“You better eat before it gets cold,” he whispered.
She took the first bite and he followed. They both worked at keeping things light. Idle chitchat, laughing and when they finished, Hayes cleaned up the dishes as she put leftovers away. Stuffed to the gills, they sat down and watched a few old movies. Hayes gathered her against him with tenderness.
This is what she wanted for her life—someone to share these ordinary moments with. To be held, cherished and loved. Was it asking too much? After a lifetime of solitude, she didn’t think so. Everything she needed, wanted, sat right here next to her. All she had to do was find a way to hold on to it.
Chance realized Hayes’ breathing grew deeper, his body tensed. She brought her attention back to the television and found the source of his discomfort. On the screen a young couple was half naked, entwined in a romantic, sensual kiss. The man stroked her hip, down her outer thigh and then back up until he brushed the outer curve of her breast. Their hungry mouths devoured flesh as their bodies writhed in pleasure.
The scene fueled the raging fire inside Chance. All her desires were playing out in front of her without the satisfaction of feeling Hayes’ touch on her naked flesh. Her body ached, desperate for his attention. Hot liquid pooled between her legs, her breasts swelled and her nipples stabbed through her sweater.
“I need to go for a walk,” he grumbled, pushing off the couch.
Her hands instinctively reached for him but in the blink of an eye he vanished. There she sat, cold, alone and so damn horny she couldn’t stand it. Frustration had her mumbling to herself as she paced the living room. He’d been pushing away the last few days. She didn’t like it. She needed him. He needed her. Now wasn’t the time to go reclusive on her.
Chance glanced over into the kitchen and spotted his bottle sitting on the counter. Wicked, naughty thoughts popped into her mind. Determined to bring him back, she ambled through the living room, into the kitchen and glared at the old, cloudy bottle.
She snatched the bottle off the counter, wrapped her fingers around the glass and strutted back to her bedroom. With a grin, she flopped down on her bed, held the bottle in front of her and said, “Hold on tight, Hayes. Things are going to get hot.”
* * * * *
Hayes paced around in the barn. With his life force waning, he could actually feel the cold outside and had to take refuge out of the biting wind. Worse, he found his ability to focus diminishing as well. He needed to talk to her. She needed to know what was happening. He also needed to explain to her about Annie, or herself. Hell, he wasn’t sure he understood any more at this point.
First thing in the morning he would take a firm hand with her, explain his situation and beg if necessary for her to make her wishes. It would kill him, tear his heart into shreds, but it had to be done.
He could go back to his bottle grateful for the time he shared with her, hold on to those memories for as long as possible and know he’d done the right thing. As he stood there building his guards, convincing himself to be noble, a warm rush of air slid over his body.
Every hair stood on end, his gut knotted tight and his body tensed. Breath. Oh hell, it was hers. “No,” he whispered even as he melted into the warmth. “Don’t do this, Chance.”
A tender stroking sensation slid over him from the top center of his chest all the way down to his groin. He actually felt her fingertips touch his flesh and then another rush of warm breath. Hayes balled his fists at his sides.
The stroking continued all over his body. He could feel her fingers in his hair, brushing over his neck and then down his shoulders. Her touch was everywhere, a sensual assault that left his muscles quivering and his cock throbbing. As she made his flesh tingle with desire she bathed him in her warm, moist breath. Even his toes curled deep inside his boots.
He could smell her now. The scent of her soap lingered around him, mixing with the sweet aroma of her arousal. A desperate moan rolled from his chest, up his throat and rocked the barn as it exploded between his lips. He wanted her so damn bad he could taste it. He tried to wean himself off her. The last three days he managed not to fold and take her.
Hayes bunched his fists tighter, lifted his arms to his sides and roared his anguish. Silently he prayed for the shackles to burn his flesh, rip his insides to shreds, anything to distract him from the pure pleasure she could bring even with them apart. Inside his jeans his cock throbbed painfully hard, desperate for the feel of her tight, hot body.
