Something's Gotta Give (Tempered Steel Book 3)

by Adams, Maggie

  She heard a gasp and a thud at the door, and she turned swiftly, grabbing the bra to cover herself. Chance stood in the doorway.

  She screeched, “Don’t you knock? What do you want?” She was horribly embarrassed and hastened to try and don her bra but the damn thing just wouldn’t work.

  Chance stepped forward tripping over the champagne bottle he had just dropped, and kicking the roses strewn haphazardly over the carpet. Another surprise for her?

  “Don’t.” He growled as he wove his way toward her.

  Georgia reacted to the velvet in his voice. She didn’t know how he did it, but all he had to do was open that sweet sexy mouth and speak in that dark velvet voice and she melted.

  “Don’t cover yourself. Let me see.” He reached out and took the bra from her numb fingers, tossing it on the bed as he feasted on her body.

  Georgia watched Chance’s face as he took her hand. His eyes grew dark, his face taut with desire. There was no way she could deny that. Unconsciously, she righted herself, straightening her shoulders, which thrust her breasts out, her nipples all pebbled, showing her eagerness for his touch.

  Shouldn’t she protest? No. She wanted this like a dying man wants another breath.

  Chance licked his lips, and Georgia immediately wished she could feel them on her body. “I’m going to kiss you. And then I’m going to lift and hold your breasts and feel their delicious weight in my hands.”

  He stepped even closer. “And then going to trace my finger around your areola.”

  They were now toe to toe and his eyes took on a smoldering look. “Then I’m going to touch your nipple. I’m going to rub it against the ball of my hand. It’s going to get so tight and so hard that when I pinch it, you’re gonna come right then, Peaches and you’re gonna come with a scream.”

  Desire slammed through Georgia like a tidal wave. Her stomach clenched. Her insides quivered. She wanted him to do everything he described and more. She couldn’t deny it and she didn’t want to.

  “Nothing to say, Peaches?”

  She stared at him, shocked to her core.

  “Okay, then give me what I want. Place your hands behind your back, lacing your fingers together.”

  She couldn’t help but obey that sensuous voice. Lacing her fingers behind her back, she thrust her breasts out, her nipples touching his shirt. She swallowed hard.

  She expected Chance’s hands to glide along her breasts, but instead he cupped her face, tilting her up to look into her eyes.

  “Don’t you want to touch me?” Her voice wobbled in shame. Perhaps he was teasing. People liked to tease her. Poor Georgia, no momma, no papa, no one loves her.

  Chance drew his hands through her strawberry blonde curls. “I am touching you, Peaches. I’m touching you now.” He ran his finger along her lips. “Open.”

  When she obeyed, his finger thrust inside. “Now, suck.”

  She did as instructed. She licked and sucked on his finger as he continued to talk. “One day, this will be me, my cock. I’ll have you every way, Peaches, and you’ll have me.”

  He pulled his finger out, now moist, and glided it down her chin, down her throat, to the curve between her breasts.

  And then, too soon, he pulled it away.

  She heard that seductive promise, felt the cool breeze from the fan hit her damp skin and she shivered.

  “Now, I’m going to kiss you, Peaches, and I’m going to do everything else I promised as well.”

  Chance gripped her hair, lightly tugging, as he slanted his mouth to her lips, lavishing her with his tongue. This was no gentle kiss like before. He devoured her. He showed her exactly what he could do with his tongue, with his teeth, and she reveled in it. Just when Georgia thought she would faint from lack oxygen, he let up, and she panted, unable to draw a full breathe. He was doing all those wonderful things he said he was going to do. He kissed her chin, her collarbone, and between her breasts.

  He took a step back and she felt bereft. She looked up at him in askance.

  “You watch me, Peaches. You watch what I’m going to do to you.” He turned her to the dresser mirror. His finger trailed between her breasts, circling one fully and then encircling the other. It tickled and she giggled.

  He smiled. “Oh, Peaches. That’s just the beginning. I’m going to make you squirm and beg,” he said with a devilish grin.

