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He worked his way lower, trailing his lips down the length of my stomach until he reached my jeans. He unbuttoned them, and I lifted my butt up so he could easily slide them off. I waited in terrible anticipation for him to take my panties off, too, but he stalled. He pressed his lips against my hips before slowly bringing his mouth to hover a centimeter above my underwear, the heat from his breath fueling the aching pulse between my thighs.

Dash lightly kissed the fabric, from the hem of the thin cloth to my center, before returning. I gripped a handful of his hair, wanting to scream at him to take them off already. He unhooked himself from my grasp long enough to rip off his pants.

“Oh, finally,” I said with a sigh, about to burst with the need for his skin on mine.

Dash smirked and shook his head. “Not yet,” he whispered and gently inched my underwear down my legs.

I half expected him to flip me over and I hated myself for the breech in my mind. Luckily Dash trailed his tongue across a small bundle of nerves and I completely forgot . . . everything. My eyes rolled back in my head and I thought of nothing but his tongue, working its way up and down, slipping inside me quickly and then out, repeating in agonizing circles until I was sure the sparks erupting underneath my skin would consume us both.

“Oh, God, Blake,” he practically growled as he worked his way back up to my face.

The sound of my name from his mouth curled the pleasure throbbing inside me and I knew I couldn’t handle much more. I gripped the sides of his briefs and yanked them down. He quickly shimmied them off.

His body fit perfectly between my legs, and he brought his mouth down on mine while rubbing his tip between my thighs. “Mmm,” he moaned. “Blake . . . you feel so incredible.”

The freaking Amazon could have been running through my thighs I wanted him so badly, but he continued to tease me, pulling away from my attempts at lifting my hips and taking him in. I kissed him harder and clutched at his strong back with desperate fingers.

“Dash,” I begged. “Please.”

His eyes caught mine and they were molten green. “Say it,” he commanded.

My heart leaped into my throat, but my need for all of him overpowered my shyness. “I want you.”

He groaned and put his tip inside a fraction before bringing it back to the outer edges. “Say it again.”

“God, Dash, I want you,” I complied.

He kissed me before slowly slipping inside. The motion drew a loud moan from my lips and sparkling tingles brushed every inch of my body. I bucked my hips and squeezed my legs around his, rocking back and forth to the speed Dash controlled until the pleasure mounting within me hit a crescendo.

He broke our kiss to catch my eyes again, and his lips moved against my own as he groaned, “Come with me, Blake.” And he pushed himself further and harder against me until my eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled.

I gasped with the sweet release of a thousand tiny explosions erupting and didn’t stop bursting for what felt like an hour. My body trembled underneath his as the pulsing ache slowed to a sweet and steady speed like a heartbeat. Dash moaned and clutched me closer before he slackened slightly.

Our chests heaved against each other as he brushed some hair out of my face and kissed me lightly before resting his head against my shoulder. I smiled, unable to contain the giddiness soaring through me. The sky had darkened and gray wisps of clouds only allowed a few stars to shine. A crack of lightning lit up the sky and twenty seconds later we heard the distant rumble of thunder from the north.

Being outside, with Dash still inside me, was more perfect than I could’ve ever imagined, and for the first time ever, I instantly wanted to make love again.

I turned my head and nibbled at his ear.

He lifted himself, his rippling arms on either side of my head.

I rubbed my hands up and down his back. “More,” I whispered before slipping my tongue between his lips.

Dash kissed me, then chuckled as he drew back an inch. “Don’t you hear that storm coming, woman?”

I wiggled underneath him, satisfied when he arched his head back and his eyes hooded. “You’re the only thing worth capturing tonight,” I whispered.

“Then I better give you one hell of a chase,” he said and gently slipped out of me. His lips trailed to my breasts and the teasing torture started again.

Another white spark of lightning lit the sky above us, bathing Dash’s incredible naked body in light for three glorious seconds before returning us to darkness. Thunder clapped, closer than before. I tugged Dash’s head up, squeezed my legs, and rocked to the side until I straddled him.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and glanced upward before leaning over to kiss him. “You’ve gotta see this,” I whispered against his lips and motioned my head upward.

The next lightning strike illuminated Dash’s green eyes, and the passion in them usually reserved for chasing storms doubled. I reveled being the object of that much desire.

I ground against him until he was so hard I had to take him inside me. I rode him slowly, the sounds of thunder accompanying our moans. He made me come again and again, and I knew without a doubt I’d let Dash catch me whenever he wanted.

After another hour of sheer pleasure bordering on torture, I snuggled up under his chin. I had everything I’d ever wanted . . . almost.

“What’s your real name, Dash?” I asked, knowing he’d never tell. A tornado nearly swallowed us whole and he hadn’t told me.