The soft, torturous feel of her touch stopped. Hayes stood there breathing hard like an angry bull ready to charge. He groaned, desperate for more but grateful it ended. Weak from the teasing, he dropped to his knees, hung his head and fought to bring his body back under control.
Had she given up? His questions were answered when the hot, wet feel of her tongue slid over his chest, traveled down to his abs and lower. Hayes burst to his feet, out of his mind, insane with lust. In an instant he transported himself inside her house, found himself standing in her bedroom watching her lick his bottle with slow, purposeful strokes.
The wicked little she-devil had stretched herself out on the bed, her gorgeous hair fanned out over the pillow and her attention solely on his bottle. She stroked the glass with her fingers, ran the tip of her tongue from top to bottom, and he felt it all. The sight combined with the actual feel of her touch annihilated any and all common sense he had left. Whatever made him think he could quit her cold turkey?
His raw need urged him forward. Two steps and she looked up at him with fire in her eyes. It only made his inferno burn hotter.
“Do it again,” he commanded in a voice he didn’t recognize.
Chance didn’t hesitate. This time she started at the bottom, running her tongue up the center of the glass. He felt her heat brush over his cock, up the shaft and then move on. His head rolled back on his shoulders as his fingers dug into the palms of his hands.
“You shouldn’t have done this,” he growled, taking another step closer to her. He couldn’t stop now if he wanted to.
“What? This?” Chance flattened her tongue and left a hot trail up his body.
He growled, actually snarled like an animal, and he didn’t care. She started this. He would most definitely finish it. With another step he pulled his shirt from his jeans.
“I tried to make this easier,” he told her, “for both of us.”
Chance crawled from the bed with her fingers wrapped tight around his bottle. When she got to her feet she rubbed her cheek against the glass. “It is easy, Hayes. All you have to do is come to me.”
He wanted to explain it to her, tell her what torture it would be to leave, but he couldn’t think past the pleasure he knew awaited him. He couldn’t wait any longer. Using his power, he blinked himself right in front of her so he could smell her and feel her warmth.
“It will tear me to shreds,” he told her, taking the bottle from her hands. “Knowin’ I had perfection and havin’ to give it up.”
“You don’t have to give up anything,” she retorted, placing her palm on his chest, right over his heart.
Her touch seared him, burned right through flesh, muscle and bone, wrapping his heart in a tight fist, so tight he could barely breathe. He gripped her wrist, pulled her hand away and then slipped his arm around her waist. With one hard tug he had her tight against his body, taking her mouth with force. Savage hunger took over. He devoured her lips, feasted on them and then pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth.
His brain spun as she stroked his tongue with hers, taking control and calming the pace. Yes, he needed to slow down. He wanted this to last, needed time to stop so he could have her in every possible way.
Chance’s slender hand slipped between them and worked the buttons free on his shirt. His fingers speared through her hair, gripped her head, turning it slightly so he could take the kiss deeper. Her sweet taste drove him, along with the gentle touch of her hands on his bare chest. When her thumb strummed over his nipple he jolted at the shock of pleasure ri
pping through his body.
Chance pulled away, gasped for breath but didn’t hesitate to take them to the next step. She kissed that spot over his heart, touched her tongue there and sent him reeling through the cosmos. Still holding her head, he let his roll back on his shoulders and allowed her to take the lead.
As her hands slid down his sides, around his back and up again, her mouth worked its way across his chest. She set hot, wet fires with each touch of her tongue and lips that quickly consumed him. But when she sealed her lips over his nipple and sucked gently, his brain exploded. Each lash of her tongue on the sensitive nub drew a tortured moan from his chest. He held her there as each tug of her lips sent lightning to his groin.
“Chance.” Her name came out on a moan and it shocked him that he could speak any words at all as she worked her sensual mouth.
“You like that,” she whispered, trailing more fiery kisses over his chest. “Brace yourself, it gets better.”