  The same finger that had been in her mouth, now lightly traced the areola of first one breast and then the other, all the while locking her in his gaze.

  She tried to close her eyes to enjoy the sheer sensuousness of it, but he commanded her to open them again. “You watch. You keep those gorgeous eyes open. Or I’ll stop.” He took his finger away and stepped back. She felt his loss in her entire system.

  She hitched a sigh and he grinned. “You want me back, Peaches? Open your eyes and watch.” Both hands now lightly traced the outside curve of her breasts, the flat of his hand coming up to feel their way, then turning to hold them within his palms. They overflowed in his hand, heavy full, with pebbled nipples. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, Peaches. They were made for me, for my hands, my mouth, my cock.”

  He looked up at her blushing face and smiled. “Don’t say anything. Just feel. And watch.”

  He held her firmly against him, her back to his front, as he gradually reached out and lightly grazed her nipples with his fingers, then pinched them slightly. She felt it to her core. Her breath hitched and came out in a seductive sigh. She didn’t know she could want so badly from a mere touch.

  “That’s it, Peaches. Just feel. Did you like that?” His hands barely grazed the edge of her nipples. One little move and he would do it again, give her that exquisite pleasure. But he stopped and looked at her until she answered him.

  “Yes,” she sighed.

  Chance flicked her nipples with his thumb once again. This time, she moaned. He circled his thumb around it, just barely skimming her nipples. Georgia gasped. It seemed like all the little nerve endings in her breasts were in direct correlation to her womanly core. Again and again, he forced a sweet torture on her until she wanted to scream. She wanted his mouth there now. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ease the ache between her legs.

  “What’s the matter, Peaches? Did you want something else?”

  She stared at those magical hands, feeling safe within his arms, while he circled around and around her breasts, and she wanted more.

  “More,” she panted. Chance grinned at her discomfort, her begging so sweetly.

  “More what, Peaches? More this,” he began to rapidly flick his thumb back and forth against her nipples. She pressed her legs together to ease the ache, but it wasn’t enough.

  “More. I. Want. More.” She begged, one syllable words all she could manage. She let her head fall back and he stepped away. Her head came forward and she opened her eyes again.

  “Keep your eyes open, or I stop, Peaches. What more do you want?” He said with a seductive grin.

  “I want,” she closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them wide. He wouldn’t do anything until she told him. And she began to feel the seductive dance that they played was going to end too soon.

  “I want your tongue,” she breathed out.

  “Where, Peaches? Where do you want my tongue? Do you want me to kiss you with my tongue, lips and tongues together?” He kissed her and it was heaven but not nearly enough.

  As he drew back, she said, “No, I want your tongue on my… on my breast.”

  With a wicked smile and still keeping his eyes on her, he leaned down, stuck his tongue out and gently licked around her breast, coming closer to her nipple, but never touching.

  “Chance, please,” she sobbed.

  “What, Peaches? You said you wanted my tongue on your breast. Did you want something different?”

  She couldn’t help but sigh. There was no way she was going to end this now. She was so close, so close to climax. “Tongue my nipples,” she
breathed out and then looked at him with wide eyes.

  Chance’s gaze darkened as he leaned forward. Keeping his eyes on her, his tongue twirled around her nipple, giving it a firm lick. She squealed. When he did the same to the other breast, she thought she would come unglued.

  Holding her legs tighter, rubbing her thighs together to try and assuage the ache within her, she kept her eyes on Chance as he did it again and again.

  She was so close. She was there… right there. She just needed…more. She pulled his hair pushing him closer, her voice took on a husky tone. “Suck my nipple, Chance. Suck it,” she cried. She felt him smile. He took her nipple even deeper into his mouth. This was not the gentle tug. She felt the edge of his teeth. It was all she needed to send her over the edge.

  Then she felt his hand on her other breast as he gave that nipple a pinch. The sheer pleasure, on the verge of pain, increased as she climbed even higher. Her legs gave out, but Chance caught her as her orgasm rushed through her.

