through the patio doors that overlooked the pool and faced her bedroom and couldn’t help but notice just how fucking beautiful she was. As he watched her turn on the television and climb into bed, he thought about the first time that he saw Amy.
He’d just turned fourteen and had been taking a shortcut through his family’s old orange groves on Hillside when he spotted her sitting under an orange tree looking so damn sad that he’d found himself joining her, doing his best to make her smile. It had taken him over an hour to tease a smile out of her and when he did…
He knew that he was going to marry her one day.
There had never been any question in his mind that he loved her. It never even fazed him that she hadn’t felt the same because he knew that they would end up together. For two years, he’d worked his ass off showing her how much he cared about her, how good it could be between them until finally, he’d had her and once he did, he’d worked his ass off to keep her.
He’d made sure that she knew how much he cared about her, how much he loved her, was always there for her and made sure that she knew that she was worth the wait. He’d never rushed her for anything that she wasn’t ready to give him. He’d held her hand at sixteen, got his first kiss six months after that, and had patiently waited until she was ready for more. So, when she’d decided to wait until they were twenty-two before she let him touch her, he’d been fine with it. He’d also been fine with the fact that she wanted to wait to get married until after she’d graduated and started her career because he’d wanted her to be happy. He would have done anything for her, but she hadn’t felt the same way about him.
When he’d needed her most, she hadn’t been there for him. He’d never thought that he would want another woman, never thought it was possible, but god, did he want Sloane, Chase thought as he watched her wrap her arms around her legs and laid her chin on her knees as she watched him.
He’d wasted his life on a woman who hadn’t given a damn about him and had no idea how to get the one that he couldn’t live without. He’d give anything, absolutely fucking anything, to be able to walk into her room, Chase thought as he leaned back against the headboard and resigned himself to another sleepless night.
A moment later, Sloane was climbing off her bed and walking toward her patio doors as he forced himself to savor one last look at her before she closed the curtains for the night only…
She didn’t close them.
Instead, she stepped outside, her gaze never leaving him as she walked across the pool patio and let herself into his room. He watched as she paused by the door to shimmy out of the soft cotton shorts that she liked to sleep in. Never taking her eyes away from him, she continued walking into his room, pulling her shirt off and dropping it on the floor, leaving him sitting there, unable to help but groan as he watched her push her panties down.
He swallowed hard as he watched her climb onto the bed next to him. When she reached for his boxers, he raised himself up by his arms, never taking his eyes off her as she slowly worked them off him, freeing his cock as she pulled them down his legs. Once they were off, she dropped them on the floor and he was reaching for her.
He cupped her face gently in his hands and leaned forward only to groan when his lips met hers. He kept the kiss slow as he dropped his hands so that he could pull her onto his lap. Before she finished straddling his lap, she was wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself closer so that the large teardrop breasts that had caused more than one sleepless night were pressed against his chest.
She felt so fucking good in his arms, Chase thought as he slowly ran his hands over her back, noting just how soft her skin was. God, she felt amazing, Chase thought as he slowly ran his hands over her body, needing to touch every inch of her. She felt perfect, he decided only to groan when she