It couldn’t possibly but then she moved down, her teeth scraping his flesh, making his muscles quiver and bunch. She took her time, lavishing every square inch of his abs with her lips. He held on to her like a lifeline, afraid that if he let go it would all end and, God help him, he didn’t want it to end. When she lowered to her knees and worshiped the sensitive flesh just above his cock, he fisted his hands tighter in her hair.
Licks, kisses and nips over his hips drove him wild as her skillful fingers worked the button on his jeans. After opening his pants she tugged them down his hips slightly, freeing his throbbing cock. Her soft hand cupped his sac as her warm breath bathed the head of his throbbing cock.
He couldn’t help himself, he had to look, needed to see her mouth take him. The little she-devil cast her glance up his body, held his gaze and then swiped the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock. The wet warmth locked up his chest. He couldn’t draw air, couldn’t think, and when her tiny hand gripped the base of his shaft, he jerked.
“Easy,” she whispered. “Let me love you, Hayes. Take what I need to give.”
He blinked several times, unable to protest or even beg. It would shatter him, he knew it, but he wouldn’t stop her. He needed this. As much as he fought it over the last few days he needed her like this. The man had to claim his woman and what better way. The immortal side craved the pleasure she gave, knowing he wouldn’t find any better in two hundred years.
Chance opened her mouth, kept her gaze locked with his and then took him. Hot, wet warmth surrounded him as she worked his cock to the back of her throat. The slow, sensual bliss burned through his body, setting off an electrical storm that reverberated into his bones. A deep, menacing roar filled the room and it took a moment for him to realize it emanated from his throat.
Chance didn’t seem to notice. If she did it didn’t faze her one bit. She swallowed, her tiny muscles clenching around the head of his cock and then sucked as she pulled back. Bright, colorful lights burst in his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He wanted to see, watch as his shaft slid from between her lips. When his vision returned the sight stole his breath again.
Her cheeks were hollowed, her lips stretched and his hard flesh shimmered as she pulled back. He wouldn’t last. He needed to last. Desperate, Hayes reached down for that mystical power. Magic shimmered through his body, containing his release and holding it at bay.
With some measure of control, he took a steadying breath and gently urged her to take him in again. The sight of him fucking her mouth mesmerized him. He couldn’t remember ever seeing anything so beautiful before. Her tiny little mewls of pleasure traveled up his shaft, vibrating in his sac. God, he could do this forever.
Even with his magic working in his favor her mouth drove him mad. He rocked his hips, groaned and used slight pressure to make her take him deeper. Chance didn’t protest, she eagerly swallowed him, swirled her tongue around his shaft, coming back for more.
As heavenly as this felt he needed her body. That compulsion grew by the second. Finally he pulled her away, smiling at her small whimper of protest. Very gently he helped her to her feet, cupped her cheek and traced her swollen lips with the pad of his thumb.
“Damn, Chance,” he spoke with a gravelly voice he never heard come from his throat before. “You’ve ruined us both, ya know that, don’t ya?” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt her as bad but he knew his existence from here on out would be more dismal than before.
“Don’t leave me, Hayes, not now.”
He heard her demand laced with a touch of fear. A twinge of sadness clutched his heart briefly. Without saying a word, he gripped the bottom of her sweater, slowly lifting to expose creamy white flesh on her flat tummy. As the material rose higher she lifted her arms straight up in the air. Oh yes, unwrapping Chance was a gift he would treasure for as long as humanly possible.
Inch by inch more of Chance revealed to him until her perfectly round breasts covered in a plain white bra were there, right in front of him. The lush curve of the mounds made his throat go dry. In moments he’d fill his hands with her, revel in her femininity and taste.
She helped him remove the sweater, dropping the garment to the floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing one fingertip down the valley between her breasts, over her tummy until he touched her jeans. With two fingers he popped the button free and then lowered the zipper.
Kneeling in front of her, he tugged the denim down over her hips. “I’m going to give you everythin’ I have, darlin’.” He worked her jeans down her thighs and damn near choked at the sight of scant black lace covering her mound. “I don’t deserve you,” he admitted, but the devil himself wouldn’t be able to stop him now.