  And he was right. She screamed. Chance swallowed her cries with a devastating kiss.

  Gradually coming back to her senses, she felt loved and cherished in Chance’s arms. He kissed her tenderly and led her over to the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured against her lips. He headed for the bathroom.

  “Georgia, honey, the Baxters are here. You need to come on down.” Missy Dee’s voice wafted up the stairs into Georgia’s room. With a jolt, she’s sat up just as Chance came out of the bathroom, zipping up his pants.

  “I’ve got to go. Baxters are here,” she mumbled as she fumbled with her hair, trying to put it into some semblance of order. Reaching for her bra, Chance calmly walked over and helped her clasp it.

  Turning her around, he took her face in both of his hands. “Calm down, sweetheart. It’s going to be fine. Just relax.” He sweetly kissed the tip of her nose.

  Still on shaky limbs after her earth shattering release, she hastened over to put on her shirt. “I am,” she hastily donned her T-shirt as she stepped back. “I’m sorry, you couldn’t…,” she flushed with embarrassment.

  “Georgia, honey. It’s okay, actually it was more than okay. You came alive in my arms and I’ll never forget that.” He rubbed her arms as he pulled her close against his chest.

  Just for a moment she needed to sink into his strength, letting it envelope her, and she put her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. You didn’t… I mean, I can’t… I’ve got to go.”

  “Oh baby. Don’t you worry about me. You were so hot in your passion, I came like a teenager. Why do you think I went to the bathroom to clean up?” he said with a smile.

  He kissed her forehead, then swatted her ass. “Now go get’em, baby. I’ve got to meet my brothers at one of the new sites for a security check. Sam’s installed some new equipment. We’re going to catch that bastard before he destroys anything else.” He frowned as his mind flitted to the damage the arsonist had done to his brother’s dream.

  Georgia glanced back at Chance in her bedroom. He looked like a great beast stalking back-and-forth, but he gave her a grin. She didn’t really know what to do after this, but she knew she had to get downstairs.

  Chance smiled at her blushing face. “It’s okay baby. I’ll call you later.”

  With the nod, she closed the bedroom door and he heard her running down the stairs. Chance walked over to the pink overstuffed chair sitting in the corner. He tested the arms and bounced up and down a little on it, thinking of all the ways he could have Georgia in this chair alone.

  “Oh, Peaches. We are going to have such fun.”

  ***

  Later that evening, Georgia came out of the aptly named Down and Dirty bar, laughing softly at a joke one of the firemen gathered there, had told her. She hadn’t wanted to bother Angel with the simple errand to deliver some posters. She was grateful Angel had taken over most of her committee duties, but this was easy enough to do herself. An instant later, she had the misfortune of bumping into someone she wished she’d never have to see again. The posters she was carrying to advertise the fall soccer tryouts scattered across the sidewalk.

  “Watch where you’re going, Georgie Porgie!” Rochelle Wilkins snarled.

  Georgia’s face immediately turned red as she bent down to retrieve the posters. “Sorry, Rochelle. I didn’t see you there,” she said apologetically. If Georgia was inclined to hate anyone, it would be Rochelle. Since the moment a young Georgia had entered the schoolyard, Rochelle had made it her life’s mission to give her grief.

  “Gawd, are you going blind as well as getting fatter?” Rochelle snipped.

  Georgia looked up from her task and pinned the hateful woman with an incredulous stare. She had orange hair that was teased to within an inch of life, bright red lipstick, and was dressed in a tacky, nude Bodycon jumpsuit that left little to the imagination, Rochelle stared back at her with a satisfied smirk while her companion, Trudy, snickered.

  “Good one, Rochelle,” Trudy quipped.

  Georgia sighed. Yes, Trudy was there. Georgia didn’t think Trudy could function without Rochelle telling the homely brunette what to do. This evening, it looked like Rochelle had taken colored paints to Trudy’s face. The heavy handed makeup did nothing to alleviate the bland features of the sad, little woman. Georgia was positive Rochelle had made sure of it so as not to have any competition.

