, almost as if she was committing the feel of his upper arm to memory.

He was already rock hard and just the simple sensation of her soft fingertips brushing up and down his bicep was so erotic he felt as though he was going to explode before he was even inside of her.

“Do you know that?” She asked him, her attention still focused on her slender fingers trailing his up and down his arm.

“What?” The intense arousal pumping fiercely through his entire body made it difficult for him to follow her line of questioning.

“Do you know that you are not like anyone else?” She asked sweetly as she lifted her eyes to his.

Fuck. His heart broke wide open inside of his chest. That was Chelle. His Chelle. Even now she wasn’t thinking of herself. Her only concern was him.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t cried since the day of his mother’s funeral when he was twelve years old, but he felt moisture filling his eyes.

He needed her. Now.

He crushed his mouth to hers as he stalked down the hallway, carrying Chelle to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and as he looked down at her he saw the same level of desperation and desire that was flooding through him mirrored in her eyes.

Neither spoke as they both quickly stripped out of their clothes. For a moment time felt as though it had stopped. Riley stood above Chelle, they both just stared at each other. Naked. Bare. Raw.

Chelle’s eyes hungrily traveled down his body. When her gaze fell to his raging erection he felt it jump at the attention. A blush crept up her cheeks and she licked her lips.

God, he loved her.

As he climbed on the bed she opened her legs and wrapped them around him. He pulled her arms above her head and held her wrists in place with one hand. With the other he gripped his shaft positioning it at her core. He rubbed the head of his swollen erection up and down her opening. She was wet. Swollen. Ready.

A sound of need escaped her mouth as she tilted her hips seeking connection.

He leaned down and kissed her full lips softly as he pushed his length inside of her slowly. Savoring every sensation. Her body beneath him. Her lips pressed to his. Her inner walls squeezing him as he slid deeper into her.

He may not be able to tell her with words how he felt, how much he loved her, craved her, needed her. But he damn well could show her.

He knew that maybe they did only have tonight. Maybe this was the last time they would ever be together – hell, maybe it was the last time they would ever see each other.

If it was, then he sure as hell going to make it count.





Chapter Twenty-six


Riley and Alex made their way to the back booth of Gerard's Diner where Jason and Bobby were waiting for them.

Riley had left Chelle’s around six a.m. He hadn’t wanted to wake her, she was sleeping so peacefully. His sleeping beauty. But now he was wishing he would have gotten just one more kiss.

Yeah, right. Who was he kidding? Riley knew ‘just one more’ would never be enough when it came to Chelle.