She stepped out of her jeans and he shoved them away before standing and drinking in the sight of her nearly naked. He didn’t think it could get any better but when she reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra and let it drop from her arms, his heart almost stopped.
Dark, hard nipples tipped her gorgeous breasts. He couldn’t stop himself. Hayes reached out, filling his palms, cradling her plump flesh as his thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples. He felt her body tremble, heard the small gasp of breath and smiled when she pushed forward for more of his touch.
“Take your clothes off, Hayes, let me see all of you.”
Without hesitation, he made the material disappear. A delighted grin spread across her lips, quickly replaced by heated appreciation. Her gaze drifted down over him in admiration. It humbled him but also made him slightly shy. Women had used his body over the years, told him how masculine he was, but with Chance it was different. It meant something.
“You make me feel inadequate,” she admitted as a pink hue washed over her flesh.
Her statement rocked him. “There is no woman on this earth who can compare to you.” And he intended to prove that to her.
Stepping in close, he leaned down and took her lips in a tender kiss as one hand continued to fondle her breast and the other stroked down her side. Chance moaned and he caught the breathy sound, swallowing it, holding it for eternity. He pulled away, trailed kisses down the column of her neck and then nipped at the tender flesh there at her shoulder.
“Your body is silk,” he murmured, moving down off her shoulder. “Softer than any fabric a genie could ever hope to conjure.” He trailed kisses above her breast, delighted in the small whimpers releasing from her throat, and hungered to taste the hard little tip piercing his palm.
When he pulled back she groaned in protest and then gasped when he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her on the mattress. Hayes stole a moment to gaze at her gorgeous body stretched out before him. How would he go on after this? No woman would ever look as desirable as Chance at this moment. The black lace panties were in stark contrast to her pale skin and yet seemed perfect. Life would be colorless from here on out. Nothing would ever seem as vibrant as her.
Chance melted inside as Hayes stood there, his gaze devouring her. She couldn’t help appreciating his physiqu
e as well. He stood tall, hard and, dear God, ripped. She wanted to run her tongue along the defined v at his waist. Smooth her hands over his thick thighs and, oh yes, she wanted to impale herself on his jutting, rock-hard cock. Could he be real? Was she actually dreaming?
Hayes climbed on the bed, stretched out over her, carefully keeping his weight to a minimum as he continued to kiss her neck. A raging fire started in her belly, spread out to consume her quivering muscles and electrified her nerve endings. Anticipation made her stomach flutter as his lips grew closer to her aching nipples.
When his tongue curled around one hard nub her head thrashed to the side. His large hand gripped her breast, lightly squeezed and then he sent her skyrocketing into space with a hard suck. Her fingers speared into his hair, gripping and holding him there as lighting arced throughout her body, exploding in her core.
“Hayes!” She’d been horny for him too long. Her orgasm simmered just below the surface.
As he sucked and tormented her breasts, one large hand skimmed down her body and tucked between her legs. Her thighs opened for him, her hips bucked and she damn near pleaded for him to fuck her. Instead she clamped her lips tight, wanting to ride this pleasure out, allowing him the freedom to do what he wanted. His fingers rubbed her through the thin material of her panties, teasing her clit and drawing hot liquid from her core.
Hayes groaned, released her nipple and nuzzled his face between her breasts. “I can smell you,” he growled. “You smell like freedom, sunshine and sweet honey.” One long finger nudged the panties aside and slipped between her outer lips. “Aw, darlin’, you’re so wet.”
“I need you, Hayes. I’ve needed you my entire life,” she whimpered.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue. “You’ll have me and I’ll have you, but we’re goin’ slow, darlin’.”
She couldn’t stop the groan rolling from between her lips. She’d burn alive if they took it slow, but isn’t that what she wanted? Her mind went blank when he started kissing his way down her tummy, covering every inch of her flesh in hot licks. When he stopped to dip his tongue into her bellybutton, she bucked at the sensuality of it. She couldn’t stop her body from writhing as he made his way to her hips, back and farther down until he reached the edge of her panties.
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