Take a Chance on Me(69)

Jesus. He was going to lose her.

The reality of the situation was like a punch in the gut.

She was only his until she wanted to leave. He had no claim on her—nothing real.

The fiancé turned away. Maddie watched him with an indescribable expression on her face as he walked around the corner and disappeared.

Despite the cold air blasting at him from the vents, Mitch’s brow beaded with sweat. As soon as he’d gotten the call from Charlie, he’d rushed to the diner like a bat out of hell with the notion of rescuing her. Now he wasn’t sure she’d welcome the intrusion.

He wasn’t sure if she’d want him.

The insecurity made him so furious that he jumped out of the car, ran across the street, and grabbed her before he had time to even process his actions.

She swung around, blinked, and burst into tears.

Mitch gathered her up, cuddled her into his chest, and shuffled her into the car. A minute later they were on the road, but he experienced no sense of relief, no victory. How could he, with Maddie bawling her eyes out?

He wanted to comfort her, take her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but he had to get control of his emotions first.

So far, he was losing the f*cking battle.

Panic, jealousy, and fear rammed through him like the most violent of storms. He managed a strained, “Princess, are you okay?”

“I did it,” she said in a shaky voice. “It was hard, sad, and scary, but I did it.”

Mitch took her hand, squeezing her fingers. He was afraid to hope, afraid to even breathe. “What did you do?”

“I said good-bye.”

The completely irrational possessiveness burned in his lungs. Adrenaline still pumped in his veins, not caring whether the immediate threat was over. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said, still staring out the window. “I’m . . . just . . . I don’t know. It was almost half my life. And now it’s over.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulled to a stop at Revival’s only traffic light. “I hate that you’re upset.”

Maddie looked at him, her tear-streaked cheeks and watery gaze making her look beautiful and tragic. “I’m relieved.”

The light turned green and he floored the gas pedal. Possessive, primal urges pulsed inside him, beating at his chest. At the first corner he saw, he jerked the car right and pulled onto the side street, swinging the car into the first available spot.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice trembled.

He needed her. Right now.

Her eyes widened, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. She gave him a slight nod.

He lunged.

She met him halfway, their mouths coming together in a hard, brutal rush of lust that stunned him.

Pushed to the very edge of control, Mitch kissed her as though he were a starving man. He gripped the back of her neck. Slanting his lips to deepen the angle, thrusting his tongue into her mouth far too aggressively.

She groaned and curled her fingers into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin despite the cotton separating them.

With a low, guttural sound, he yanked her T-shirt up and rubbed his thumb over her nipple through her bra. With no patience and zero finesse, he ripped the cup down and pinched and rolled the hard bud with a force that had her gasping.

He ripped away and sank his teeth into her neck, biting her, marking her.

She jerked against him.


He growled, covering her lips again with almost savage need. He took, demanded, f*cked her mouth with his tongue and teeth. Impatient and fumbling, he pulled at the button on her shorts, sliding the zipper down. Their arms and elbows flailed and bumped. The horn went off as he smacked it with his elbow while stripping her shorts down her legs.

Frantic hands undid his jeans. His cock sprang free, and her hot fingers encircled his length. She stroked, and his balls pulled tight. He pushed her away, tearing his mouth from hers and sitting back against the seat. He gripped her waist, pulling her on top of him and positioning her legs over his thighs.

It was too fast, too rough, but he couldn’t wait.

He grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and drove into her.

She cried out, forehead hitting his as she shifted to accommodate his size. A distant part of his brain warned him to slow down, but he couldn’t. He thrust high, fingers digging into her hips and ass as he impaled her.

Harsh, ragged breathing filled the car. Her hands tore at his shirt. Their mouths fused together, almost fighting. Primal and primitive.

He tore away from her. “Mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth.

“All mine.” They came together in a fast, furious pounding of flesh. He looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of her, claiming his ownership.

Mine, mine, mine. The visceral violence of his emotions scared the shit of out of him, but he couldn’t stop.

He slammed into her, almost brutal in his desire.

She met him stroke for stroke, increasing her pace to keep up with him, her lips parting in a gasp. “Oh, God.”

“Say my name.” His balls tightened, but he couldn’t slow down. He needed to be closer.

Faster. Harder. Higher.

“Mitch,” she whimpered, nipping his bottom lip and scratching his forearms with her nails.

He couldn’t take her hard enough. Couldn’t get close enough. All of his thoughts dissolved into two words. More. Mine.