Claimed for Destiny

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by Brenda Jackson


  “Let’s dance,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms.

  Jessica could feel her body tremble from the hardness of his pressed intimately to hers. She gave into the seductive moment surrounding them and closed her eyes as the soft sound of the music lulled her, sharpened her feminine instincts. She nestled her face against his throat, breathing in his manly, arousing scent. The light stroke of his fingers on her back inched lower, past her waist to caress her backside. His touch was driving her insane, making her want things she’d never had. Molten heat filled her entire body.

  More than once her pelvis pressed into him; she was fully aware of his erection, large and thick, and she was surprised by her ability to make him want her that much. He splayed the palm of his hand inside her buttocks, bringing her closer to him, making her breathing shallow and the area between her legs even more damp.

  All too quickly, the song ended. She glanced up and met his gaze. She saw the heated look in his eyes, noted the raw primitive expression on his face mere seconds before he leaned down to connect his lips to hers. Hands that she had been studying earlier reached out and cradled her head, delving into her scalp, as he mated his mouth with hers, slowly, easily, thoroughly.

  Then he deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth, letting her know just how much he wanted everything he could get and driving her mad in the process. He ground his aroused body against hers and she groaned as he continued to kiss her with a passion that had liquid heat flowing between her legs, making her want him there. Oh, yes, right there.

  She felt his fingers inching up her leg, moving slowly toward her inner thigh and the feel of him touching her made her suck in a quick breath. He pulled back, releasing her mouth and the look he gave her was so incredibly sexy it made a deep quivering need invade her insides.

  “I think you have on too many clothes,” he whispered as he reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I want you naked.” He continued to hold her gaze. “Do you have a problem with that?” he asked softly as he eased the buttons out of the buttonholes.

  She reached out and held fast to his arm. Not to stop him but to hurry him along. His slowness was almost killing her. “No, I don’t have a problem with it,” she whispered, reveling in the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.

  When the last of the buttons had been undone and he saw her flesh-colored lace bra, he inhaled sharply. His hands went first to the front fastener and, with a quick flick of the wrist, her bra came undone and her breasts sprang free.

  Jessica heard the deep sound of male appreciation that erupted in his throat and her stomach clenched at the way he was staring at her breasts. There was hunger in his eyes. She held her breath as he eased the bra from her shoulders, letting it join her blouse on the floor.

  “I’ve wanted you from the first day I saw you. It wasn’t here in this office. It was before then. That Mon day morning I saw you move into your place,” he whispered. “The first thing I thought was that you had a gorgeous pair of legs,” he said smiling wryly. Then his features turned serious when he added, “Gorgeous legs or not, I didn’t want to get involved with you, but I soon discovered I could do nothing to stop it from happening.”

  He breathed in deeply. “I want you so much,” he groaned just moments before leaning down and capturing one of her nipples with his mouth.

  Jessica sucked in a deep breath when his mouth connected to her turgid nipple, licking at it, sucking it into his mouth and lavishing it with the warmth of his tongue. He was assaulting her emotions to the third degree, causing a purr to erupt deep within her throat, making her legs give way.

  As her knees buckled, he brought her body closer to his, holding her up, not letting her go anywhere while his mouth switched breasts, tormenting the other as he had its twin.

  “Chase.” Jessica moaned his name on a soft sigh as her hand reached out to hold fast to his head, not wanting him to stop what he was doing to her. He was filling her with passion to a degree she’d never known could exist.

  He pulled back. “I want to taste you some more,” he whispered throatily, holding her gaze, making the ache within her even more profound.

  She inhaled sharply and to her amazement she heard herself say, “Then do it.”

  The smile he gave her melted her insides and destroyed any resistance that might have suddenly popped into her mind. She watched as he undid her skirt to let it slide down her legs and pool at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of flesh lacy thong panties.

  “Sexy as hell,” she heard him growl in a deep, rough tone before going on his knees and gently easing her panties down. Then he leaned back and looked up at her, letting his gaze roam all over her. His eyes came back to the area between her legs. When she saw him lick his lips she knew what was coming next. She had heard about it, read about it, but had never experienced it herself. In a few moments she would. Chase would make sure of it.

  He eased closer to her and leaned over and placed a kiss on her navel, licking the area around it, making it wet then blowing warm air on it, making the heated warmth between her legs intensify. She watched him as a flush of desire surged through her.

  He slowly made his way downward, past her navel, and before she could catch her next breath he was kissing her there with the same intensity that he had applied to her mouth. And to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere—like she would even consider such a thing—he placed a firm grip on her buttocks, holding her still while igniting her entire body into flames.

  She heard the guttural growls he was making as he kissed her and, of their own accord, her hands clutched his head. He sank farther into her warmth, deepening the kiss and tasting her in a way no man had ever done before.

  With a groan, she thrust her hips closer—as if his mouth wasn’t planted in place firmly already—but what she wanted was for the waves that were insistently pounding at her insides to finally drown her. It was evident that Chase would not be rushed. He intended to feast on her until he got his fill, until his hunger to taste her this way was assuaged.

