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“Come on now, Counsellor, don’t hold out on me now.”
The smile on his face doesn’t help restart my line of thinking. He looks so happy. So peaceful. This is a side of Chance I don’t think anyone’s ever seen before. It makes me extremely happy that I get to be the one to see him this way.
“Let me see...” I tilt my head to the side, letting my cheek rest on my hands, enjoying the rise and fall of his bare chest. “I’ve always wanted to use my law degree to help animals.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe do some pro bono work to help with animal cruelty cases? Work with shelters and things to help save animals? I just hate that a lot of time they have no one to fight for them, and they just get caught up in paperwork and legal jargon.”
He lifts his hand from behind his head and sweeps a lock of stray hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “You have a big heart, Dakota Myers.”
“I don’t know about that,” I chuckle. “I’m sure there are a lot of people I’ve faced in the courtroom that would disagree with you.”
“Nah, they’re just intimidated or upset because you kicked their ass.” He continues running his fingertips through my hair. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re a badass and scary as hell, but you also have a huge heart.”
“Are you scared of me, Mr. Declan?” I raise the corner of my mouth, hoping he’ll take the challenge.
“Terrified.”
In one quick move, he flips us, and I find myself underneath him. Caught up in a tangle of sheets, I laugh until he kisses me senseless, and I can’t remember what it was we had been talking about.
He held me until the morning, and didn’t let me out of his sight, not even when we had to stop at my place this morning so I could change.
Now, as we stand at the doors, with everyone that we’ve spent weeks trying to impress on the other side, we’re frozen.
I clutch his hand tighter, feeling my palm get sweaty despite the cool air being pushed from the air conditioner into the narrow hallways.
“Hey,” Chance turns to me, sweeping my hair off my shoulder and cupping my cheek. “You look beautiful.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smile up at him, feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.
I didn’t think much about the outfit I was putting on before coming here. We only had enough time for a quick stop at my house as we were running late as it is. Under Chance’s watchful eye and roaming hands, I was only able to throw on a fresh pair of jeans, black tank top, and blue button-up shirt, which I’ve tied at my waist. He told me it was appropriate for a rodeo, and I believed him. It was hard not to when he wouldn’t stop touching and kissing me.
“Yeah.” He leans down and whispers. “You’ve got a glow to you. Did something happen to put a smile on your face?”
“Oh, you know, nothing special.” I shrug, looking up at him through my lashes.
“Nothing special, huh?” I can feel his smile along my neck as he places kisses along my skin. “I’ll need to try harder tonight if last night wasn’t memorable.”
I trail my fingers along his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles I’ve spent hours burning into my memory. The hard divots and bulges earned only from the endless hours spent on the ranch.
The dip of his head hides us from view, giving me enough courage to tilt my head back and truly give into the rush of the moment. I’m no longer worried about the people on the other side of the door. All I care about is the feel of his short beard along the column of my neck and his hands over my body.
I’m immediately transported to last night. The rush of his calloused hands over every inch of my skin The way he held my breasts and rolled my nipples until I almost came from just his touch.
I suppress a moan as my body heats. I can feel the outline of his erection as it presses against my stomach, releasing a new wave of desire through my body as he clings on to me.
“For fuck’s sake,” Wyatt’s annoyed voice sounds behind me.
Chance nips at my neck before standing with a smile. “Problem, Winters?”
I turn to see Wyatt roll his eyes. Over his shoulder is the open door to the suite with a mix of people both openly gawking and those trying to appear uninterested.
I know this is why we’re here. We’re supposed to be showing all these people how madly in love we are, but for the first time, I don’t want it. I want to be back in his bed or under the cover of his hat and have this just for us.
“You’d better get in there. Bronc riding is about to start.” Wyatt turns and walks back into the room, leaving us standing on the threshold.
“Shall we do this?” I ask, looking up at him.