“Alfred,” he said, interrupting my thoughts.

“What?”

“I won’t say it again.” His arms tightened around me.

“Like . . .”

“Yes, like from Batman, and if you tell anyone outside of Hail—”

My laughter cut him off as I thought about how starkly different he was from the old butler. “Why now? The tornado had us and you didn’t . . .”

Dash shifted so he could meet my eyes. “Giving you my heart is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done, Blake,” he said and then parted my lips with his tongue.

The sky trembled again, but I ignored the call. Thunder and chaos could remain within the chase. The only thing I needed were the sparks between Dash and I, which crackled brighter than a lightning bolt, and the home we’d built between us, strong enough to withstand any storm.

THERE ARE SO
many people I have to thank for helping me with this journey, but first, I want to thank
you.
Thank you for taking a chance on this book. You are what fuels the lifeblood in my characters and make the story possible. So thanks for that, dear readers!

Thank you, Daren, for waking me up. For enduring a life married to a writer, it isn’t always easy. Thanks for being my best friend, an incredible father, and one surprisingly awesome plot-hole demolisher. I shudder to think where some of my characters would’ve ended up without you. My dreams wouldn’t be possible without your support and willingness to supply me with coffee and double-cheeseburgers.

Thanks must be given to my amazing family. To Dad, for the years of encouragement. For always reading multiple versions of my stories, even the really awful ones, and telling me they were awesome. For the endless emails where I needed a pep-talk, and for the unflinching faith that I’d have my name on a book someday. Without your support, this book wouldn’t be where it is now.

To Mom, for constantly telling me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. I think I’ve figured it out now. And to my sister, for being a writer first and making my five-year-old self think it was the coolest thing ever! Naturally I would want to be like you.

I also need to give a HUGE thank you to these amazing ladies:

To Rebecca, the Golden Goddess, you make me want to be a better writer, better mom, and better person all around. You are my hero and there is no amount of words for how much I adore you. Thanks for the countless advice, guidance, and willingness to talk about proper names for naughty parts.

To Mindy, for your sharp eye, your amazing encouragement, and awesome friendship. For reading it twice (including the time your iPad froze on the naughtiest scene in the book and had to be repaired with it staring the poor tech-kid in the face) And for making my lines stronger. You are simply the best.

To Sam, the one who catches all the things :) You are a rock star and I’m really sorry I made you cry on the subway. Hugs and all the chocolate to you!

To Kimberly Lovell-Chase, Prerna Pickett, and Aimee L. Salter, you ladies rock and continuously make my work stronger. I’m beyond lucky to have such a talented band of critique partners like you!

To Esther, the Hot-Mama I can’t live without. You’re my constant cheerleader and my soul-sister. Thanks for always being there, despite how many miles we live apart. Without our hour-long conversations, I’d lose my sanity. And speaking of losing, the boys are
still
behind in our never-ending Cranium tournament :)

I have to thank Cora Carmack, for not only reading the book, but blurbing it too, as well as offering me so much guidance in the profession of our dreams. And for finding me first. You’re the absolute best.

To Kimberly Derting, thank you for providing an endless supply of inspiration and advice. It means the world to me. And for the cupcake.

To Jamie Bodnar Drowley, thank you for choosing my book when I thought all was lost.

Thanks must also go to my awesome PR Team over at Sassy, Savvy, & Fabulous. Linda you are my Obi-Wan and Yoda rolled into one!

A giant thank you to my editor, Karen Grove, without your sharp eye and amazing vision this would not be in the shape it’s in. You are a delight to work with!

To Regina Wamba and Yuli Xenexai over at Mae I Design, thank you to the moon and back for giving me a cover intense enough to carry my storm chasers. You’re beyond talented and there aren’t enough ways to thank you for how stunning it is! And to the models, Ripp and Mackenzy, for making the characters I love real.

Thank you to Nichole and Christine at Perfectly Publishable for sharpening the inside of the book and making it sparkle! You are all so seriously talented!

And once again I’d like to thank you, the reader. Don’t ever underestimate the power you have to bring life to the stories you love.

 

MOLLY LEE IS
an author, editor, and mentor best known from
Pitch Wars,
a program that connects promising writers to established authors in the community. She writes NA contemporary and YA urban fantasy with strong heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. Throw in high-octane action or any kind of supernatural element and she’ll be hooked. A military spouse with two children and one stubborn English bulldog, Molly enjoys watching storms from the back porch of her Midwest home and digging for treasures at local antique shops.

 

For exclusive scenes from Dash's point of view and sneak peeks at the upcoming books in the Love on the Edge series join Molly's
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Or visit her website
www.mollyelee.com

 

BOOK: Edge of Chaos (Love on the Edge #1)
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