  But her body suddenly exploded and she screamed his name. She tried pushing him away from her, but he gripped her buttocks tighter, firmly locked his mouth to her as his tongue moved inside her wildly, uninhibitedly, stroking her, tasting her thoroughly. He didn’t release his grip until the last tremble had left her body, and then he didn’t stop what he was doing, but continued to taste her as his hands gently stroked her hips.

  Finally, he lifted his head, eased back on his haunches and looked at her. The look in his eyes made her breath catch. He wanted more. A lot more. And as she watched him lean forward and nuzzle his face in the area between her thighs, heaven help her but she wanted more, too. “Make love to me, Chase,” she whispered.

  He pulled back, looked up at her, eased to his feet and then swept her into his arms.

  Chase gazed down at the woman he was holding. Usually he wouldn’t do what he had just done until he got to know the woman better, but Jessica was a decadent delicacy and he couldn’t have resisted sampling her that way even if he had wanted to. And now that he had tasted her, his craving had intensified. She was utterly delicious.

  He held her tenderly while walking up the stairs and couldn’t help but notice how she cuddled in his arms, rubbed her cheek against his chest, causing his breathing to quicken, his libido to go into overdrive.

  When he reached the bedroom he drew in a deep breath, crossed the room to the bed and lowered Jessica. He had felt her heat the moment she had walked into Chase’s Place tonight, and now he wanted to get all into it again. But first he had to get as naked as she was. Looking at her lying there on his bed without a stitch of clothing was making him lose control of all coherent thought. Tasting her was nice, definitely a mouthwatering experience, but what he wanted to do more than anything was get inside her.

  As he stood back to unbutton his shirt, he watched her watching him. The moonlight streaming in through the windows bathed her in a translucent glow,
making the coloring of her body as luscious as the chocolate she used to bake with. “Say something,” he whispered when the quiet stillness in the room got unbearable and it was obvious what he was doing had her complete attention. He tossed his shirt aside.

  He watched as she stretched her naked body while a smile touched the corners of her lips. He liked the fact she wasn’t shy or bashful. Nor was she ashamed of showing her body to him. She laughed quietly, sexily. “What do you want me to say?”

  Heat flooded his brain when she took her tongue and licked her lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his hands went to his belt buckle. “You can say anything.”

  She paused, as if taking in his words, and when she licked her lips again he sucked in a quick breath. He watched as she eased to the edge of the bed, her face coming in direct contact with his midsection. She reached out and pressed her hand against the large, heavy erection clearly showing through his slacks, using her fingers to explore the firmness of it through the khaki material. “Umm, at the moment, I can think of only one word to say,” she said softly and in a voice he found incredibly sexy.

  “What’s that?” he asked, barely able to get the words out as she continued to explore him, squeeze him, cup him.

  She lifted her gaze to meet his and with a deep, throaty sound she said, “Hurry.”

  He smiled as he took a step back and quickly pulled the belt from his pants before easing both his underwear and slacks down his legs. He stood before her as naked as she was and got heated watching her eyes roam over him. “What are you thinking?” he asked in a strained voice.

  “What I thought the first time I saw you. That you remind me of rich dark chocolate,” she whispered. “And that I would definitely like to have some of it.”

  He chuckled and slowly moved toward the bed. “Baby, I intend for you to have all of it.”

  He joined her on the bed, urging her back to the middle of the mattress. Without wasting any time he pinned her body beneath his weight. “But first,” he said, leaning in and bringing his face down to hers, “I need to kiss you again.”

  Jessica smiled. She knew all about his kisses, was well aware of how delicious and X-rated they were. Ever since meeting Chase she had become aware of the extent of the sexual desire she had stored away, denying its existence. Before she could ponder why, his mouth captured hers, making her forget everything but the way he was working his tongue inside her mouth. Memories of what he had done to her while on his knees in his office, along with what he was doing to her now, sent sensuous shudders all through her, tumbling her emotions and getting her body overheated.

  When he finally released her mouth, he whispered quietly, so incredibly sexily in her ear, “Open for me, Jessica.”

  Instinctively she spread her legs as he continued stroking his tongue back and forth across her lips. She felt him lift his lower body and she unconsciously lifted hers. “Now take me in,” he whispered hoarsely.

  He leaned up and met her gaze and she knew what he was asking her to do, which was something she’d never done—lead a man into her body. But she would do it. She wanted to do it. Before, when she had made love that one time in college, things had been over before she could blink, leaving her feeling cheated, unsatisfied, disappointed. But Chase was making sure she was a part of what they were doing. He was allowing her to be more than a willing partner. He fully intended her to be an eager participant.

  Reaching out she came into contact with the hairy surface around his navel. Her fingers paused, liking the feel of the rough texture of hair there on his stomach. When her fingertips began caressing him there, she heard his sharp intake of breath.

  “Jessica.”

  Her name was a tortured groan from his lips and she smiled as her fingers moved downward until she got hold of him. He felt hard, firm, big in her hands. She blinked. Too big. She wondered if they would fit.

  She glanced up and met his gaze. As if knowing her thoughts he smiled and said, “Perfectly.”