  “Again, I’m sorry.” Georgia stood up to her full height, which was several inches taller than the petite redhead, even in her five inch heels. Georgia tried unobtrusively to leave, but Rochelle called to her.

  “Hold up there, Georgie,” Rochelle sauntered over to her. “I know Chance has been spending his days helping you out because he feels he owes you something, but make no mistake about where he spends his nights.” She looked down at the trashy rings that adorned her fingers. “I don’t want you getting any ideas in that fat head of yours. Chance Coalson is mine. Everyone laughs at how you get all gooey eyed when he comes around, but make no mistake, when Chance settles for a mate, it’s going be someone a damn site better looking and better in bed than you.”

  Georgia couldn’t help but blush as she remembered just how good Chance was at making her want him.

  “Whatsa matter, Georgie? My plain speaking embarrass you? Or… Oh my God!” Rochelle trilled to her companion as Georgia got even redder. “Trudy, I do believe Georgie Porgie is a virgin!” She cackled and the hateful Trudy snorted again. “Oh, that’s incredible. Wait until I tell the girls. This is priceless!” She grabbed Trudy’s hand and dragged her away.

  The shame and embarrassment Georgia had endured in school at the hands of the mean girls washed over her once again.

  Georgie Porgie likes pudding and pie. Has no friends so all she does is cry….

  Georgie’s momma’s dead and gone. Her daddy left and now she’s all alone…

  But the clincher had come Georgia’s junior year in high school. Rochelle’s homecoming queen speech had singled her out with a vengeance.

  I want to thank all of you for electing me as your queen. My first order of business is to start a collection for Georgia Haines, so she doesn’t have to wear Missy Dee’s hand me down dresses for Prom next year.

  The principal had made a grab for the mic, but the damage had been done. What Georgia and Missy Dee had painstakingly sewed from the latest McCall’s Designer Gown collection, had been torn apart and destroyed just as surely as if it had been stripped from her body. Folks weren’t affluent around here, but no one made a big deal of it, until now.

  Georgia looked down at the posters she had gathered. What that horrible bitch didn’t understand was her mean tirade at Georgia had had the opposite effect. Monday morning, Angel Devereaux, the richest girl in the school, had sat next to Georgia at lunch. She had talked about anything and everything. By the end of the week, they were fast friends, and Georgia Haines was popular in a way Rochelle couldn’t begin to fathom.

  Georgia started for her car, her heart no longer heavy with shame. Sh
e had friends, good friends, who helped her in her time of need. She wondered how Angel was faring with her plan to get Sam back by making him jealous. Sam was an idiot if he didn’t grab Angel with both hands. She was truly the loveliest person Georgia had ever met.

  Yes, Georgia, surmised. She was truly blessed in her mind. She was popular in the most important way. She had true friends and a community of helpers.

  Her mind flashed on Chance’s face. The desire she had seen there when he looked at her had been real. To her knowledge, a man couldn’t fake the erection she had felt against her bottom as he held her. Chance didn’t think she was fat. He thought she was luscious and lovely. Maybe Chance wanted more. Maybe, if she was brave enough, she could have a man to call her own.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Georgia walked through the main floor of her house, absently picking up toys, checking the bookshelves, and thinking about Chance. It had been three weeks since she had sprained her ankle. It was completely healed and she had returned to a normal routine. But Chance continued to come every day. She knew he had work waiting for him at the construction site. The cleanup from the fire was taking a long time, especially since the Coalson men insisted on going over every bit of debris in case there was a hidden clue to the identity of the arsonist who had torched the company offices. Chance refused to leave her side. He said he didn’t want her to overdo and injure her ankle again, but they both knew it was a flimsy excuse at best.

  She knew that soon she would have to confront him about their relationship, but she didn’t want to break the fragile bond that existed between them now. She didn’t think she could survive without his kisses, every day, several times a day, he would grab her to him and kiss her senseless. And when he wasn’t kissing her, he looked at her with such longing, that she had to turn away or drag him to her bedroom in the middle of the day.