Free A Hero to Rescue Me (Hero's Crossing) by Marteeka Karland

Until she was slick with wanting him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Melanie. You’re the only woman for me.”
    With a glad cry, Melanie threw her arms around his neck, hugging him fiercely. “God help me, Chase,” she whimpered. “I love you. I love you so much!”
    He untangled her arms from him, pushing himself up on one elbow, his body still fully embedded in her, his softening cock beginning to harden once more. Had he heard her right?
    “Don’t joke about that, Melanie. If you’re not sure, I can wait. But don’t tell me that unless you really mean it. My heart couldn’t stand it.”
    She laughed, though tears formed in her eyes. “Believe me, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Sniffing and swiping at her eyes, she continued. “I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but I’ve been fighting it since that first lunch we shared together.”
    “Honey”—he stroked the hair away from her forehead, leaning down to nuzzle her temple with his lips—“I’ve been lost for you since the middle of the summer. I just had no idea if you would give me a chance with you. When I finally met you, and you were even more beautiful than you were in my dreams, I didn’t have a fucking chance.”
    Once again, Chase found her lips with his, needing her again. Fiercely. With a groan, he flexed his hips, driving into her with languid strokes. She met him eagerly, wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass. Her nails bit into his back as she clung to him. Tongue tangling with hers, thrusting against her like a spear of his cock, Chase took her every way he could, needing the soul-deep connection he had with her in that moment.
    The squeeze of her cunt around him was the sweetest torture, the taste of her lips the most potent wine. It would be easy to completely lose himself in her arms and body. Though he’d just come, Chase found himself hard as steel for her again, thrusting in and out until he felt the building pressure to ride her hard. Still he held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible.
    Melanie clung to him, her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him with the same fervor as he did her. Sensations poured through him, heat surrounding him until he thought he might burn from the overwhelming emotions. Love. Lust. Need. Everything rolled into one. The woman currently writhing in his arms so sweetly had not only saved his life and his sanity, but was giving him a future he’d never conceived possible.
    It wasn’t long before she spasmed around him, her cunt milking him so sweetly. Her cries were stifled as she buried her face in his neck, clinging to him, sinking her nails into the flesh of his back as if she’d never let him go.
    “Melanie!” He groaned her name as he thrust into her helplessly. “Oh, sweet, God!”
    “Need you,” she gasped, her breath punctuated by the slaps of their bodies colliding in the sweetest dance. “Come inside me again, Chase,” she whispered. “Please.”
    That was all it took. He had to sink his teeth in to the pillow to keep from bellowing his satisfaction. Melanie still squeezed him rhythmically as her orgasm continued to course through her.
    No more did Chase fear the future, or despair from the past. From the moment he’d met Melanie, the grief inside him had eased until he’d accepted it as a part of him. Had it not been for Ritchie’s selfless act of saving the life of a stranger, Chase would never have been driven to the point where the letters of two mysterious strangers would be the highlight of his week. He’d never have bridged the gap he’d created with his family. And he’d never have met his Melanie or her sweet Abigail.
    Life just didn’t get much better than this...

Chapter Twelve
     
    The next afternoon, U-Haul loaded and ready to go, Melanie did one last inspection of her apartment. The only thing left was Abigail’s bag of stuff she wanted with her in the