  She breathed in deeply, deciding to take his word for it. Besides, holding him in her hand was making her lose control of all rational thought. The only thing she could think about was that the huge, thick object she was clutching would soon be inside her, mating with her and…

  She blinked again. “What about protection?” she suddenly asked.

  She could tell from the expression on his face that he had forgotten just as she had. He sucked in a deep breath. “Damn, I’m usually not this careless. Sorry,” he said, shifting his body off her to retrieve a condom packet from the nightstand drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth and quickly sheathed himself.

  She smiled, although she still wondered how they would fit. “I sort of got carried away with the moment, too.” She paused, then quickly added, “I’m on the pill to regulate my periods but I haven’t slept with anyone for over eight years—”

  “Eight years?” A shocked look took over his features.

  She nodded. “Yes, not since my first year at college. It wasn’t anything like I thought it would be and was over quickly.” A part of Jessica couldn’t believe she was discussing this with Chase as if they were having a conversation about the weather.

  “And you haven’t done it again since then?”

  Jessica swallowed before answering. “No, this will be the first time since then.”

  Returning to her, he bent his head, took her lips, dipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with such gentle tenderness Jessica thought she would faint. Then he deepened the kiss, reigniting the flame between them, causing her body to ache for him once again.

  “Lead me in, Jessica,” he said moments later, breaking off their kiss.

  His breathing was choppy and his whispered words made her entire body pulse. Holding him firmly in her hand, she guided him to her as their eyes met and held. The intensity in his gaze sent heat throbbing through her. She actually felt the muscles in her womb contract. It seemed that every part of her was ready to receive him.

  When he was at her entrance she felt him take over. The tip of him eased inside, stretching her, and as he lowered his hips and she lifted hers, he went deeper. She sucked in a deep breath when he couldn’t go any farther.

  Chase raised up slightly and gazed down at her. “You’re still… He didn’t…” He broke off in amazement. He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers.

  Before Jessica could fully understand what Chase meant by those words, she felt him push his body forward, and the cry of pain that tore from her lips was captured in his kiss. She’d been a virgin all this time. He continued kissing her and she couldn’t recall a more precious moment.

  Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Chase’s waist as he continued kissing her. Moments later, he pulled back and whispered, “Make love with me, sweet heart.”

  Her legs tightened around him. Her body was coiled with anticipation of what was next. And when he pushed deeper inside her, locking them legs to legs, limbs to limbs, breasts to chest, she lifted her hips to him.

  He began to move. Slow at first, driving her almost insane with the way his body was moving in and out of hers. Then suddenly his strokes quickened and they mated effortlessly, smoothly, fluidly. His hips slammed into her over and over again. As if that wasn’t close enough, he took his hand and lifted her and she thought she felt him touch the crest of her womb.

  “Chase.” She cried out his name, begging for a release that was different from the one she’d had earlier in his office. Different but just as intense. His tongue in side her had been awesome, but his sex inside her, pumping into her fast, solid, hard, was even better. Over and over he continued, nonstop. Every single thrust brought her closer to the edge. She wanted to scream, her throat ached to do so.

  And she did.

  She screamed his name. Her arms circled his neck and felt all the perspiration that soaked his skin. Sweat trickled down his back, slicked his forehead, and dampened her flesh. But he didn’t let up and she cried out again, everything inside
her exploding—including him.

  She heard his guttural cry just moments before she felt the warmth of his release. He was not holding anything back, determined to make her shatter, break free, blast off to the stars, detonate into ecstasy. And he was there with her, grinding his teeth, pushing deeper inside her as both of them continued to come apart. He relentlessly pounded into her hard and fast, and she felt his second release, just as intense and thick as the first. His head fell back and he screamed her name as explosions continued to erupt between them.

  And Jessica knew at that moment that as unbelievable as it might seem, she had fallen in love with Chase Westmoreland.

  Chase’s body shuddered as he eased off Jessica. They had made love a second time and he’d have liked nothing better than to pin her body under his and go another round. He doubted if he would ever tire of making love to her.

  His delicious craving. He’d never known a woman so damn edible.

  He glanced over at her. He’d worn her out. She could barely keep her eyes open. After the first time they had made love he had gone into the bathroom. When she had seen him standing at the foot of the bed with the basin of water and wash cloth, she had drawn back and looked at him as though he’d lost his mind, not believing he would even for one minute consider performing such an intimate act on her. She had tried being stubborn about it, but in the end he had kissed her into submission. He had never slept with a virgin before. Even Iris had been experienced.

  He inhaled sharply when he thought of the woman who had wounded his pride and broken his heart. When he had been at the top of his game, at the head of the list for the NBA draft, she had been right there, on his arm and in his bed. But after his injury she hadn’t wasted time moving on to bigger opportunities and even had the gall to tell him that it wasn’t anything personal, but she wanted more from life than to be tied to a cripple. That had been nearly ten years ago. He no longer walked with a limp thanks to the extensive physical therapy he had endured, a very supportive family and the willpower and determination to survive as well as to succeed.

 

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